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Jock Engelman, 5 january 2012
It’s been said one door closes another opens;
But that isnt always true;
More like as one book opens another closes;
Their the stories of our lives;
As each page has been turned, a day of our lives passes;
Wondering where the plot twist occurs;
That is the exciting mystery;
Before marking my place tonight;
I fear the next page;
As it turns, I close my eyes tight;
Am I all alone?
Are you and I together now?
I hold my seat tight;
Afraid to view my future;
My eyes tear as I pass through each page ;
Jock Engelman, 19 february 2012
Observing the world, as an average bloke;
All the disrespect, of the fellow folk;
A civilised race, being uncivil;
If only we could all, just coalesce;
No matter your idol, God or Goddess;
Contrary to belief, we are capable;
To move forward, mend bridges of trust;
To mend fences of respect, it's a must;
To love one another, I think it's time;
So now let us turn this world, all around;
Make it celestial, just to astound;
All who don't understand, Heaven On Earth;
Ignorance, may be considered as bliss;
Where's that tranquil world, I dearly miss;
Well that disappeared, with my innocence;
Binded in this messed up world together;
Aid me Dear Brother, Aid me Dear Sister;
I'll aid you to create Heaven On Earth;
Jock Engelman, 21 february 2012
Not a single flaw in your olive skin;
Actions suggest you want everything;
Locks flow freely, like golden waterfalls;
Others gawp and stare, tripping over their feet;
With glassy eyes, show they are keen to meet;
This creature, which holds such beauty;
That shimmering white smile wont fool me;
The flawed personality, that i see;
A deformed monster of utter nightmares;
Hidden behind advertisements and dolls;
Manipulating with ILY's and LOL's;
And Perspectives shallower than outer skin;
Jock Engelman, 22 january 2012
My eyes filled up with tears as I heard the news
It never occurred to me, how much I could lose
I find myself wishing that it wasn't real
Every time I think about it, pain is all I can feel
Tears fall from my eyes, I can barely see
But my heart tells me that he'll always be with me
I’m glad he feels no pain now-he lives in a perfect land
I can still feel the soft touch on my shoulder of his loving hand
I lie in bed and cry at night
And I don’t feel any better in the morning light
And I will love and miss him forever
Until the day we are again together.
Together in that perfect place above,
Filled with caring, sharing and love
But until that day comes- I will wipe my tears away.
And hopefully see him again someday
Jock Engelman, 26 february 2012
Well hello there summer’s breeze, I’ve missed you;
Oh there’s Mister Sun, so he’s your friend too;
Missed the way you pair tantalise my senses;
In your absence I’ve only seen Mister Grim;
Possessor of dead souls, yeah that’s him;
Last saw his friendly wave, and terror smile;
Well Mister Sun, please dry my silvery tears;
And ward away my deepest, darkest fears;
As I spread ashes of my once closest friend;
See Mister Breeze, taking him away slowly;
Spin as freeform, and ever so lightly;
Feeling I’ll bleed to death from the pain of this;
I know you didn’t want to become powder;
But I can’t scream “Sorry”, any louder;
Deep within, I feel my heart just cracking;
Soul dissolves, like your ashes in the sea;
Alone, as far as the eye can see;
Crashing of waves, impossible to hear;
Burning scent, of the gusting ocean air;
Watch you blow and float, all the way out there;
Mister Sun, scurries back behind the clouds;
And as Mister Breeze departs, so does all comfort;
Now everything, has reach finish and sort;
Left solitary, with my broken heart;
Thinking of the duality, of life and more;
From death grows life, and the other way for sure;
I ponder, should I jump and join him now;
So Bro, I just wanted you to know;
In heart you’ll reside, each year I’ll show;
How much I miss you, on your Burning Day;
Jock Engelman, 20 february 2012
The screams crack, through the silence of the night;
As this cruel world, gives you this pain to fight;
I guard you in my arms, I coax the pain;
Shh Shh Shh, oh please don't cry dear brother;
I'm here for you, no matter, forever;
Soothingly whispered, in his hearing aids;
On life's journey, together we'll embark;
Please dont make me cry, with you in the dark;
despite the eighteen year, age separation;
Shh Shh Shh, oh i know you are teething;
why should this befall, such a small being;
Sad you cant hear, my soothing lullaby;
Clutching you tight, so close i share your pain;
HEY LIFE!, why should you be such a harsh game;
Praying for your pain to seep into my skin;
Our silvery tears, mixing like a potion;
To forge a bond to last eternity long;
So dear brother, welcome to this cruel world;
Jock Engelman, 1 january 2012
I am fat and you are thin
I work hard but you dont
I am nice and you are mean
I am alone and you’re not
I am Hated but you are Loved
Can you see the pattern?
I think that it is a problem
But you feel no concern…
Jock Engelman, 26 march 2012
Black, billowing out of the exhaust pipe;
To join the smog, and the smells so damn ripe;
Flowing free form, as I watch from my stop;
Shaking my dark facial features, Why oh Why;
Coughing in this polluted Sky, I Sigh;
Oh I wonder and I ponder today;
Hear, Hear the complaints on the radio;
Climate Change you know, Climate Changed, Yeah So?;
All we do is talk, There's no active change;
Whining and crying of politicians;
Puffs of dense dark smoke, just like magicians;
Sickened, am I the only one who cares?
Jock Engelman, 29 december 2011
I wish to slice and draw the blood;
of every hater and bully.
and write a message on the wall
a message to all who judge
You will fall!
I wish to show how much pain
is caused by the teasing;
I wish to show how much pain
is caused by the torment;
I wish to show how much pain
is caused by the torture!
As you walk away, we are left to cry;
we are left to pick up the pieces
Left to pick up the pieces of our;
friendship;
trust;
heart;
…life
All that i can say, is that karma will catch up with you;
that is if i dont get to you first…
Jock Engelman, 1 january 2012
There is a theory that people insist
has to be right and has to be this
people choose when they die
how they die and their friends ask why
well I am here to tell you the truth
its not all bridges rope and a noose
peoples emotions build up inside
’til it gets too full and they cry and cry
their minds tell them the opposite of reality
which just turns out to be a fallacy
the force it turns out is greater than gravity
which pulls them into a state of self pity
the captured person would plan it out
how they’ll die they’d scream and shout
So now I plead don’t be mislead
just bear this statement in mind instead
Suicide is not chosen it happens when pain
exceeds the resources for coping with pain
and I hope making this poem wasn’t in vain
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