Taste the Rainbow...bitch...

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 00:40:51 GMT

Rainbow
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I have my own little rainbow,
it shows my true colors.
My Reds, Greens, Blues, and Yellows,
all forming my rainbow of color.

It glides apon my every whim,
landing at the rivers edge.
Betwixt now and then,
it survives on bitter wind.

The Reds show my anger,
constricting the soul.
Green being my courage,
holding my ground.

The Blues show my sorrow,
it grips my warm heart.
But my Yellow,
brings Cheer from afar.

I sit apon my rainbow,
watching the world from above,
I look apon the horizion,
the sun is due to set.

My rainbow will not last much longer,
away it goes beyond the blue yonder.
As it dissipates above the clouds,
it takes forever, for me to come down.

Yea, Yea, it's about a rainbow, but it's my rainbow :P

-Justin

Another sleepless thought...

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:12:10 GMT

Me and Her
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Why can't I talk to you?
Why is it that's holding me back?
The chilling song of love,
or the thunder of loss?
You don't realize,
every little thing you do,
makes me fall,
fall deeper in love with you.
The simple locking of hands,
or kiss apon the cheek;
more than just signs of affection,
they make mine and your connection.

-Justin B.

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Tue, 18 Jul 2006 03:45:15 GMT

???
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Freedom of the stars,
how do we know,
where the hell we are?
Sittin at the edge,
feel the ledge.
Make the jump,
take the fall,
either way,
you hit the floor and crawl.
Be it spikes or padded walls,
the bottom you know not.
The times come for it to stop...
destruction of the lollipop,
death coming to us all.
May the hand of death wander away,
say nothing to it,
for it'll finds it's prey.
Nothing can be done.
look and grin,
make the best of it.,
it's coming to an end.
The freedom we've had,
made us so very glad,
ending it all,
with a polished hall.

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Mon, 17 Jul 2006 03:03:17 GMT

Ok, the basis of my Xanga is to host the poetry I write. I have several at the moment, which i will post in this Entry, do here they are:

Broken Tree
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No healing...
No breathing
Nothing can save me now
I'm falling down...
to the cold burning ground.
Mending the past,
bonds that could not last.
Forget the known,
You know nothing now.
can you not hear the groan,
of a dying man,
looking for rag,
to wipe up his memorys.
one of tears and stains of grief...
you know nothing..
of mending a Broken Tree.
One whoms limbs
tear and bleed.
The fruit of it's troubles,
nothing but relentless
rain, always pouring,
Ignore the morning of the lost...
As we stare apon the cost
of holding this world together.
The end is near of the winds feathers.
The memories of the past...
floating onto everlast...
the stand of time...
like the bitter taste of victory
when you have no seed...
to mend a Broken Tree....
One whose limbs tear and bleed.
One who is lonely under blue,
One who's heart is broken true...
Never let me bleed...
Apon this mended tree...
My blood is tainted...
for I am a Broken Tree...

Protecter
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I watch as the tears stream down...
falling into your hands.
Resting a finger apon your cheek...
catching the fallen dreams...

With such gentle care,
I wipe them away from there.
Pull you close to me,
shield you from the obscene.

Hold you in my arms...
Look into your eyes...
protect you from any harm...
If I fail, at least I've tried...

I'll be here for you...
You can hold my words true.
Pull me close to you...
for I love you too...

I'll take you by the hand...
lead you to a fairy land...
where it's just me and you...
cause our love is true...

I want to have you in my arms...
right beside of me...
Giving you my love...
be it push or shove...

I will always be,
the one you can see...
when you need a hug...
or want some love.

You can count on me...
I'll always be,
on call for you...
Because...I love you...

My Rose
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I want a rose...
one with no thorns...
one with many pedals...
ones of love and not of scorn.

Summer Night
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Lying awake
Nothing to do...
In the night,
all is quite...
familiar...to me.
I listen to the crickets,
play their soothing,
summer, sonnet.
My friends, of the trees,
looking down over me.
The sound of water,
around the bend.
It flows away,
like falling rain.
It's sound, simple and smooth.
The fireflies,
of paradise,
dot my sky,
with starry light.
No moon in sight,
no coyote's plight.
Serenity is so bliss,
simple as a kiss.
Confusing thoughts,
make the change.
Turn the river,
towards the moon...
nothing new,
but there's always,
time...to...move...

Tale of a shoe
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I heard of a tale...
one of splenderous detail...
Of a boy who once knew,
of another man's shoe.

The little boy loved the man's shoe.
Lil' brass groments, leather lacing too.
The boy would stare in wonderous awe,
as the man walked down, the grovery hall.

The little boy became enveous,
and his thoughts became devious.
He wanted those shoes...
only one way to get them, this way he knew.

He waited for the man to go home,
waited in the night, till almost dawn.
He snuck into the house,
not a sound was made, not even by, an old grey mouse.

The boy wandered to the man's room,
at the bottom of the bed, the pride and the gloom.
The boy had the chance,
If he did the deed, sure to come, good finance.

He took the shoes and carried them out,
down to his little booth, so excited, he trieded not to shout.
When he arrived at his small resting place,
he sat the shoes down, with carful grace.

Out from the wall, came a small little drawer.
In side of it; shoe shine, polish, and more.
He took out the finest, polish he owned,
and found a clean rag, oh so very long.

He began to polish, the shoes very lightly,
Then finished the toe and looked at it birhgtly.
He continued with the rest of the shoe,
and made it, so brillantly new.

He continued and finished both of the shoes,
Then he took them careful as he knew.
Snuck back to the house, and beside the bed, placed the man's shoes.
He left the house, his deed done true.

Chaos
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Uniformed Chaos...
beckoning the shadow.
Lures it in with silent stills,
ones of supreme and infant deals.
The Chaos knows no bounds,
it runs wild, thoughtout.
It's only limitation,
is i't on confrontation.
Chaos against Uniformed Chaos,
One of bitter, the other sweet.
Attack apon the rampart's high,
Chaos, continues on,
no boundries in sight.
The protector has no secrets,
the Chaos knows all.
The Protector fights for it's thoughts,
but looses a battle, never fought.
The Chaos comes to everything's end,
the unknown, known, and unimaginable.
One can say, the Uniformed and non,
are both interchangable,
consisting of good and bad.
Chaos, Uniformed Chaos.
You cannot have one,
unless the other is done.
What is the Chaos?

So yea, there's my first batch, i hope you enjo them...these are some of my favs.

-Justin

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