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it all seems too perfect
heading down the lane
life it seems to mock me
as only one remains
driven by my passion
thought you were the one
broken dreams and silent screams
makes my cold feet run

dressed up in my loneliness
fashioned by my pride
victim of the emptiness
no place left to hide
silence is my enemy
silence is my friend
I said everything
by the words I never said

There's dust on my guitar
my music can't go far
I told you I have nothing to say
ashes turn to dust
my tears they turn to rust
as more then days just pass away

the writing of John Hopkins.....here's a few of my poems and short stories...from my new poetry book-"The Plain Truth".

Embraced inside the old brick walls at the corner of fifth and Arch is a serene and peaceful escape from our busy modern world. These sacred and historic two acres are ample "food for meditation". Wandering among the broken and faded headstones is like dancing with the whispers of our past. Beyond the sound of coins being tossed on the grave of Benjamin Franklin, is the sound of the dreams, hopes and desires of thousands of people whose names we may never know. Lost to the naked eye is the energy and emotion that can only be captured and collected in a painting or a song. Each day we celebrate

I ran away from you
and all I found was me
I'm just a guest in your heart
longing to be free
I look at you with older eyes
different dreams and murky skies
I'm running out of time
your running out on me
I'm running out of hearts
but I will never lose the dream

Eat this candy heart
swallowed by my pride
I lost myself in silence
too young but born to die
your my only happiness
and my burning storm of pain
I was waiting on an answer
but the question never came
looking back in anger
I'll never be the same
caught up in my emotion
waiting on some sunshine
forever drenched by your rain
with haunting desperation
I reflect on yesterday
in a moment of revelation
I found a word to say

Your the only thing that's real
made of broken stone
I've forgotten how to feel
born to be alone
words may fade away
but memory remains
some wounds may never heal
most days are lived in vain

Everytime I see you
you bring me to my knees
other men may fear you
but you set my mind at ease
your my passion and my purpose
until the bitter end
some others may claim to love you
but I'm your only friend

Sitting shy and silent like a chess piece
hollow heart all locked up like a safe
drownding tears a river of my own grief
dressed all up in nothing but my faith