Jon Hark
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9 grudnia 2011

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Jon Hark
Jon Hark

Infestation

Something works its way into me
Squirms till it finds a comfy place to fester
Infecting me at my core, imposter that just wont bleed
I'm turned away by my self, it multiplies, lays in clusters

Where is it taking me, from and to?
Why am I just letting it tear me from my golden idols
What am I, but a ghost to do?
And all I have is my bag of souls

Not worth there weight in copper
Mea culpa, or maybe. sorta. kinda, something kinda like, um.
Fuck this Life, its got a leak, and I have no stopper.
My own little nirvana built in rot, as I go Numb

9 grudnia 2011

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Jon Hark
Jon Hark

Natures Lost, And Broken Oath

As the sky cried its tears of blood.
The dirt below my head washed me away.

The one last kiss that would never bleed.
And I loved to look down at her cloudy sway.

There could never be another heartbeat like it.
An openly Splayed Chest, to bear none else.

With every absurd shard, Its been tampered.
To which all shrapnel have chased, and crushed.

Burnt by Broken, and withered dreams.
Cultured from old soggy winter climes.

And I rake my hair with the trees.
Simple splinters too cracked to bind.

All the hurt pours to a river that floods.
Making that trampled, unforgiving day.

While not sprouting from my seed.
And as I keep in mind to not give way. 
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7 grudnia 2011

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Jon Hark
Jon Hark

Crimson Twilight

Red moon shines
down blood stains
in clouds

Light covers Twilight
a still lake
a comforting embrace

gentle embrace
of one and one
to make crimson wake
The water is cleansing

Heart so pure
seen through perfect eyes
her beauty is infinite
so is my love for her

6 grudnia 2011

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Jon Hark
Jon Hark

Fall From Grace

Ethereal Eye
Toward the sky

Seeing all there was but
Not what can become
Real

A blind God
Did he not see?

We are just puppets
We cut our strings and
Fall

Love is a diseased joke
And yet I feel like I need
To catch this sickness
To understand this riddle

Life is Chaos

Hold me still my love
Take me back to Grace

6 grudnia 2011

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Jon Hark
Jon Hark

Pray For Prayer

Listen When I talk to you.
You should really hear what I've got.

I'm full of an odd wisdom.
So tell me something.

Some things I cannot Forget.
It doesn't matter how hard.

Your words hit me
as in a way I can't perceive.

Then maybe I won't still believe
in things that bleed.

Just like you and he were
and myself, and we.

We're happy, I guess
you were as me.

However, what I've got is.
A better day
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6 grudnia 2011

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Jon Hark
Jon Hark

Cloudy Minds

Dark clouds bring storms
Like the human mind brings wars

Born in hate we
Must learn to love

Our hearts eroded by life’s
Lies but what’s truth anyways

In our hopes and dreams
We find greed and lust

And Hate fills the most peaceful Man
Till He gains his desires or loses his life.

The human error is
Humans are an error

The Problem to be solved
Hidden
Where’s the answer.

Our minds, Cloudy
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