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	Jock Engelman
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Jock Engelman, 2 april 2012

Plant, Grow, Die, Plant

Seeds Planted in our first interaction;
Seeds of new emotion and affection;
Were placed deep within my chest cavity;
A new source of poetic inspiration;
Hidden in my heart of dissociation;
Just like an unknown time-bomb of beauty;

It blossoms, my heart stolen in your possession;
For once it's not just manipulation;
Flowering into a bed of roses;
This was going to be a dedication;
Of my admiration and affection;
But it all went wrong before I could finish;

I thought you could repair the damaged section;
To re-animate my self appreciation;
The blossomed roses begin to wilter;
Petals black with discolouration;
But for one I perform a resurrection;
To remind myself why I cannot love;

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Jock Engelman, 26 march 2012

Sigh Sky Sigh

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?

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Jock Engelman, 21 march 2012

The Butterfly (Don't Die My Butterfly)

With wings that seem to sparkle like the night sky;
Who's purpose seems to be float, glide and fly;
It tears my heart to know you are so rare;
Or that in adulthood you go unnoticed;
With technicolour wings of the dearest;
For you life is full of beauty and simplicity.

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Jock Engelman, 20 march 2012

Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge)

As you stare with your cold grey eyes you judge;
I know your instant opinon won't budge;
Your lined and sagged face hide what's within;
Make up covered nostrils all raised and flared;
My ears bleed from sounds of your false laugh shared;
Cringing as the high pitch pierces my ears;

Don't whine your the ones who raised all of us;
T'was jus a smack you say, what is the fuss;
Plain amazing how you can still think this;
While I can smell your expensive coffee;
You sip it with plain disregard for money;
A lack of empathy for all in poverty;

I know, go on, send me to the gallows;
Upper class? Can you really be this shallow;
Alone I see how you are so alouf;
Skin, Body and Hair art doesn't mean we Sin;
We bleed blood, we bleed emotions, we bleed kin;
And yet, here I sit, judging you myself;

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Jock Engelman, 13 march 2012

Running Rampart Rat Race

Within the urge, continues to build on;
Separate from a place, I truely belong;
Away from the trees, streams and animals;
I wish to hide from, the husle and busle;
I wish to hide from, the turns and tusles;
Tired of running, in this rampart rat race;

The blaze of fire, over the velvet black;
Chirping sounds of song birds, reach my rucksack;
The scents of pollenation, treat my senses;
In my minds eye, back to the bush I go;
Where there's no power, from connections or dough;
It is programmed into my D.N.A;

Darn! Back to the smokey, noisy, city;
Just a single person, so itty-bitty;
Long to live in the wild, with the serenity;
Wish to sleep, with the beauty of nature;
With the stars, butterflys, and all creatures;
Where I belong, feeling wholy content;

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Jock Engelman, 13 march 2012

The Triumph Saint

I'm soaring, it's roaring, no longer boring;
I'm laughing, it's flying, no longer crying;
No longer captive, I'm smiling, it's freedom;
I'm crazy, it's hazy, no longer angry;
I'm blooming, it's fumming, no longer grooming;
No longer destined, I'm unread, it's unsaid.

(p.s. if anyone wants to know what a triumph saint can look like, it is here at this link: http://motorivista.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/triumph-saint-motorbikes-422x281.jpg )

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Jock Engelman, 13 march 2012

Look! Look! Gone! Gone!

Look! Look at all the men, once filled with hope;
Look! Look at all the men, now who cant cope;
Driven into hiding, by this shallow world;
So afraid, to express their true feelings;
Cause you rejected and left them dreaming;
To chase those cheats with every other tart;
But by the time of your epiphany;
About his continual decency;
It's you who have moved into the friendzone;

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Jock Engelman, 26 february 2012

Flames and Ashes

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;

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Jock Engelman, 21 february 2012

Skin Deep

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;

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Jock Engelman, 20 february 2012

A Silvery Lullaby Potion

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;

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Other poems: Plant, Grow, Die, Plant, Sigh Sky Sigh, The Butterfly (Don't Die My Butterfly), Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge), Running Rampart Rat Race, The Triumph Saint, Look! Look! Gone! Gone!, Flames and Ashes, Skin Deep, A Silvery Lullaby Potion, An Average Perspective On A Microcosm, Poetic Disappointment, A New Perspective Of An Old World, Tears Tears Tears and Many More Tears, I want to hear Goodbye, When I look Into Your Eyes, Its My Fault, My Fault, Until the Day, About Love, I Wonder, Tears, Stories Of Our Lives, A Thousand Fair Suitors, my daily routine… is there something wrong?, How can i fill the void?, is it the Dark I fear or the Unknown?, Bully, bully go away… make me cry again another day, The Fate of Hate, can only be Hate, Whats Wrong With Society?, Suicide, The Eternal Internal Struggle, Innocence, k3y to saving th3 brok3n h3art; is surviving!, The Final Farewell, Rest of My Days,

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Plant, Grow, Die, Plant

Sigh Sky Sigh

The Butterfly (Don't Die My Butterfly)

Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge)

Running Rampart Rat Race

The Triumph Saint

Look! Look! Gone! Gone!

Flames and Ashes

Skin Deep

A Silvery Lullaby Potion

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