The Garden

Men see me as a useful tool All they want is my honey When I get decorated, they find me cool They flatter me and call me sexy Every day I have to worry I need to get their attention My clothes and makeups need to be ready If not, I will lose their approbation My life is a real hell inside I am used just as an object I wish on my birthday, I died I feel I have no intellect When I think they love me I find out they do not They only like my body So I let them use me a lot I am a slave of vanity I live only to satisfy men's lust Society has lied to me Making me feel that I'm just dust Men of good heart, here is my case Plead for me if you care I want to be out of this furnace It is time to start treating me fair BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

There they are, ruthless criminals They sneak in your homes and torture couples These bloodthirsty killers live among us As wolves in sheeps’ clothes, they deceive us They trap you in your kindness And they slash your head of loveliness Sometimes, they fake being lost in life They come to your door with strife While they attract you with a joyful smile But later, after they finish slicing your joints, You are just an organic pile They seize your hands and make you promise They warm your life with gentleness And when you thought it was destiny They neutralize your deepest entity They spent hours watching your routine Not to know you better but to plan your last scene They are the ones, you give your heart to These killers let you trust them too And one day, you wake up to find death  Death by the ones you gave yourself These people try to know you deeply Just to, one day, send you to eternity Listen, these are not serial killers, de...

As I walked into the room all eyes turned around  And I heard applauses I then lifted my prestigious hat Not too far away was my girl Walking elegantly in her princess' robe I held her hands with gallantry And then I heard everyone say: "Here is the Duke! Here is the Duchess! Here are the unstoppable lovers! Here are the romance bearers! Here are the heads of the State of Love!" As they sang, I started dancing with my duchess as the violinists played our favorite symphony We swung as a crowd surrounded us I then looked at my Duchess' eyes She smiled as my face approached hers She then quickly put her arm around my back As she breathed with tension, she said: " My Duke, my lover Activate me, babe make me feel delighted tonight Squeeze me and make me scream in joy Fill me with your charm Spin me, lead me on, my Duke" After she spoke, I said : " Let me hug you tight, my Duchess I will send you to paradise You and I will rule the State of Love forever Noo...

There is a man crying tonight But he is hidden in the closet He is afraid that he might get mocked He is afraid of showing weakness The next morning, he wakes up strong He goes to work with a sad heart But he wouldn’t dare to show emotion Cause they say: “Oh no! You can’t cry! You are a man, so you can’t cry! Oh no! That is the norm. You’ll get scolded if you break it” There is a man in agony There is an ocean of tears in his heart But he wouldn’t dare say a word He’d rather cope with alcohol He feels the pain deep inside But wouldn’t express his sadness Cause they say: “Oh no! You can’t cry! You are a man, so you can’t cry! Oh no! You know better! This will make you lose your manhood There are billions of men crying tonight But they would not say a word Society tells them to keep silent For, emotion is perceived as weakness There are billions of men shedding tears But they would not say a word Cause they say: “Oh no! you c...

It wasn't just us, it was never just us It wasn't just us, it was never just the Human We hate , we love We fight , we hug We mock , we compliment We hurt , we heal We blaspheme , we praise It wasn't​ just us, it was never just us How can it ever be just us ? How can we be evil and good ? How can we be possessed of the light and the darkness? How ? How ? Please how? Cause it wasn't just us , it was never just us If it is not, if it was never Who or what was it ? Some say it is the spiritual realm Some say it is evil versus good Why can't there be good only ? Why can't love reign in our hearts? Why should I believe that humans are evil? I cannot accept that all there is to us is evil If the power of evil mistreats us If the power of good strengthens us I proclaim good for those who live in this world But justice on the ones that inflict us Cause it wasn't​ just us , it was never just us Vengeance on the evil realm! May the assembl...

Flagellated by the whip of friendship Lost in the dark, found by wrath Disfigured by mental inflictions  Broken and ripped from the inside out Overwhelmed and drowned in tears Here I am the son of Nostalgia I put my head against the wall Ceaseless sighs from my nostrils The frowns erased the beauty of the past I can remember the sweet memories Your smile is stained within my mind My ears are filled with your reverberating voice Under my skin, I can sense the throbbing ache While holding closed fists to endure the pain Alas! the happy child inside is no more Alas! All of this joy was temporary Alas! All of this was gone in one day Where art thou, my sweetest friend? Why have you been hiding in my mind? Will I see you again, my sweetest friend? Maybe never and that is why I am the son of Nostalgia BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)

People pray looking up or down They open and close their eyes They lean on the surface of the floor They kneel facing down They then moved their arms vertically To ask for grace and mercy They also moved their arms horizontally To recite their faults and shout apology They remained positive for the whole sermon So that God could come visit the sanctuary They preach the straight paths So that people may not turn in a curved one They establish asymptotic paths which may not be touched They try to remain consistent to their doctrine They repell any inconsistency which they call sins They focus on the center and origin of their existence which they call God I like the beauty and majesty of divinity I like the geometry of belief BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT (THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)