The Garden

What happened to me? I don't know what happened to me Yet I am here looking at her majesty I am here listening to her voice of melody  She is holding my heart like a microphone And playing my mind like a xylophone  She sings  words of love The lyrics fly in my sky like a dove They say :  "Reign over my kingdom,baby Reign , for in my kingdom thou are mighty wreck , wreck  the  intruding enemy  Lead my army to impressive victory Make all rebels bow before thee Reign , reign over my kingdom, baby." What happened to me? I don't know what happened to me Yet I am here looking at her sovereignty She holds my heart like a scepter  A scepter  of love and verity  This is my dear queen Where art thou, my queen? by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein

I heard of a story that will make you cry Let me tell you a story that will make you sigh Listen for its beginning is nigh :  An angel falls from the sky Crushing into the cold ice His wings are shattered like a crown of glass His skin tears like fine linen Blood flows from his lips like a river His eyes  are dried and he screams : "Vapor , ice , water Wind,  blood , pressure I remember the beauty of the clouds I remember   the snow falling  on earth The smooth and peaceful rain of love The glory of hurricanes and quakes I remember when the liquid flows from my veins The majesty of stars in the providence All I can remember is :  Vapor , ice , water Wind , blood ,  pressure." An angel falls from the starry sky Pushed down from his beloved one He looks at the starry sky He sees his beloved staring with anger Thus , he says :  "Vapor , I feel your heart boiling from the sky Ice ,  I can feel the coldness of ...

Daughter, I know you'll leave me soon I'll miss you, my little racoon  I will be by myself gazing up to the moon  Who will play with me at the park when it's noon? Cause, my darling , you'll leave me soon Daughter, I know you'll leave me soon When it's my birthday, who will bring me balloon? Who's gonna sit by me to watch cartoon ? You won't be there , my little racoon  Cause, my little clone, you'll leave me soon Who will I teach how to properly use a spoon? Who will I tell bedtime stories about the moth and the cocoon? Please remember , my little racoon  Daddy will always love you, my little racoon Let me dry these tears  until that day comes Alas, I can't believe you'll leave me soon! I am sorry, I can't take it anymore It just hurts the more I think about you I love you, my little racoon by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author...

Let me tell a story ( I was captured and got interrogated by Mellie's ennemy) Please ,  listen to me Hear the voice of rationality Why do you  let us query? We could have already terminated your reality You must be truly lucky Yeah I tell thee You posess a gift beyond  ubiquity You hold the key to  a celestial mystery You know the secret to invade the kingdom of Mellie Please , tell us about Mellie Tell us ! Tell us , the secret behind her luminosity Tell us  ! Tell us ,    the secret behind her lucidity ? " You seek to understand the inexplicable You try to express the inefable You sought everywhere for Mellie But here is something you don't understand And you might never understand ." ( Pause) What is it? " The secret of Mellie is in me I am her omen , I am her prophecy I'm Mellie's melody , Mellie's augury She plays my heart like a symphony She hides her  subliminal messages  in me I'm the clay Mellie used t...

A fresh wind blows when you exhale It gets cold around us , we need to get well I then wrapped my arms around you like we're in a cell Incarcerated by the magical love spell Are you warm? I couldn't tell Hence our love would keep telling the tale A tale of a beautiful skin made lovingly pale Your head lies on top of my chest My hand slides on your  back And while your eyes closed I gently touched your nose, Kissed your forehead , while you wiggle your toes The cold then slowly decreases as I warm my Ice Queen I belong to my Ice Queen. by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein

Some ask , some answer Some don't ask , some don't answer But why ? Why do we do or do not ? Why do we seek or seek not ? The old man is searching for a purpose The young man is looking for a reason to act But the wise  discerns and relentlessly thinks But why ? It seems like the answer is on the tip of your tongue It  might be that you can hear it from the melodious voice of the choir It might be that you already knew it all along But why people keep confusing me ? This world is too loud I'm tired of you and you and you ! I think I knew it all along Here's the answer It is near Here's he standing on the clouds with truth and retribution Witness the power of truth  by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein

The ocean is waving The wind is blowing by The light is shining But you are just thinking Hindered by   painful memories You can't stop asking: What will be the future? Will it have pines or flower? Will it be joyful or sinister? However, why do you inquire? Does it really matter? What do you want to conquer? Why do you worry about the future? The birds are singing The volcanos are erupting The lion is roaring But you are just thinking Incarcerated by curiosity You kept on asking: What will be the future? Will I have wealth in it? Will it have dryness or flood? Will it have water or blood? However , why do you keep wondering? Does it matter if life ends up in suffering? Is it really bad if we don't make a difference in society? Maybe , but what will be your future? by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.

Tell me what makes you angry  What  ails you ? What aches you deeply ?  Tell me what makes you noisy  What makes you burst into flames? What makes you boil to 100 degree?  It might be someone, something or a situation  It might be something that you sense or simply a conversation  However , are you angry at the right thing?  Is it worth it to get angry at the things that happened here on Earth ?  Here comes wisdom : Get angry at things that are not of this world  Be furious with vices and abominations  Pour  your  wrath in the dark realm  Spit fire  on evil and do not compromise  Burst into flames when you're faced with lies  Be noisy when you hear the word of the unwise  Otherwise, do not show anger  Keep your cool , my dear brother or sister  It might hurt but is it worth it to show your anger ?  It might ache but should you really show your furor ? by  John Mayer Charmant ...

You've changed everything about yourself  You've put  another book in the  shelf  Where is the beautiful dark cover ?  What about the golden letters that were written on it?  I remember  the tenderness was like sheep hair   The pages told a story of strength and  honor  The chapters told a story of a great African empire But now, there is another book in the shelf  It is beige , it is not dark  It's not sheep hair , it is goat hair  It is not black skin, it is white skin  It is not African , it is European  Where is my beautiful dark cover ?  Where are the golden letters? by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.

You've heard before  It might have knocked at your mental door  You've thought about it before  It might have hurt your heart to the core  In this black world , realm of African descent  There are  those who love  There are those who are gentle like dove  They care , cherish, help and support  They raise , heal, nourish and comfort  Yeah I tell thee , there is a black realm of hope, love and charity  A realm of  togetherness , humility and verity We call them  the black Angels  On the other side , there is a realm of cruelty  A realm of selfishness and stupidity  They destroy in  jealousy  They can't see pass their anger and immorality  They are the sons of their father the Devil  They  seek to destroy what they do not understand  They mock everything good and kill the righteous Angels  There are countless number of black Angels getting killed by black demons  Yet the ...

I am the spaceman  I traveled through galaxies looking for alien lives  My crew and I were in a ship that landed in an  inhabitable planet  When we arrive there  There was no one except a creature  The creature had a face of angel  A body of perfection  A soul of enlightenment  She took me and showed me a river of living water  She grabbed me  and said : " you're gonna be my spaceman  Yeah you're gonna be my lover  My only lover and traveler  We will have little spacemen and spacewomen in your ship  For I'm the spacewoman And you are my spaceman." by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein.