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“If I should lose my cool” a Poem By John McKinley Pride Jr.

“If I should lose my cool”

Should I explode please just stand clear
Should I explode please do not fear
Should I explode let me explain once the smoke has cleared.
Should I explode please keep in mind; I don’t act like this all the time.
My fuse is a mile longer than most and my skin is like leather.
Words are like water on a ducks back to me till the drips become more like tidal waves.

So, should I explode relies it will be a short burst of reality to those around me that there is a life in me.
There is a burning in me
There are no ashes in me
I will always rise to the occasion
My friendship as faithful as a dogs just don’t step on my tail.

By John McKinley Pride Jr
12/16/11

“Hoping For the Blue Lights to Fade” a Poem By John McKinley Pride Jr.

“Hoping For the Blue Lights to Fade”

Blue lights cure my love
Green lines shape the heart beat that beats like a drum.

Orange waves role in numbers holding my love breath in sporadic bursts of gold.

Blue lights cure my love and my love cures me
Sooths me; makes me forget the demons inside my head.

My love makes me forget about myself; grabs all of who I am and absorbs all the good from within me.

Blue lights cure my love
Within my love creates a new skin; so I sit still watching my love.

Thinking of my love and hoping for the blur lights to fade away.

Waiting for the blue lights to evaporate the yellow sadness within and hope to bring my love home again with love in my arms.

By John McKinley Pride Jr
2/15/12

Broken Teeth: A Poem By John McKinley Pride Jr.

“Broken Teeth” (not yet edited)

Like knifes and sharp steel

Like burnt rubber upon your back

Like eyes of white light that lie to you.

A mind torn from moral and immoral

How will it dominate?

What will curdle the skin?

A mouth full of blood, a toothless bear
Try to protect your self from the hungry dogs that attack you.

Your face in the sand
You’re to blame for walking on your hands needing to feel where you are led to go.

Cut pieces of the words from your tong to cover up your heart where scars have formed from lies that hibernate with in your chest of gold about the feelings you hide.

It burns you from with inside, festers within your veins; ties you up like a straitjacket and sows your mouth shut with ugly truths.

I dare you to do something

I dare you to try

I dare you to stand up and let the world see you cry.

Like knifes and sharp steel

Like burnt rubber upon your back

Like tunnels of white lights that lie to you and never let you turn back
there is really no end till you grow some teeth and bite…

NEW WORK COMING SOON

NEW WORK COMING SOON; JUST NEED TO EDIT SOME STUFF.

tHANKS, JOHN