James Callos Jordan Poems

To be a teacher,
That’s what I want to be.

To impart knowledge,
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He wields a sharp blade to make his craft,
Not to kill but to give people life.
A sheet of cloth he wraps around his waist,
And a tall pleated hat he wears with pride.
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'Cheaters never win'
Yes a true saying;
But 'winners never cheat'
Is of a false premise.
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Playing a guitar you have to strum its strings,
Making excellent or terrible melody,
But which ever you play one thing remains the same;
The aches and pain from your fingers.
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A missing piece of him was lost;
Been wondering for 6 years.
And the other half forgot
That this part of him was missing.
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His hands are tainted with crimson mess,
For he did things that no one could do.
Who ever is laid down in front of him,
He slaughters without mercy; he cut slashes and hacks,
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Underneath the Santol tree I laid,
Staring at the dark blue sky,
Waiting for that magic to happen,
Of the moon to share its shine.
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The late afternoon sky sympathize,
With your tears and disappointments;
As one heart melted with contrition,
Wish for something to return your smiles.
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Their poison that is sweet in taste,
Takes advantage of my ignorance.
Deceives me, plays me then kills me,
Like a sheep ending up food for the wolves.
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How love could deceive people
Makes me feel jittery.

Falling in love with a person
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