The great book

Whats going on now a days,
people running around looking affray, trying to hide from the light of day,
even though they seek time away

People push and scream,
as they realize that life is not a dream, its hard an cold,
with out any ounce of gold,

The man tries to find a way,
to get back his life, to stay on page,
but the book keeps on going with out his name.

Flow

Boom, plow, the music plays loud,

divine music warping all around,

even feeling it in the ground

Your favorite song , keeps on strong,

as you stay with the bass,

just trying to keep face

No more it ends, silence come with it,

even in the wind,

until I hear the next one coming on again.

Dark Path

Inspiration is divine, I want it to be all mine, but the forces that be, wont let me see, the true answers that lie in front of me

all the glorious things they think should be, but they are not me, so how could they see, the dream of an individual, compared to the flock of sheep

conform conform, they yell at thee, as I try and continue down the path that is me.

A Great Man

We celebrate this day

On behalf of a great man

Who put down his foot

And took a brave stand

He fought for the rights of many

He said no more segregation

He wanted blacks and whites together

He wanted a unified nation

Never did he give up

He protested through the streets

When he made it to capital hill

He shouted "I have a dream"

A dream that went down in the books

A dream that changed you and me

A dream that came true

A dream that made history

why so mean!

Why so mean!?
Always turning a cold shoulder when i need warmth the most
Killing everything you touch by just passing over it
Being selfish for you
Life means nothing to you as long as you can spread everywhere
Your harsh sting chills my skin
I stay inside to get away from your harsh treatment
I guard myself with fire and blankets
As little chipmunks must under ground
And snakes and frogs must hide
But youll be gone soon
And all my friends will bloom.

Problems

Peace is nothing but a dream
Stained by the greed of green
Bystanders watch as it bleeds and screams

Borders separate all that is love
A nation scared of change
Instead of embrace, they shove

Language, the essence of life
Words fly back and forth
Flying daggers cutting like a knife

They say equal for all lovers
But not necessarily
What if they're the same sex as each other?

Famine strikes the lives of those
No one extends a hand
No food or clothes

So focused on material objects we are
We lose sight of what is right
This is all leaving a scar

Everyone feels the effects in the dark of the night
The darkness of power consumes their minds
Power doesn't care if you're black or white

Pushing for a picture of hell
Will things ever change?
Only time will tell

The Word.

My love is strong,

like ocean waves crashing,

or a full moon in the dead of night,

but these things are just things that i can try and compare,

nothing really will,

words can never explain,

ill try and try and try but ill always come up blank,

the memories burn like a fire in the night,

and all i can do is try and stay up so i don't forget them,

i counted the minutes as no words came over the phone,

i wanted it to last forever,

but at last to no avail,

i listened to the slow breathing of sleep,

just as the wind would blow in spring,

but at last these words can not explain,

so ill try and try and try.

-Jon

Butterfly

One blow of the wind
And off she goes
Flapping her wings
With a breeze in her nose

Sadness I feel
Because I want her by me
Happyness enters
Because she is free

Roaming around
Hopping from flower to flower
Not looking back
As I get sadder and sadder

Come back to me
My beautiful butterfly
You are unique and exotic
And I tell you all the time

Hold on to me
As the wind gently goes
Hold on tighter
As the gale violently blows

Dream

There once was a girl
That swept me off my feet
I pinched myself a couple of times
To make sure it wasn't a dream

I closed my eyes for just one second
And just like that
She slipped away from me

If only I could see her face just one time
I would do anything to make her mine

Music of the Game

I worte this a couple weeks ago.


My music plays as I lay thinking of what i've made,
making sure that it's not all in vain,
fellings start to become barred

I've figured out the reason why,
It's because the music doesn't lie,
the girl I thought I loved might not give back the same,
So now all I do is play it safe

Safe is a word for the strong,
But most people would think thats wrong,
They don't listen to the lyrics of their song,
fast or slow it will always come quick

My patience is long only if I dont feel wrong,
all these things make it hurt,
When everybody but one,
is trying to tell you you're wrong

Im a soldier of love,
But I feel like my country doesnt give a fuck,
I try to explain,
only I can feel this rage

The music helps me get through this,
even though I feel stuck,
maybe im wrong and this is all useless pain,
but if it's not then I might just start blaming god

But I knew the game,
so im going to stay and pray hope it's not yet gone,
trying to play the game as an all-star,
untill all the lights turn off,

I try to find the way,
even if it's covered during the game,
I dont want my fear and pain,
make me lose this game

So I pick myself up,
put on the song,
and get lost in the waves,
of my life as I start to stray.

Puzzled.

The things i feel are so incomplete, emotions are all running deep, different voices saying the same thing, that i was played like a chelo or a violin, but either way im still confused, about what happpend between me and you.