Abraham John Jaggernauth
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Abraham John Jaggernauth Poems
Fair Maiden, The Titanic
Searching amidst, the sea of depths The waves are crashing, under-swept For today, another one has gone Under, under, asunder beyond
The Inner Man
Beneath, beneath, the inner depths; lies One, whose heart is swept. To fade beneath and make a way, He enters inside and makes His stay. To bane His stay, to pain Him away; to make Him a prisoner at bay. To waste His say, and leave Him stray; to deny the One inlay.
I'm nothing here, and I'm nothing there I'll be something somewhere, when I'm out of here Far away, on another day I'll make my way, to the other stay
The Poet and The Paper
Talk to me he cries, talk to me it cries, Looking up at him, he looking down at it. He asking it for a word, it beckoning him on,
The Face of Betrayal
Cordial appearances seemed to stay, but lies and deceit make their way. Fleet between the makers net, these fish swim away and stay in set. As sneaky as they come, as sneaky as they go. But don't be mistaken, everyone knows.
The Invisible Secret, Societies Hobo.
The one that stands alone, stands aside To see the others a' passing by. To notice the glare off their stares
'Sailing past the shore of regret, I'm met with waves of forgiveness in set. To see them come bow before, this boat of love and move me more. To this way and that, forgiveness can be tough like a ring-side match, But once aligned and set in mind, the oars do the working and the waves behind.
When you're past the point of no return, the feelings can be somewhat alone. Alone by yourself, is all you can hear; thoughts that speak louder than everything else. Why alone, when the no return should be good and not bad; that's how I feel, why this way. I venture to understand the confusion of this, but nothing comes just same feelings a'miss.
A Strange Life.
Take Me aside and show Me your life? This life that's alive and not a lie; Will you show Me the life inside.
The greatest delight, my heart's a'light. That shine and shine, and makes more bright. Beautiful bright and brightly nice, This light that shines, brightens my night.
The Sweetness of Love
The sweetest air I've tasted of Dear, like lily flowers, your presence is near. Precious scents that press intense, makes the way for present tense. The time a' now and not till then, your presence is present and never end.
The gleeful ties that bind our lives, Binds us more than happenings inside. Ties our lives and binds our time, With timeless nights beyond our eyes.
Just this one time, the light is upon our lime. This is our time, the lights, the camera, the life. This time, we make our life, we make lights. We shine, and this night is our time.
This greeting, this meeting; leave space for our seating. This only comes once in a lifetime, like the Superbowl on a Sunday evening. Meet the needs, and make room for me; salutations, please. This theme grieves pardons and reprieves; like the last one, only manners make for the appeased.
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Fair Maiden, The Titanic
Searching amidst, the sea of depths
The waves are crashing, under-swept
For today, another one has gone
Under, under, asunder beyond
To a dreary place, all dark and damp
To places so wide, and yet so cramp
Among the many, yet to be
And the others, there far beneath
These days are lonesome, and so wait
Among the tides, a trenched deep fate
The makings of something, born anew
But what is it she said, sinking too
To the end, she found her sin
Assumptions of pardon, passed within
Though still, a float she sat
She sat, she waited, then ...