TheLeaflessLeavesOnBranchlessTrees By JPW   I know there is a place in the distant beyond, where all inhabitants live as one. Where sparrows swim. Where flounders fly. Where all prayers are praises to the sun in the sky. Some say I'm foolish. "It could never be so!" "Heaven or Hell, thats it and thats all!" They say my fate shall only lead me... to door A or to door B, St. Peter's gate... ...or Lucifer's lake. Open your eyes and maybe you will see That I'm here...

Something That Will Happen In Five Years In San Diego Where I Was Born By JPW Sighs as loud as squealing donkey noise. The Air stinks of dusty suits, and elderly body oder. It stung my nose like hot Chinese mustard sauce. All I could think about was my mistake of being friendly that Tuesday afternoon, and accepting an invite to this party. Eyes at the far corner of the room glared at me like Peter glares at Lucifer when he comes to trick or treat. Constant sniffling and deathly sounding cough...

When All The Branches Fell BY: JPW We swear we found answers, Though none were really found. So bold to believe you have figured this out. My head is on fire. My legs are stuck in sand. As tiny broken records played atop my bloody hands. Salty water stings the cuts. My Eyes swayed clockwise and back. With every new splash, breaking me down, The Pain, always second to the amplified sound. Nothing so great is worth all this trouble. Lets all just walk hand in hand. So many tell tales. All mostl...

Happily Never Wake By JPW From holding hands in summer heat, Now Submerged below, in this freezing deep. Flailing arms did help us not, AS life did slow to a nulling stop. Before we left, I found your face. A sad smile was last to be seen. We closed our eyes, said goodnight, And flew straight into a dream. Together we became the fitting key. Closed minded eyes could never see. We opened the door that was hidden and locked, As the Angels and Demons looked on in shock. Across the bridge, Right ...

Breathe In And Live By JPW Oh Beautiful child, Please do not fear, The swarming panic, When the tempest nears. Your face too perfect To soak with tears. Thunder, wind, and rain will become The very music to your ears. Surrounded by this bitter storm, Though It was far too late. This energy you created, Is now impossible to break. Oh beautiful child, A helping hand you must now give. Be the first to teach the world How to breathe in And live.

The Mirrors He Left Behind By J~P~W Without seeing this sign, Intent has disolved. Growth came to a stall. Feeble attempts to reconnect with beliefs ...Will not help him at all. Then Nothing will remain but a brittle shell. Feels like Severed ties, With sons from past wives. Immersed in great misfortune. Secrets kept, he holds on tight, Oh what a lack of spine. Heading down a careless path, With resignation from body and mind. He might soon drown, Without even a fight, In a smooth dark bottle...

The Blades of Grass Were Actual Blades By J~P~W I carefully traversed through this field in may, Where the blades of grass were actual blades. Aching limbs, Sweat covered face. I continued forth to a snails pace. Oh the sun did show it's power, Scorching body and land. With every new step, It beat me down, Like that of a fathers hand. Relentless indeed, But as was I, Pushing on through weakness and fear. I kept a calming voice inside. Saying... I'll find my way out of here. This poem was insp...

On Summer Trees & Ashy Knees By: JPW If I bit a sandwich and my tongue then did turn blue I would stare with widest eyes and ask if yours did too. If I fell asleep by a fire burning bright would i then dream of volcanos or gates of pearly white? I think that I must go now no nonsense left to share I'll hold my breath and close my eyes and vanish through the air.

Clinging To The Undergrowth, Until I Find The Missing Piece. by John Patrick Watt Away to the reverie, a very small taste. When the Forest did not give me such a loving embrace. Brisk air, Darkness, and steady rain, Thunder, lightning, and spirits, insane. I was not surprised by their foolish games, Though they tried, This time I would not be afraid. I focused hard on a gentle voice, Heard soft through the weather, And the spirit noise. I will search with the hope of seeing your face and kiss...

The Edge of The Earth By John Patrick Watt Stars out on a gloomy sunday. Reflecting from the tears in her eyes. Every second she looks up at space. A piece of her withers and dies. Stand tall! Stand Strong! You've made it my dear! To the edge of the earth you stand. Look closely now! Look ever so close! Reach out for my offering hand. Away we shall stray to run and to play. I will wipe the tears from your eyes. The earth did take such a toll on us. Let us remove one another's disguise. Now I ...