The Garden

Open the door! Please open the door! I have been knocking I have been screaming But you haven't been answering Open the door! Please open the door! I have been crying But you haven't been listening Should I knock harder? Should I keep showing anger? I know you're in here Please open ,my dear The night is getting darker The voices are getting louder My mind is going astray My heart mourns day by day Open the door! Please Open the door! The monsters are chasing me If you don't open, they'll devour me You can save me I thought you said you loved me Now I'm here at your mercy But you ignore me? Listen to the sound of evil outside I would be safe if I were inside I can hear them running towards me Open the door! Please open the door! " Come in, now. I'm sorry." Thanks for opening the door I knew you loved me " Why are you holding this axe like that ?" It is time that we all understand It is time that you deduct That the true evil was n...

Sometimes, no one understands why We can never stay away from each other They are always wondering  But there's something in the night Something that is sacred and intimate The night is filled with secrets That you and I only know The dark room where we meet Is only known by you and I There is no light to make shadows No one to disturb our love We sit on the floor like two children Playing cards while laughing so hard Then when exhaustion falls upon us The night becomes as hot as a furnace The secrets of the night become known When we reveal them to each other When we expose ourselves to each other We then smile like newborns What a night! What a love! The night is filled with our secrets That you and I only know The beautiful smile of your round face The architecture of your body The sound of your voice Those are things that come with the night That is why I love the night BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES...

The universe can be a very violent place Where hands can slap your face your girlfriend becomes paranoid And your ellipsoid becomes a paraboloid Behold a wonder that shall not be told Mr. Idi sold his wife for a piece of gold Behold a tale that shall make you crazy An infant talking before delivery OMG! Are these monkeys doing the moonwalk? And lions with aye aye in dance battle I guess evolution does not really suck Because right now nothing looks fatal Have you seen that guy who sells air? Doesn't he know people don't care? Look at a toddler driving a truck His dad must be a psychotic punk Now, you see that lady's thumb in her nose While her date's eyes widen to two meters I bet he thinks that's sexy and grandiose Maybe he should get her to use fetters Wait is that a grown man in a diaper? He has no shirt and his chest is hairy Wow! Is that his wife on a scooter? That's quite a fantastic and cute family So,here's a class turned into a beer contest Tea...

" Rex,Why do you have panther pics in your room?" You really want to know? "Yes" Well, bring me a mic, ill sing it for you. "Bring it,Rex" I'm from the species Panthera One of the most skilled in the fauna Blessed and determined like Noah Zealous like a Talitha Spreading an intense aura Listening like one who got melomania Agitated like one reaching ultimate euphoria I'm like Odin in Valallah An unwritten prophecy and world of phenomena I'm from the species Panthera A musical piece like Moonlight Sonata Crafty and fierce like Diego Maradonna Fearless like the Haitian Kapwa That is why I am from the species Panthera There are others in the species Panthera My boys Yve,Mike,Josh and Rafa My sistas Mary,Leth and Sarah We are our own Alpha, Beta, Gamma and delta We are explorers like Dora Waiting to ,one day, say Maranatha Wherever we go, we bring manna We stick to the virtuous and authentic dogma That is why we are from the species Panthera ...

"Father,tell me a beautiful story A marvel that can move internally" Well, I am going to tell you a beautiful story: ... I use to be tangled in strings of slavery My mind use to be the subject of insanity I use to say yes to wrongful acts Emphasize opinion instead of facts I use to be the lost squirrel Which had nowhere to dwell I use to be the gullible one My heart was tender to everyone But she came and changed everything. "Who is she ,father?" If you look in the other room,youll see her There is no one more beautiful than her She screamed in pain to put you here I always loved her and held her dear She is your mom,my son This is my story ,my beautiful story. "That is so nice daddy I love you , good nighty !" Good night ,Rex.   BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)