Jakes poems

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Exits

The path I was looking for wasn't there.
I looked back to find her.
Scared, She was depleted, conceded, cheated, well decent.
And I was dead, a loser, like user, under much cold steam.
Thoses nights under the skys blanket, I saw my self dead,
And I saw her alive.
She was happy.
I chose that exit.


Nothing is something

If something is nothing,
Then nothing is something.
But nothing is nothing,
And something is something,
But some how,
Nothing is something and some thing is nothing.


beDs........
 
 Endangered MInds compel around her everlasting beuty.....
Her walk filled the room with animosity...
She Was seeking for an answer she found it......
Like the time she was in bed and said she said said the candle didnt lit...........
But he was stuck in translation of his past tense......
She was biding her tim e an d energy into his cask-et......
to find the agony in a mist....
not t he par t were i slit my wrists......
i miss you so far...
and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard.... 
has drowned my fears at the deep end........
 
And the messeges he sent her through sleep.....
 
'This Nightmare it wont last long
 are you scared to sing this song'
im right there im by your side
 tonight we have a chance'

anything goes in tht sacred bed..
from fights to dim lights
thts what he said....
from making love to cursing each others heart...
 thats what he read......
to finding each others redempt....
from suicidal attempts.....
from birth to death....
to the moonlight that shed....
from honey milky dreams...
to nightmares that bring the evil seed...
Ill die alone just to bring those good ol days....
nothing feels right, nothing ever goes my way....
i threw my future away.....
now i walk alone out here in the cold...
wandering astray wheres my future?.....
Im gonna need a home. youd expect the same now wouldnt you?....
But
Your journey back to birth its haunting you.....
Your departure from the earth, its haunting you...
So soothe my wounds in this misery plague....
 before i hit comfort in my bed of rage....
sleeping effortlessly in a sudden death...
to demolish my thoughts in sorrow...
maybe it will be a better tomarrow...
ill find a way to be a man....
no wonder mom will never understand....
what's happening to me?.................



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