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Third Wheel

on December 31, 2022

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On Monsters

on December 30, 2022

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On Dreams

on December 29, 2022

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We Get To Chose Our Gods

on December 28, 2022

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Here I Go Again

on December 27, 2022

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The Crypt

on December 25, 2022

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On Dawn

on December 25, 2022

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Uncertainties

on December 23, 2022

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Give a Little Love

on December 21, 2022

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To See

on December 19, 2022

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We The People

on December 17, 2022

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Job Kerry: Name's Job Kerry. Bit of a loner, bit of an eccentric, and bit of awesome. I loooove music and deep reflection in nature. Check me out on twitter @jkerry66 and IG @job_kerry66

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John is Waiting

They took me on, And stripped me nude, Tied me down, Made me loose, They made it dark, My holy room, And turned the stereo, Played a tune, For the soul, The blessing of god, For papa John, Benevolent one, For earthly prongs, And hades songs, For Jesus’ blood, Sufficient wrongs, The played this chant, And kept it running, Then made it cold, The ambient whole, A woman came and looked to me, And held their pictures, The ones I’d lost, ‘twas Becky, Jane, And Mary, Sue, Sally, Cec, And Dani, Ruth, She made it well, My pain and hurt, Until I couldn’t just cry or hurt, She told me the God that allowed it so, Just stayed in pews, was Holy Ghost, She shone a light and dimmed the dark, And told me John could feel my hurt, “Surrender now, go kneel and bow, It’s all but sad in John’s brow, And though your pain, Be deep and bane, I’ll make em sweet, Encased in bliss” By now I was out, Not lucid qui

My Hell and Key

Often times I sit in silence, And marvel, laugh, decry my present, I look around and dust my tux, That side of life I’ll never have, It’s glean and groan, be seen and moan, Then beam and boast of dreams and roads, I live through life in front of a screen, With a million collages just making the scenes, So instead of a rush at the prospects of joy, Or honest dismay at optimism ploy, I live in presets of some memories stored, Every collage has some feeling attached, With more running themes like betrayal and pain, And deep paranoia in joy or in pain, The trouble is now I don’t feel like I live, Cause up till this time, I have seen all I need, Deep in my head, thus is soldier and king, Masterful cynic, a child, and a beast, I live each of these a thousand lives at a time, And so every day I don’t know who I’ll be, It’s shameful and sad, sometimes vengeful and mad, But hey, that’s life, Yeah, my hell and my key. @Job Kerry

To Potska

Gem of a world, Glim in the dirt, Gold wrought and grand, Gilded in cream, Got lessons learnt from your warm heart and steam, Ghastly you said ain’t a cause for alarm, Guard every essence, the good and the bad, Glitter ain’t nothing: Without the reek of the murk, Partly I miss you, Probably for more, Plastic for glamor: you never stood for, Pried me from whining: prancing on doors, Panting pathetic and looking for aawws , Pointed me straight to pride in my yucks , Potent and sturdy when they go like ew, Party and bullshit: kept me from those, Probably the reason am; Poorly received, Truth is I’m fine, Toasty and feisty, Tarrying mmm.. barely: on this wagon trail, Tanya is gone, yeah, Tony, and Tristan, ‘tis only me on the old dusty road, Twilights are lonely yet romantic still, Tuesdays the coldest with chilled ghostly shrills, Tolkien still thrills me and widens my scope, Thranduill, and Gandalf, and Frodo my soul, Tis

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