Hello and welcome to my blog. I am John Loraine and I am a poet and a writer. Check out my new book, a collection of poems “My poems my soul.” Thank you for reading. Cheers!
The early morning hours Usually, go by slowly. They are taking their time as They know that there is no rush. The streets, the trees, the cars are Motionless through the night. They know that There is nothing to do And there is nowhere to go Until the sun wakes up And the new day begins. Everything begins with dusk And it seems like I am the new person During those early morning hours.
Things happen and things change, And by dawn, it is already another day, It is another me, It is another life. We all live from dusk till dawn, Hoping, thinking, struggling. We all know that nothing’s last forever, We all know that neither dusk nor dawn Will help us stay alive for a while, And neither will make us better people. Surely, they will be here. Long after we’re all gone, Before we turn to dust, There always will be The same old dawn, The same old dusk, And the same dull life For somebody else, But not for us.
It’s in the air It’s in the sky It flies Like the time flies. It is here And there And it is every fucking where.
It’s on the surfaces of life It’s on people’s breath It’s in on the people’s mind It’s fucking everywhere.
You cannot see it, It has no smell Or color, There is no trace or Texture or the end of it. It comes and goes And comes back again Stronger than before.
It grows It spreads It is in our bodies And our antibodies Saying “Fuck it!” It is part of our lives now, It is behind our masks, And it is up in the air, It is just every fucking where And we have to live with it.
It is fall And the leaves are falling. The leaves are falling down from the sky And on the ground, Like everything else is falling down And brakes to fucking pieces. Little fucking pieces of everything, They are scattered all around everywhere. All broken, and rotten, and dry. It is hard to find comfort in the struggle. It is hard to love the madness of life. I knew that life wouldn’t be easy. I knew that once you fall There is a chance to get up. I knew when you stand tall, There is a chance to fall down. The leaves don’t mind to be on the ground, They are getting older and yellow and brown. The leaves don’t mind to be stepped on them, They know that this is the end. The fall is rich and complete with All those colors and leaves and the fresh sky. I watch them all around just laying On the ground As I walk minding my business Into the madness of life.
Inhaling the smoke deep down As the remedy for life, Looking up at the night sky Staring at the night. Drinking the whiskey of piece With ice cubes and freedom Life wasn’t great lately but There are things I can Still enjoy. Another sip, another drag, Another star up in the sky, The life goes by, yours and mine, As the clock is ticking, As the cigarette is burning, As the ice is melting in the whiskey glass. I know that things will be better one day. I know that for sure, but not just now. I hope I can make it through.
There goes another poem Just to show you that there is still Something more to say. There goes another line, Just to show you that We are moving on. We all know that there is the way out, But we don’t know where exactly that is. We don’t know how to get there And we all try very hard to find it. To find that way out.
The morning sun will never lie to you But your mind will, You will lie to yourself Looking for the truth, Looking for comfort. There is more comfort in the lie Then in truth, There is more comfort in rain Then in the blue sky, There are better days somewhere Out there Waiting for us With all the rain and blue skies, and All the poems in the world.
Ghost town, Lost town, It was once beautiful and strong, Now it just exists, so Empty, dark and grey, and All the shades in between, With all the ruins in between, With all of us amongst the ruins. We were once strong, We made the history of now, Then history repaid itself, We’ve become the slaves of our time, Living in the long-forgotten, Ghost town. I knew you in your early days, I knew you in your prime, I wanted to be here forever, But it is time to say goodbye. Until the next babe, I am gone. I’m filled with sadness and relief, I’ve turned the page, I’ve changed my books, I hope you will recover soon, Until then, you’ll be in my dreams. As a once the legendary town, Of our youth, and the good times Of our prime, And the home for oh so many.
Everything will pass, Everything will go away, Someday. Nothing will be the same, Nobody’s still the same. These long and useless days, These short and pointless nights This everything will pass. Everything will become the past, at last. This line above is now the past. This poem also is the past. The dark and the light will pass, The birds, the trees, the grass, The sea, the trees, the smile and tears Will pass. The youth, the health, the passion, The shame, and sorrow, the hangover Will also pass, at last. The future, the present, even the past Will pass. Time will tell, time will heal, time will pass. The struggle, the passion, the good and the bad, It all will pass someday. Nothing is here to stay, Nothing is the same. I am never the same As my life is never the same, As my troubles are never the same. Who gets to leave? Who gets to stay? These questions will remain. Just wait, just wait, my friend, awhile. Look at the sky and smile. I hope the sky will stay. I hope the sky will never go away.
We are marching into the nowhere, Everything is black and white and anything in between. The masks on our faces cover our souls. They cover our minds and intentions.
We all pretend that we care but we don’t. We support the system that failed us. We represent somebody we don’t know. We say things we don’t really mean.
We make heroes out of thieves. We turn thieves into our heroes. The law is something that doesn’t work, Something was written and forgotten A long time ago.
We barricade our future and our minds, We are strong or at least we feel like we are, We demand and we want and we will die for a change, We need to have things differently But we never change ourselves.
The truth does hurt and it hurts a lot, just like love hurts. Our fragile minds are so occupied and so worried That we don’t even think about it. We move forward, we try to persevere, But fail, as the system fails, as the blue sky fails.
With faces angry, moving against the establishments With our fists to the sky and the voices screaming For a change, for freedom, for something. We hope that the change will come And we hope that this march is the last one.
The times are changing Our lives are changing Our usual day-to-day is not What is has been anymore. The thoughts about what can go wrong, When life is so good, they are now in the past. Have changed to thoughts like How will we survive? How we can make sure Do we have enough of everything to carry on? The virus is spreading like the early Spring’s warm breeze And it is blooming at the same time The first flowers on the trees are blooming In the Spring. Death is blooming too. The virus is beautiful just like the blossom It has these little crowns, It is hard to resist, it is everywhere, It takes your breath away, It is impossible to stop. Simple things like enjoying the warm sunny days, Like enjoying the blossom blooming, Like breathing the air become deadly things, Dangerous, contagious.
We are covering our mouths with masks We are covering our hands with gloves, We are covering our souls with greed We are covering our minds in darkness. The strong will survive, The smart will survive, The careful will survive, An idiot will spread it all over And give the virus a life, a chance. We all need a chance, we all need to live We only have one life, and there are no returns, No second chances. With are fridges filled-up, with our pantries filled-up, We sit in our homes, isolated, Away from each other, Hoping for the best future, Hoping it will go away soon. Will go to work, those who still have one, Will resume our vacation plans, Will re-invest our portfolios, Will see another day, But we all will be different people then.
Maybe we’ll learn to appreciate the little things In life, Perhaps we’ll learn to share With one another, Perhaps we’ll learn to survive And to help, Perhaps we’ll learn to be mindful, And to be human again?
Feeling bad, Feeling blue, Feeling sad, Feeling hopeless. When death comes around And Takes someone you know, You are reminded one more time That nobody will be here forever. We are only visiting This world of life, irony, Politics, anger, and frustration Temporarily. Look the truth in the eyes, Look your life in the eyes, Look inside of you, Who are you? What you are here for? Asking these questions again and again, Hoping there will be Another day tomorrow, For me And for you. I hope…
The feelings of sadness and emptiness Are filling myself up as if Running water fills up the cup And runs over the top splashing all over. I was left alone and hopeless with an emptiness in my heart And some random thoughts about nothing. Everything becomes nothing When you become less than zero, When your soul is just another cloud in the sky Blown away and torn apart by the wind, Burned by the sun and shit over by the birds. Everyone has its own destiny And the destiny sure has everyone alright. These games with life are tough, One will never get out of here alive. You can smile death right in the face saying ‘Fuck you’ But guess who will be laughing in the end? This is the fight for life and death as we are all getting closer Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute… Everybody has their own clock to punch out When their time comes.
Bored out of my fucking mind I sit here and wait For the clock To strike the 5 o’clock. I watch the time closely As I breathe meditating.
The clock is the meditation at work That helps me to get through yet another useless day. The time seems not to care To move Fast Enough. I guess I should be happy to have a job. 5 days a week, 8 hours a day From 9 to 5 o’clock… Fuck!
I’ve sold my soul to the devil, I’ve sold myself to the corporation. I’ve become who I was always afraid of becoming. I am one of them, I am part of the system. I am yet another brick in the wall. Working towards my career, steady paycheck, 401K, health insurance, job security, PTO’s, sick days, Corporate holidays, office parties, office meetings While wasting the best years of my life…
Sitting here at work, bored the fuck out of my mind.
At 30 not working full-time anymore, No more jobs, morning commutes, cubicles, Useless conversations in the kitchen during lunch breaks, No more annoying coworkers, no more boss, no more job security.
Lost the passion for life and My path to a professional career. Lost the passion for success in life. Everything is dark and strange everywhere.
Drinking my wine, listening to some old records, The music by the dead people brings back The memories of the life I have never been around for. Trying to write my first novel, composing a book of poetry, Short stories collection, trying to write something, Anything.
I’ve been fired twice this year from my career jobs, My shit’s out of luck, my luck is out of shit. I don’t know if there is any more sense To play the game and feed the system. Fuck the system I say, fuck the office, the job, Security, 401K, the boss, the manager and the rest of it.
I am tired of trying to become somebody I’d hate. I am tired of wasting the best years of my life, my prime time, My prime health for a fucking paycheck and recognition. I am tired to do things that bore me, do dull things that kill me, Things that slowly kill a living soul inside me.
Bukowski wrote “go all the way” and he did, and he made it. I will go all the way and I will try to make it on my own, I’ll live for my dream, living the dream. Living the life of an artist while others enslave themselves Working and slowly dying at these soul-crushing jobs, Trying to build a career, save for the retirement, Put the kids through college, live by a budget, Feed their families, pay off their cars and mortgages.
When will we have the time to live our lives in peace and harmony?
I am sitting here in my room, listening to some old jazz music, Pouring the wine into my glass until full and Waiting for my muse to come…
