Jack Allsopp Final Poem’s

“Feasting on the Grapes”

 

Everyone has a pivotal moment

That defines who you were

Allowing you to find

What you must become

 

I left comfort

Feeling my way through the risks

To find a new life

The first real breath of air

That my lungs never knew existed

With open road

Like a path to find

Who this shell was

Meant to be filled with

 

Happiness is what I’ve always desired

But I let myself fall deeper

Scraping at the dirt

Only finding the scraps

Blinding myself from potential

Trying to make due

Without the tools to succeed

 

Lessons learned along the way

More relevant than any before

Impacting everything

In my path

I feast on the new opportunity

Reaching for the grapes on the vine

Not asking if I should

But rather taking what is mine

I find they are fresh

The juices drip

From my hungry mouth

Fueling flesh and mind

 

Now I’m rising

Adapting to the refined taste

Allowing the nectar

Of determination

To guide me

I look past reason

To find ambition

I set a course

Unaware of my restraints,

Now I know my weakness

Using it to fuel my strength

Knowing I have much to grasp.

 

 

 

 

“The Key You Gave Yourself”

 

If you have ever been through a heartbreak

Punches in the stomach don’t seem so bad

Next to the dread and the helplessness

That plague your heart

 

Bruises on your mind fade

Until they return as scars

When similar feelings arise from the ashes

Tempting you to fall back into arms of another

The arms become a mirage

 

You fall through smoke and turmoil

Only to find yourself again

And realize the best qualities

Of your life have been here

Waiting to be unlocked

With the key you gave yourself

Long ago

 

 

 

 

“The Voice Of Death”

 

Words in a language I don’t understand

Their tone slices like a knife digging into my skull

My knees make contact with the ground, treated like a dog

They do not see me as human

I am another monster brought to the slaughter

Never to stand again

Never to see an end to the carnage

No honor

No respect

Just the feeling of a cold muzzle to my head

Taking my last breaths

I do not hear the voice of my mother

I do not hear the voice of my father

I have failed them

The voice of death is disguised as a white man

With no remorse or sympathy

Peace was foreign to his eyes

The trigger is pulled, and the bullet penetrates my thoughts

Spilling my brains on the ground

In that instant, lips breathed a gasp

To my surprise

They weren’t mine

 

 

“Fresh Air” 

 

Inhale,

Deep and heavy

My lungs replenished

With nature

 

The musk of pines

Seeps into fabric

Carrying its grace

Giving strength

 

Freedom of open skies

Gives my heart clearity

To see

The path ahead

 

The rush of water

Serenading my joy

With soft yet

Unmistakable sound

 

Reach into the clear

When patience is

Rewarded with

A hidden world

 

Worry free

As the wild

Is binded within me,

Exhale

 

 

 

 

“For the x’s”

 

For most, the x’s are the unspeakables

The undesirables and the mistakes

Past decisions that didn’t work out

Which has vitality to it

But each was here for a reason

That left me with a lesson

So this is for the X’s

 

The first showed me love

And taught me heartbreak

But through the pain was revealed

To be the most important

And will always be

Forever a living reminder.

 

The second taught me

To slow down and be sure

That my actions have consequences

And that pain to can lead to rash decisions

But that choosing what makes you happy

Is always the most important.

 

The third taught me

What love isn’t,

Why love can sometimes be an illusion

That we tell ourselves makes us happy

So we can forget how to be lonely

 

 

The lessons didn’t reveal themselves

Till much after each chapter

Letting the emotions settle

And my mind becoming stable

Only then I realized love is beautiful;

Opening your heart completely

In a storm of temptation and lust

Only to find what little gestures

Matter so much,

A smile on a walk

Holding hands on the beach

Playing with his hair

A hand on her thigh

Drive Safe

Let me know when your home

Did you eat?

Are you warm?

Are you ok?

How can I help?

 

After I realized what love was

The fourth I am thankful for

Truly a remarkable person

I made me realize some people aren’t meant to be

Even with finding no faults within them.

 

All are human beings

With lives full of highs and lows

To each, I am on that list

With my own lesson I left behind

Hoping the memories didn’t go to waste

That we created together

 

 

 

 

“Kayak Trips”

 

Rushing water

A familiar sound

Ears full of delight

Awaiting serenity

 

Green pines

Stretch along the bank

A cloudless sky

Showing the way

 

The flow

Powerful and pristine

Pushing and pulling

Creating a perilous journey

 

Icy water

The fuel for adrenaline

Keeping the wild

Inside the passion

 

Pure joy

Created by adventure

In the beauty of nature

Fresh air feeding the soul

 

Freedom

Unstoppable and indestructible

An open canvas

The river creates

 

An open flame

After a days paddle

Warming hearts

And bellies

 

Look up

See the stars

And dream

Of doing it all again.