Joseph Tanner Poems
|84.||When I Died!||9/19/2008|
|86.||Words That Hurt||6/10/2005|
|87.||Homophobia From The Inside.||5/15/2006|
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Innocence is pictured differently through many eyes,
Blinded by the sheer beauty of it.
Picture perfect Mona Lisa,
Hard to believe in such innocence.
Innocence can be found in a virgin,
Until the devil cracks his whip with lust and dirty pleasure,
That will be flushed away.
Can innocence be found in me?
After all the crimes I’ve committed?
Fallen for my guilty pleasure,
I’ve lies that I’m going to take to the grave.
I have racial views that I’m not proud of.
Innocence that is taken by sexuality,
My love for men cast a shadow over me by many ...
On A Plate
Everything handed on a plate,
Blinded by the hand that feeds him.
A wise head on his shoulders,
Never afraid to say what’s on his mind.
A dreamer he is,
Falling from the sky,
Afraid to work for his dreams;
I’ve no crystal ball,
I’m sure he will crash,