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jonathan Juarez Poems
donuts for breakfast
Broken flame this hairy wind Nowhere the mystery of everything The silence desire sleeps wetly A Dirge among sirens of coughing.
In a dream It takes place In a time life A single thing
I used to question Now I am resigned Minding my own business
Georgia guidestones 2
all with the withering lapse of weathers for certain lullabies contain feathers of cold cold lines that caress color tethered dreams in doom
I remember that the world kept the sky And for us and for the sky my nights watching The moons act, and you'd smile all throughout, Our quiet lights, ringing out lifelike and the sky,
Winding paternal spout mutters strain drizzled stutters whistled, with Beach blonde tie dyes felt tip glitter bland's, of Stitched patches of jean sanes limp bounce rip curl, into Pert blends of twist in my fragmented gazoontites, finding
It seems the life to lead is rare And all that came is but a shade Of things that reign to leave a hope With all that was what somehow stayed.
Split Bleats pop Into pitter patter. The wildness Of namby pamby. Mimes, Exaggeratedly clapping hands
A good friend forgets The Georgia Guidestones: A final destination Whereby, in the end
The welp election bleeds Smitten by a lead. The invected circles, Wizen mornings seed.
god of word
It's what you have to say When you say what must be- Said, that you have to say it So you say it,
Behave you whisper that droughts the desert You are not welcome to decide what's dying Only to be a coin for a wish of bale Which hasn't been an interest to my soul
excuse of a poem
Typing words right now to write On the page the words in black Without words the page is white Taking turns with sentence slack.
etch a scetch (better a....)
Write a window panes dust along its frame Go to great lenght of unorthodox thought fools Make a play on words interpreting feelings Go somewhere with this little line besides bingo night.
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donuts for breakfast
Broken flame this hairy wind
Nowhere the mystery of everything
The silence desire sleeps wetly
A Dirge among sirens of coughing.
Some priestly all encompassing blather
Among the blacks of their choice and
The lowering of the casket.
Sweat seeps through the skin in summer
The dark continents history
Has been told by levent dignity
Art of the shaman out in sight.
Some teachers know-how and neglect
Among the dared masses its normalcy
Shares argument of angry creation.
Numb in the sharp faced dawn
Your breath fresh ether at the...