The poems of the soul by John Pallister (little red riding hood ebook free TXT) 📕

existence,
As your brain is clustered,
It can't filter out irrational processes,
You act but have no control,
You know what you're doing but can't stop,
A huge pain rips inside of you,
Tearing your soul up,
You're eyes go back into their sockets,
And the evil grabs your body,
You scream in a somewhat agonising way,
Then you find peace tranquil and knowledge,
Before being let free.

magical substance

Magical substance

Feelings of magical substance are floating on an aquatic cloud,
Fired up from the centre of a heart loved so proud,
A beautiful sense of emotional power,
Spread like pollen from a flower.

As it falls gracefully from the mellow sky,
Covering the mountains with a glazey silk from so high,
It ponders before flourishing even more,
Then lands on the flamboyant beachy shore.

As the water swallows up the elegant dream,
It's carried down a calm stream,
To a fountain so cold and chilled,
Before suddenly being dramatically stilled...

dying to finally live

dying to finally truly live

Nothing can hurt me now,
I've been destroyed and have no point left,
My heart is in ragged pieces,
Torn in tiny shreds dangling out my limp filled body,
I can't even cry anymore I've run out of water,
And my lungs breathe trapped poisonous air,
I'm down on my knees with a revolver to my head,
I'm not scared or angry,
I'm just thoughtful about those days we could have had together,
Knowing that the time spent on earth was worth it,
It wasn't worth anything to you,
You and him,
A bitter chill runs through my body,
This is it he's finally caught me,
I close my eyes tightly,
There's a quick flash of him and her together,
Before my memories remember the time i had with her,
I deserved better than this,
I hear him breathe down my neck,
Does he has the hate to kill me,
Or will he spare the life of a man who wrecked his future,
I wait and wait,
I hear the trigger being pressed,
But in the split second before my death I know I've won,
Because now i can join her in heaven,
My brains splat on the floor I'm no longer dead,
I'm free to properly live with her.

life

All my friends are down by the holy river,
Washing their sins away,
Wanting to do things their way.
Tomorrow will be a spitting image of yesterday,
And the future wouldn't have come if it weren't for today,
Standing alone yet surrounded by people,
Strangers in a cosmic world of hate.

Laughing at the unknown,
What is done is already sown
What do we have to do,
To be perfect like you,
In everything we do.

Fading away in to the darkness,
A mind which is never justified,
And a heart which is never understood
Like a lost animal in the wood.

Still clinging on to life,
Through the ever changing world of strife,
In search of a beautiful wife.

Now we are old we see,
And it's your turn to follow me.

And then we cease to be important.

Important

Gone

Dead.

magical siamese mushroom

Magical Siamese Mushroom

Siamese mushroom grew in two,
Me and you,
Contracting to be new,
Getting a thought from my mushroom stew.

Back to the end,
Of an endless chain,
Getting free,
But too much pain.

We are pulled back,
To the ones we once disowned,
It's mushroom nature,
Being a creator.

serendipity of love

Puzzlement and bewilderment in this game of chanced reality,
Serendipty kicks in and the original design has become unquie,
Desperatly seeking the answer for days and a week,
Only to solve it by a meeting of two lovers,
Closer to the heart than sister and brothers,
Test tubes, mathematic equations, pages of notes,
All read by the men in white coats,
Yet it was a hippy student with an interest in herbs,
Solved the problem while high watching the burbs,
He turned to kiss his lover so beautiful she shone,
He didn't think anything could go wrong,
But then she fell over the sofa with him on top,
All the room began to rock,
And they woke up the following day,
Neither knew what to say,
For they had solved the greastest puzzle known to mankind,
It was on video ready to rewind,
They had just explained the meaning of love,
Peace stayed in that house circled by a fairytale dove,
The puzzle no more love was described as reality,
A dream and hope no more

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Publication Date: 04-13-2012

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