The boy behind the wall.
By John Bailey
The Boy's Poems
A life well lived, means living too,
for a life not lived, is a life to lose.
To live is to long for a life of life,
to live each day with great liveliness.
Living your life to the fullest each day
means that you shouldn't care what everyone else wants,
what everyone else wants is unimportant to you.
Do what you feel you need to do and
make everyday the best day of you life.
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The Man and the Monster
By John Bailey
The deep urge begins and is never dying,
the need to kill, almost feels like flying.
It makes him ill and prevents him from slumber,
but it makes him feel good, makes him feel lumber.
The thoughts of these people, cold and lifeless,
their bodies lying still, their souls remained flightless.
These urges he felt, only he could control,
the beast was let loose, let out on parole.
With a watchful eye over the monster at foot,
the love for these people, hidden in soot.
The beast makes a village of peace and order
by creating rules and building mental borders.
Protecting them from one another,
and keeping them from harm as a blind father.
Most people respected, and knew he meant well,
but the rest all feared him, “he a demon from hell!”
The “demon” never cared what these people all felt,
for if he did he would make them all burn, fry, and melt.
But he couldn't have that, this beast had feeling.
He thought what would happen if he forced them all kneeling.
So he came to the conclusion of leading a new way,
he led with great love, and all would obey.
When the day is over- but not yet done,
The boy would lie still, ‘till these feelings are gone.
When these feelings of death, are all but banished,
the boy would drift into dream, and in there, vanish.
the boy would lie there, from dusk to dawn,
leaving this world behind, in a new one he’s spawned.
Soon the beast was too far in dream,
and the people were free, or so they seemed.
There were people who were waiting for this to happen,
they started giving ranks: lieutenant, major, and captain.
They began handing out orders, messages, and decrees,
making everyone depressed, and not feeling so free.
The people wouldn't take this kind of abuse,
so they began breaking rules and running loose.
The village, once an orderly and neat monarchy,
now governed by amateurs, running wild with anarchy.
Nothing could wake this deep sleeping boy,
but the kiss of true love, and her heart of joy.
The girl of his dreams, the maiden, Perfection,
with beauty and love, and unstopping affection.
He continuously thought of her, again and again
leaving only her in his heart, nothing else remain.
Along came a lady out of the crowd,
with long blonde hair, and a flowery crown.
The lady was she, who the beast was thinking,
it was she who he longed for, there souls were forever linking.
She walked to the monster and gave him a kiss,
but with this the beast jerked, twisted and hissed.
With fear on her face the maiden backed up,
but it wasn't fear with which her heart cupped,
it was pain and sadness at this sad sight,
the beast lied on the table, with his emotions he'd fight.
Against the urge to kill and the need to conquer,
his heart would win this, through love and with honor.
The beast arose, off the table and Earth,
in the light of the heavens, he floated immersed.
The people looked up, at their beloved leader,
and with smiles on their faces, a sight never sweeter,
they grew tearful and happy as the hated old ruler,
was suspended in air and made less crueler.
A twist of his body, light exploded around him.
They struggled to look, though the lady who placed the kiss stared,
she stood and gazed, in wonder, impaired.
After a moment of splendor, the beast's skin started pealing,
miraculously enough, the skin started healing,
but this wasn't normal, instead of scales and fur,
just in it's place, a layer of normal skin transferred.
The beast that put terror in the heart of all he ruled,
now suspended in love and feeling like a fool.
Soon, a figure from the heavens appeared in the sky,
and the light that surrounded them falls away from their eyes,
revealing nothing but a man, who collapses weak but alive.
After a moment of rest the people watch as the two rise.
They exchange glances, sharing the love of