The Garden

In the dark morning, I woke up silently and then I looked at the gray wall I then sat up to reflect on my life The memories led me in the past  I realized that I have  changed All I was  is no more I'm destroyed in my core The beautiful thoughts are gone Reality has hit my door After that I came back to the present I went to the restroom to wash my face I looked in the mirror My reflection began to talk to me He said: "Is this really me? Is this really you?Who needs to reign?" I then answered:"You are the soul in me I am in the mind in you Rex, you should reign." He looked at me in furor And came out of the mirror He stood before me and and scream: "I know I am always hidden The world doesn't know me But I have led you I have guided you in the light Listen to me and reign over me I am yours ,my self." I said again:"Is this really me? Who needs to reign? Please, I am not strong enough." After I said that he di

The living organism  is here The marvel has arrived   Today, it was formed   It was molded in pain and disgrace   It wasn't the best thing in the world   It was forced to come here   Or no one was ready for it Thus, what will its procreator do? What will humans do to it? How will they judge its existence? Kill it , the humans say For it came to the world before the appropriate time Kill it, humans insist For it was a result of rape   But here is it and it is already alive Waiting for the time to be born Saying:"I want to be born" However, its procreator objected   The mother decided to eradicate it For she couldn't afford to take care of it   Or it was a result of a mistake   One night, while it was sleeping   It was resting silently   The mother brought the abomination   And the abomination induced pain to it It suffered a lot and die in torment   It never made it to the human world   It paid the price for our own mistake   We let it be the one to p

Up and down, straight and round   Feel the rhythm of the sad sound It is beautiful though it's monotone In insanity, it will  make you drown   Be cautious with your reality   It might  just  be your fabrication All you sense could just be hallucination   The ghost  lives in your closet   Upon it your judgement is set Look in the mirror, you'll see its smile Before your head gets so wild Powder yourself in white   Get ready for your odious night Wear  your black dress For now it's time to confess   Before the mirror of secrets In which you see your debts Crawl on the floor clandestinely And reach out to the table of  pain Open the music box Let the darkness of your soul  rise and fill the room Prepare the day of doom Sit back and relax   Listen to the music of distress   The terror that its  rhythms profess BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT, (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

A ma dulcinee, J'ai ecris  ce poeme La plus belle femme selon mon coeur Elle s'inquiette toujours quand je pleure   Ses paroles effacent mes peines Elle prend la charge d'une reine Elle gouverne sur mes valles et plaines Ses bras sont les plus puissants de mon empire   Avec elle , mon chagrin s'en va Specialement,quand sa tete repose sur mes bras Elle m'ouvre toujours la porte Quand Les autres me ferment dehors Quand tout le monde me deteste Elle me dit combien elle m'aime Si je pourrais creer un monde   Elle gouvernerais tout dans ce monde Je demanderais aux etoiles de s'agenouier devant ellle Et Les oiseaux de chanter pour elle   Une chanson d'amour qui allumera nos lampes   La verite s'ecoulera de la riviere de mon amour   Maintenant, elle s'asseoit sur moi Elle est entrain de me racontrer une histoire BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN

You were made to be different   You were designed to be magnificent   So that the world may see your light   And be shone by its might   Long ago, when The Architect was making you He was thinking of a purpose for you He took the dust and made it a mud Inside your veins ,he put on the divine blood   In your DNA ,he inscribed the word Love And thereafter, he lets you fly out like his dove   This is exactly why you were born   This is why his angel blows the horn This is his purpose given before dawn   This is why you existed all of a sudden: You were meant to love the Creator You were designed to love your neighbor   You were molded to help the helpless   Give hope to the hopeless   Enlighten the darkness   And Wipe away sadness   Brothers and Sisters, here is your mission You were made to love and love again   Not to condemn your friend   Not to judge those in pain Not to criticize those living in sin   Not to do whatever you can Not to create your hateful Klan Not to stay on your bed

There is a chaos taking place Inside everyone on Earth All hearts are burning in a furnace While on this journey they surf I know that you are afraid of death You are terrified of failure and disappointment However, I would like you to understand the story You were not born out of your own will Contrarily,you were molded by nature to be unique You have developed to be a human being Later ,the same nature that fed you with life The same one that induces you with existence The same design has turned against you to get you old enough to die You see ,it is not a bad story Do not get frustrated ,it is just a joke Bend on your knees,all of you Scream , hit your yourself gently And laugh about it. Don't you see that it is just a joke? Don't you realize that it's all a contradiction? We live only to die We stand only to fall We talk only to get silent We smile only to mourn We seek only to be lost Sisters and brothers,Hear me out! Dark skin and light skin,

Mr. Nice man, you are what I need But I am not for you the right seed I have in my story some very bad deeds Mr. Nice man, I'm a bad food to feed ... But Mr. Nice man, give me your heart Although I know I'll tear it apart Mr. Nice man, breaking hearts is my art I know how to throw the malevolent dart Mr. Nice man, I don't know what I want for me I think I am confused and crazy I am too inconsistent for our unity We should terminate our romantic reality I know you will weep but I told you I wasn't ready Mr. Nice Man, you are not my type I thought you were my prototype Now I realize, a bad man is my joyous hype Mr. Nice man, sorry ,you are too nice BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)