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Laziness with a Capital L

Laziness with a capital L,
Oh how this would take one to hell.
Sloth or not, only the believer can transcend,
where the saint may very well end.

Here we stand all tried and true,
Afraid not to believe in you.
what would happen to every good man,
who simply lived without great sin,
good intent born akin?
Yet meaningless against the shrew,
who simply holds within them,...you.

Step back! It's the end of the line,
turn around, you must pay the fine.
For living that life without this one,
one life, one way, for only the best,
when laid to rest;
Can claim rights to that fest
up high in the sky, where the cherubs sing, and the devils cry.

But why, oh why? What have you done?
Well, take a look at yourself.
You lived your life unlike the rest
those put up to the test
could not survive lest, He had saved them.
Yet you stood alone, cold against life’s harsh reign,
and for staying strong, and toughin’ it through life’s solemn main,
for ever on, you face disdain.

Without contributing to those fancy statues,
without diluted light of giant windows,
or, not the love of ones maker
but the forced lies of the faker,
life is but a cold respite,
unto the bitter blight
of mans un-replicated original,
without the so called sins of our time.

"This way to eternal torment, get in line."
Sounds from the gold Plated shrine.

Jack's Comments

This poem I feel is my best. The first line of it, was inspired by the great [Dil*] herself, posted in a long since past diary entry. Which the fact that she roused my forever slumbering muse to participate in this poetic endevour is worth far more than the poem itself.

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Why Can't I Quit You?

Why can't I quit you?
You know me all too well,
Why can't I quit you?
You broke down my shell.
Why can't I quit you?
You always know what to say,
Why cant I quit you?
How'd this happen anyway?
Why cant I quit you?
You press my buttons way too much,
Why cant I quit you?
How the hell were you ever my crutch!
Why cant I quit you?
It hurts to say your name.
Why cant I quit you?
Without you I feel lame.

Was this all one big trap?
If so I have to clap,
You've left me for lost
And you were the map.

But even at this time
You can fucking make me rhyme,
About what we once had
Was I just a fad?
Why was it so easy for you to toss me aside?
If I told you I hated you, would you know that I lied??
Now that I see how you feel about me
Won’t you please turn that key
and release me.

Jack's Comments

This was not made based on any experience I personally had.

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How Surreal

How calm, How surreal.
The terror I could not yet feel.
I grunted in defiance of the water,
Yet it halted me still, until I dove unto the current.
I raced to ask if you were okay, yet I knew you were not.
So close I could almost touch you, yet I was swept away still,
Latching onto the tree, leaping from fallen branch to branch, I reached the hill.
Walking across all to sturdy wood I approached, unknowing of what was to come.
Rational and calm, It took not long for the conclusion to come.
Run I was to do, leave I would for you.
Help! What was in demand, to get you did command,
To see your son leave, hell it must have been
not yet knowing if you were ever to see him again.
I mumbled as I stumbled, through the clear cut path.
The water was so heavy, yet thankfully I could levy the strength I did so dire need.
I could not hear him shout, so faster I did scout.
When I cried upon the door, I asked for help and so much more,
my father was to die, in great need here am I.
Kindness I was lent, very soon it would be spent.
Return we now have done, for leaving I did shun.
Help was on the way, we could do not but stay.
Motors could be heard, later we did learn. As sirens sang crying out your name.
Fear was in his eyes, as my words I feared were lies.
Slowly the help did come, slowly the fear did lesson some.
There was no fire to be fought, and not criminals to be caught,
but these men did near, as the water we did leer.
The rushing waters all did hear, the flowing darkness no longer did I fear.
To leap I would have done, his death for I would shun.
Hope now did arrive, yet fear I still did sigh.
With chains and saws my heart did pause,
As the pain we saw wooden removal did cause.
Yet freedom I did view with glee,
As his safety was returned to me.
As my living father now had gone,
my mother did appear upon the lawn.
Tears once more upon my face,
as we did there embrace.
How calm, How surreal.
All of this, so hard to feel.

Jack's Comments
This is on me however, my Father and I, if ya couldn't tell lol.

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Shooting Star

I wish upon a shooting star,
I wish, I wish, from near to far.
I wish to you, and wish to me,
Making wishes because there free.
But then one day one glimmered back,
as I wished, it did turn black.
My wish, was it fulfilled today?
Could I perhaps be free or nay?
Shall I still be forced to fear,
If anyone were to perhaps hear,
The secret that I keep so dear?
Why oh why, is it true?
Those secrets that I keep from you,
If they would but plague me nevermore,
I could that day share with you my lore.
But that is not an option no,
For I see it is not true,
The star I did depend on so,
could not mend my weeps and woes.

If only I could be with any of you,
my heart it would not weep so blue.
but currently that is but a dream,
as I wish upon the stars that gleam.

Jack's Comments

This is just a poem that came to me. Not on anything specific lol.