Jak Hard Poems

SON OF THE PHOENIX

For the man who cried,
whose tears healed wounds,
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I open my arms for you so wide,
Because I am yours and you are mine.
When the sky wept, you helped me with no rest,
You gave me hope and showed me my right from my left.
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The mountains are climbing toward the sky,
The clouds of trust and hope do die.
The glittering rivers dodge and turn and
The weak rotting banks crumble and churn.
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Blank Gaze
Motionless Stare
Grabbed by death’s cold, dead hands.
His bony, ugly, rotting hands.
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The dark clouds slowly cover the moon,
The cold ground and night breeze chills,
The spine tingling phenomena is so spooky.
The Earth casts a shadow with the suns rays behind,
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A golden smile,
Let it stay for a while.
It brings so much joy,
More joy than a toy.
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“In the winter, in the rain,
In the fall, in the pain,
In the victory, in the loss,
The Hou-oo sings, the Hou-oo sings!
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As the wind whistled solemnly like the last breath of a man,
Chilling his body from his feet to his hands,
A little stream flowing was rippling unseen,
Filling the woods with a mysterious steam.
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Across the oceans vast and wide,
Where the coral rides the tide and
The waves lap over the sand,
And wash away the castles that can not withstand.
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I Look for Answers…

Tears of sadness prick my eyes as
The rays of hope and joy do die.
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