The inadequacy of the universe
Is due to the questions of
One man
The stages have been shook
according to his plea
Yet nobody comprehends his need
Of both body and soul to be free.
He was called to bring words to the lips of martyrs
And aid the weak in speech.
His appearance demolished the hopes of trivial parents
And his demeanor was the philosophy he breathed.
Mojo he had, and he will ever obtain;
So long as the Paris skies give down showers of rain.
Lizards fear a bold new leader
Compressed with solitude, and a barely dim bonfire.
O Jim, o soft and soulful grandeur of words,
I see thy face in the warlike temptations of the moon.
Present to the world a signal of thy honest animation,
But only to make the conative lovers swoon.
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Songs for the Simple Unknown
PoetryA collection of poems about various topics including life//death//love// and the unknown. All are my own. *WARNING* mentions suicide
