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Crazy John

Contributed by poet_of_anger on Tuesday, 28th June 2005 @ 01:10:20 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics

A young boy on a journey
A young boy full of hope
His eyes glow of wonder
And he simply does as he is told
The people that surround him
Put magic in his ears
Thoughts that surround him
And wipe away his fears
No thoughts of destruction
No worries to be found
He simply lives his life
For everyone else around

Years go by and he gets older
The promises are gone
His eyes are void of wonder
All hope went away with the dawn
His friends all taunt him
Always at his expence
In quiet meditation
Still nothing can make sense
Could love really be there
Or is it just a word
Can life be this painful
Or am I singing the absurd

Life and death don't matter when
Nobody cares
Things begin to get desperate
Then you know you were wrong
But it's too late... it's always too late

He goes out to a bridge
And he peers o'er the edge
And says why has it come to this
In death will there be any bliss
He closes his eyes and thinks
About what his life has been
He knows he has been on this brink
Since the world turned it's back on him
His eyes are void of anything
They're cold and dark and black
No longer any color there
No longer a need to hold back

He closes his eyes harder
And goes back to his younger days
Crazy John the idealist
Who said love made more sense than hate
He thinks now that love has left him
No one really cares
Death is so beautiful
When it is the only thing there
His agony his blessing
His love his only curse
And as he jumps over
It is as if it were rehearsed

Life and Death don't matter when
Nobody cares
Things begin to get desperate
And then you know you were wrong
But it's too late... Oh God it's too late

No one came to his funeral
It wasn't worth their time
His parents the only mourners
Until an hour had passed by
The friends of his childhood
Laughed when they heard
How could a stupid loner
Be that disturbed
No one really loved him
For who he really was
A man before his time
Who gave his life for love

Copyright © poet_of_anger ... [ 2005-06-28 01:10:20]
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Re: Crazy John (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Monday, 8th August 2005 @ 04:26:08 PM AEST
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Wow, I can't believe I am the first person leaving a comment on this poem. I feel like this a lot. (not now) but I can really relate to this. People are missing out on your poetry. Great write

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