Jon Alan Poems

Love, so blind, blind faith confused
Resentment at being deceived and used
A leap of faith, a common mistake
Emotions shrugged off and abused
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the way the sun reflects off matter
around 3 pm on sunny balmy pre-autumn holidays

where there are usually throngs of people milling about
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I dreamt that I was looking out
On my trail, just peering about
At once I saw two heads in a hollow
Peering back at my curious gaze
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I've stretched the imagination
to the point of no return
Loose'd the bolts of meaning
'till I carried no concern
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In a place called Rochelle Palace
Overlooking placid seas
I found her just a-waiting
Waiting there for me.
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The dew on the leaves hint the coming of dawn
Father Sol on his perch, morning birds sing their songs
He peeks o'er the hills, Sol's warmth clears the Glade
As the dawns dewey clouds willingly fade
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Let us stay here now, forever, You and I.
Let us stay in Summer's sweetness
with the dew drops in our hair
And the scented smells of soft sweet roses
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Down by what used to be the penny arcade
Where me and Shelly used to meet, now and then,
I saw her at first just standing there, a porcelain statuette
Worshiping her viewers with her glass eyes
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Readied were the armies
of the This and of the That
Angels blew their trumpets
And the devils sent out rats
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Mingle as one in unkempt jungle
Of clothes strewn around like mistresses to a rich man.

Melt as one in hollow desire
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