Activities of JOHN THE GIFTED HANDS

Don't do as I do
My flaws cannot be your shame
And my experiences from the life of tragedies I lived are not yours
Just listen to the rhythm of your heart beats
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When I am down - I revert to my pen and paper ~ inscribing all my weary thoughts on a scroll.
So relinquishing it is - writing connotes therapy ~ alleviating to our crushed spirits.
Dewy-eyed while writing - tears dropping on paper ~ drying in due time courtesy of the sun's scorching heat.
Appending indelible ink on paper - indefinite reference written ~ storing all the pain felt permanently.
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The sun shines
In the beautiful morning,
The weather is fine
Nothing is false,
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If
dark times does not haunt after the men of light,
how then can we know how precious is the moon upon the diamonds?
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There has never been a time
or will there be a time,
when my heart will allow me
to love less or reciprocate less
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Poetry wrote me
Confused puberty
Crying in such shame
Life's a cruel game
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The gift of a man is wisdom
And wisdom is his strength and weapon to strike the merchandise of kicks and pricks of thorns that is familiar with tragedies

And understanding is the reward of steady experiments and constant rearranging of pot-holes into melodious path ways to rhyme with meaning of existence
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