MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

her last willing surrender

her last willing surrender

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her delicate hand did lead me awayfrom the setting sun and all its warm gloriestook me to a place of mysteries she silenced my velvet tongue with her ..
she dreams

she dreams

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she gathered up the fragile flowerscarried them softly as a childin the stillness of late summer airwith a gentle song rolling slowly through her hear..
grace of the sullen eye

grace of the sullen eye

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a cold ribbon of thoughtits blackheart birth on the lipsof a madman whos eyes follow the truthwith skyrocket perfectiontell me about this dark thought..
unforgiven agent

unforgiven agent

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


forgivenessthe empires silk wraps the parchmentblue and gold ribbon of such regal devicebut this neat folded appareltangles in my mind with fog of mem..
got a ruckus to make

got a ruckus to make

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


im walking alonghardly breathin cause it might disturbim steppin in the shadows of great menwith one eye on the popularity of what im sayinbut i dont ..
my love my love

my love my love

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


iv written a thousand love letters to you with my fingers on your bare skinwritten a thousand love poems to you with my lips caressing an epic love st..
a stlyin' prince like me

a stlyin' prince like me

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


looking good in my leisure suitlike i should be sipping martini's in some classy barlike i should be flyin first classlooking like i got the cash to g..
quick brown bunny

quick brown bunny

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


stepped from the brilliant sunlightto the apple tree shadethere on flagstones we sat curled upby the falling leaves that came down like snowand watche..
internet wingnuts

internet wingnuts

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


internet wingnuts... nah nah nah whatcha thinkin? whatcha thinkin....you spelled it wrong whatcha thinkin...you didnt capitalize are you satan's spaw..
cherished innocence

cherished innocence

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a romantic beauty to the way she lookeda sweet cherished innocence to her and i was moved in ways that changed mei was a different man in her delicate..