jack green

Rookie - 44 Points (Chattanooga, Tennessee)

jack green Poems

1. Mountain Of Fools 1/21/2012
2. Weeping Of The Willows 7/8/2012
3. Sweet Death 8/28/2012
4. The Stage 11/2/2012
5. Black Rose 11/7/2012
6. Hour Glass 11/12/2012
7. Disillusioned 4/6/2013
8. The End 4/15/2013
9. Game, The 6/20/2013
10. Marsheena 7/1/2013
11. Lost Chances 7/8/2013
12. The Legend Of Ole Jack Shitzs 7/23/2012
13. Weathered Brow 6/20/2013
14. Home 11/28/2012
15. Rose Of The Dark 11/4/2012
16. Plagiarized By Me 1/10/2012
17. When Im All Alone 12/11/2011
18. Retrospect 12/21/2011
19. Words Unspoken 12/21/2011
20. Natures Mysteries 12/22/2011
21. When Memories Dont Matter 12/26/2011
22. Tumble Bug 1/6/2012
23. Wine Of Sorrow 1/6/2012
24. Seed's Through Life 12/19/2011
25. Life Is So Short 12/7/2011
26. Middle Of Both End's 12/21/2011
27. Where Demons Dwell Pt 2 1/8/2012
28. Burned Bridges 1/9/2012
29. Satans Shoulder 12/30/2011
30. Plight Of My Flight 12/31/2011
31. Friend 1/11/2012
32. Starving For Redemption 1/29/2012
33. Nine Question's 12/25/2011
34. Where Demons Dwell 6/1/2012
35. Destroyer Of Men 3/24/2013
36. Lost Son 11/7/2012
37. The Truth 1/4/2012
38. Tortured Soul 1/5/2012
39. My Youth 1/10/2012
40. Forgotten Sea 12/23/2011
Best Poem of jack green

My Coat

Rough is this coat i wear soiled and torn from to many falls.
A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick.
This numb existence i possess stares at reckless abandon because.
Of to many choices ignored while being delivered mistakes picked.

A street light in the distance my old friend always leading the way.
To the next disappointment certainly waiting its turn to tare at my coat.
Hollowed eyed and with empty stare i proceed to my continuing decay.
Reassured of the only outcome available will be good at best remote.

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Cherokee Prayer

The sun slowly rises in the east as the morning mist gives way.
The generations gathered to celerbrate the cycles, to feast, dance and pray.
Our fathers kept tradition all arrived to this same hallowed ground.
Like all of their fathers before brave yet peaceful and profound.
Stolen was their native tradition all customs everything they owned.
Cast to the westward wind starved, poisened and without a home.
My fathers now have gone home to a place that cant be taken.
This generation has th

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