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    I want to meet a beautiful girl who doesn't know how beautiful she is so I can be the first to tell her.

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    Posted by JohnsLot - October 15th, 2010


    Late one night after a long, wet journey home from trying and failing to get a girl's attention I stayed up to write a couple none-too-optimistic poems as the rain turned to hail on my skylight. Here's one of them:

    Knowing Another

    Nobody knows what it's like to be anybody else
    I don't even know what it's like to be myself
    I couldn't tell you if I tried
    I've been trying for some time now but I'm reaching noone

    And why should anybody take the time to study me
    with all these things to do and points of view and sights to see?
    There's not much to be gained beyond an interesting read

    Even when a man has made his mark upon the world
    so those who follow come to hear his story,
    such tales will often focus on the circumstance
    and actions which effected all the infamy or glory

    Peculiar was the man himself, the world see through his eyes
    was different from any other
    Biographers imagine, postulate and wonder
    They know as well as you or I
    That fragile world crumbled on the very day he died

    Ben Franklin was a man of very high esteem
    So others look for insights into being like him
    They'll find he wrote extensively on many things
    Great successes, small details and smaller fails -
    it seems his life was free of tragedies and travails
    But Ben wrote what he wanted us to read
    A man confesses small faults
    to convince the world he has no great ones

    We know mostly what he did
    But what was in that head? Forever hid.

    Well I, for one, would like to know
    the way another feels
    I tire of this mindset,
    always insular and sealed

    Someday I hope to find a friend
    and grow so very close
    that over years and decades
    we might mutually disclose
    the quirks and the embarrassments,
    the biggest faults and fears,
    the thoughts that make us smile inside,
    the words that draw out tears.
    And if, before we die
    we come to truly understand
    I'd count myself as fortunate
    as any other man.


    Posted by JohnsLot - October 13th, 2010


    Since the music I posted is pending approval my page is empty so I'm posting a poem I wrote to fill the void:

    Butterflies

    The butterflies have gone
    I never am surprised we only play the same old song
    and dance a little while but I know just where it will lead
    The years reveal a pattern which has narrowed gradually

    How can I break it but to shatter all we've nurtured
    Like a planted tree that's grown up as we sat upon the porch
    Until it blocks the scenery and must be hewn?
    Cannot be pruned because it is the trunk itself which blocks the view
    I'd rather fell it outright than but lop it off halfway,
    Watch the wretched stump attempt to grow itself anew,
    Robbed of all the leaves that let it feed upon the day
    Devoid of all the beauty I once knew

    But -
    Is this which we've helped to grow a stationary thing?
    Perhaps my simile is flawed and love comes like the spring
    Not every day can have the same improving feel of march,
    But there are places we could move where winters aren't so harsh -
    Where even in December we could find a little fun
    Or sit and watch the butterflies that flutter in the sun.