John Pauls Poetry

 Orange

 The heart lives in solitude
 peeling the orange of the mind in flourescent light
 flee to the cave in the back you may find
 a box of treasure and a rusted sword
 red with rust and blood peel the orange
 and eat of the fruit

 one light in a black box
 no light in the white feed the horse an apple of truth
 and unravel the carpet no strings left
 look at the poppy field and stare into
 the black abyss on every flower
 orange light briliant and impenetrable

 the soda can overflowing with blood
 down the mountain top turn your eyes away
 and walk with your eyes closed
 no peeking now look towards the light
 and see orange

 An Ode To The Square
 
 So sweet and spartans is thy shape
 circle chaotic hard to measure
 you art smooth straight and fair
 equally are you distributed
 no side longer than the other
 for if one side doth longer
 you my love would cease to be
 
 avast and unfaithful lover I hath been
 forsaken thee and instead
 misdirected my intentions
 a cruel shape a diamond
 sharp edges and pointy demeanor
 attracted me so
 too late was the realization
 twas just a crooked version
 of you.

 Dust of my mind

 The powder of dashed hopes and dreams
 accumulates in my room
 spread by the winds of new hope and dreams
 my room containing furniture and pictures
 experiences old and the new

 The hope and dream a ball of dirt
 crushed to dust to be blown away or manifested
 felled dust upon my room
 to be dusted off but not forgotten

 TeMpTAtIon
 
 death occurs
 across the battlefield of my soul
 my weapons of fire
 yours of deciete, treachoury
 the clash of battle
 the cries of pain
 stench of burnt lies
 burnt heart burnt mind
 anguish unceasing
 I will be deaf to your pleas
 I shall not rest
 till you hide your face
 submit to my control 

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