tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190120572012-01-08T23:18:19.481-05:00Just my "real" writing....More poetry, prose, contemplations and the like. No rants. No raving. Just from my heart, my soul......This blog is more for the "softer" side of Me. The heart and the ticking of the gray matter. And sometimes, my soul. I write what I feel, yet this doesn't mean I am always sad. These are just reflections of moments. My moments. All writings here in are copyright protectedJod{i}noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-6457950173829380652011-10-02T12:11:00.000-04:002011-10-02T12:12:12.698-04:00

Can I have your heartwithin my hands.to feel again, to caress, to devourjustonemoretime.

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Shoulda........turned around.Woulda........said I loved you.Coulda.....gone to infinity.

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Mirror Mirroron the wallWho do you see?What shall I be?A queen?A vamp?A genie in a lamp?May be a princessa woman with morenot less?Mirror Mirroron the wallWhy must you stall?Reflect back to meall the wishesthat be.

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Mirror Mirror on the wallWhere the hell are you?I don't know YOU, at all.Dearest, fairest, where did you go?I seek, I search, Hell if I know.Blasted reflection is new to me,"knock, knock" Hello? HeyLook, LOOK can't you see?Mirror Mirror why have you failed?Oh my dear child, the ship hath sailed.

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Mirror Mirror on the wallWhat the hell have you done with it all?The timeThe beautyThe neverendingFairy tale?Was it true?Did you lie?Has is all just gone by?Mirror Mirror on the wallNothing has changedShe still stands thereMocking meSneeringglaringWhere does she hide?Why does she go?Is it me?You?Mirror Mirror on the wallwhere has it gonewhy did it go?~jodi

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One child came to me, and asked if I knew.I knew?Her sweet little face, widened with the most precious smile.Yes, if I knew.I replied I was confused, to her dismay.And she went on to tell me, what she knew.Of laughter in the most inopportune places.Of soft giggles under the sheet, with only a lantern to illuminate her glee.Of running endlessly for days, she said, within the fields outside her

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Inject in me the bitterness,Finding that sweet salvation.Letting my veins explode in bliss,As they burn.Enamored in the momentOnly to find contemptWrapped up in a prettybowdisguised as redemption.SickeningSweetWordsAllEverythingAnd blather.DroningonandYou know so well.There is noTrue escapeNo truthNo liesOnly what weseehearand taste,Lost withinthe perception of,Lost withinand thebleedsosoever

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what words hovered and amassed. Here, right here. See them? No? what words took one in, grasped at your insides, making every solid effort,to chokethe very breaththe very lifethat pulsing being withinout.what words hide, over there, see them? No? Look closer, No closer. Go, it wont hurt.I make no promises, but it wont I assure.Go hear what what was uttered in the land of long longand long once

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Hues blackened over time, it permeates all thought. Washing out the brightest star. For hunger blackens it all.Paled from birth turned yellowed over years.Wisdom, they say, comes withtime.And with the wisdom, comes the huedullmoments of pure ragethe color of hunger, bloodwaitingsalivatingan ambush of tearsintensity as it feeds, red spills outdrools down the crease of the chin and mouthfevered at

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Torn and tattered left out in the rainshriveled beyond recognitionaged quick and with such hasteyears eludeddevoured the sameall within a scopeof one existenceleft out on the stooplike a discarded petbruised batterednot beaten.marks left upon ones soulno one else ever had to seemarks leftmarred skinred swollenblood drippedspattered walls,paper and sheets.tattered insidesomewhereyoucould never

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dark mood. dark and stank. trial and tribulations. dark pounding song. images fill the song. feared and embraced.and pushing away, pulling back. dark mood. ugly for all to see. to love. to want.but one.sharing the glee of muck, of mire and plain old dust.breathing it in, sucking in whole.hacking breathgasping breathexcitedpleading for morewhat sick minds share a mooda sensedelving in a possession

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what manpeaks in my soul?What man dreamsof flaxen hair dancing uponhis thoughtshis skinwhat man feels the pulseof every single word?engaging in a fantasysurrealrobustis it followed bysongof beautyor toiled indark melodicscreamsfilled with a ragethrustingintothe very dreamthe very onewhat man chokesencompasses engulfsengorging ingesting inwhat man pushes it downand steps backpeaking in

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The morning sun peers through the shades. Casting shadow upon the walls, our bed. Creating lines, as if pencil drawn across your handsome thighs.Tempting my eyes to follow them.Your sleep is steady. Your chest rises and falls, a peaceful slumber.And you are so desirable, in your quiet.My face just inches from yours, afraid to wake you. Wanting to tell you all my darkest secrets. All my fears.I

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Prompt # 90 The evening wore on and endless numbers were crunched. Finally she hit the enter key. Her report was complete. Looking up a the clock, 1am.She could only filter a sigh.Tired and hungry she pondered the thought of stopping at Harvey's Wee Morning Cafe for Dinner and breakfast.The report finished printing, she grabbed the stack of papers, through them

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Prompt #162 In a land so far away a little lass did wander. She walk alone. She walked forward. Forever headed towards, the horizon.Falling inbetween the raindrops. Eye lashes covered in muck. Pulling herself up once again, to fall somewhere else.Wandering.Wondering.Wanting.To be lost in a culture of solitude. TO keep it all for herself. Selfishness, some may

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Prompt #170 A galaxy of LongingA three minute freewrite:Looking out upon the darkened sky...into the twinkling of the stars. I wonder,Wonder ifby some chanceYou stare out into the sameTHe same darknessTHe same lit heavenInto the galaxy of longing.Where wishes came to die.Hearts were never mended...And dried upon the tablecrumbling off to dust.Staring off into

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hidingfrom the wordsthey chase me down anddemand the timeone i can no longerafford.wordsmy nightmaresmy dreamsillicit insanitycalling my ownreaching inexhausting all that breathesheavesspilling outhas been theonethat gave mepeaceserenitywrapped up and handed outlike nickels to paupersno longer is this love affairof worthbroken dreamsbroken heartsno smashed crushedno longer to view it as

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the beauty no longer persistsnot within my mindescapedrevelryelsewhereno wordsto utterto jotempty solacegiven emptypromisesthere is noneno moreand for this i weeptimehas cometo let it runbe freefrom the trappingsthat once i heldfirmlywithin my very palmi let you go nowflyfly free

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For the dusty road has finally no more length to trod....So I have come to the part in this journey where the road no longer forks off, or even runs in a steep hill....It has come to a stop.End of the road.Done.Not that I am not writing any more. Not that I am never ever going to....I just dont think here.No one comes by, no one comments...and well...it isnt kicking it for me.And it should.Yes I

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I wrote to you today, a letter sentdid you get itUnsure of how it truly workshere in this worldof unknown.I missed you todayherethe days are longthey are bright and sunnyif that it wasyou dreamIt's not the same herealmost feel lostBut not alone. Remember we would talk, about what it would be like?It is almost dream like, waking up everyday, wondering if I am truly awake, or lost in some

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listinglistinglistingyou lean so farfadedburnt and tornwhat was and is areas EA saidnevermore.Hailhailno one is all hereleftwastingblackened heartpulseexhausted anddeadWarped perceptionsinduced hazemake you leantoo farlisting listingtoo long to reachfingertips toucha grindarkened heartin awefallingfallingfallingyouarenevernevernevermore.

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There was once a little girl, not a princess, nor a pauper, just a little girl. Who had lived in a realm, deep within the kingdom. A place described as dreamland. Bordering Nightmareland. The line between the two blurred at times. Yet this is her residence, where her comfort is full.The body , the form in which she existed, for the outside world, was just to function within. Within their

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“Her eyes welled up beside the fountain, and she sighed from the depths of her heart. ‘Jesus,’ she said, ‘King of the world, because of You my grief increases, I am undone by your humiliation, for the best men of this whole world are going off to serve you’, ..Nothing matters now, for he has gone so far away.’” (

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Of that elusive notion- I am writing a book...this ins ONLY an unedited excerpt: That day is one on a list of many seared into my brain. A memory I will carry with me to the day I die.The office was in its usual state of chaos. Meeting in every conference room. THe last five years had been finacially unstable. I had to crawl out of my little hole I had dug in, and get a job. A real job. THe

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"You have been the first among my joys and you shall be the last, so long as there is life in me." Verse sung by Bernart de Ventadour, a famous troubadour said to be in love with Eleanor. "The many bends along the highroad of my life conceal the vistas between this fleeting moment of

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quiet eyesrest on quiet liesseeking fortitude andserene conquests.amongst ruinsmine or yourscaverns runrun deepover mountains made ofhillssilent smalltiny little hillsexploding outdrizzling the scapequiet eyesrestwithin quiet lies

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The lightthat lightthe onewe wait for.is dim.why so dim?Is yours trulythat much moreilluminatedthat mine?the brightness from hereburnsand then at timessparklesall the wayto here.is your fortitudejust that muchstrongeram ijust thatweak?is my vision skewedblurredwith photographstransparencies of time.blocking my own viewyet able to see beyondwith an ability to feelthe heatof your lightyour

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would you leave me down the path, the path of self righteousness or evil? Would you hinder me from running into the fire or lead mewhere I may follow to where the sun beams on skin, hot. Where the gaze of the iris tells allleaving the moment gracedIs it possibleto leave all thought, in one quiet little place. Where one only heed one.Would it all be a diversion, to elude the truth. Would this

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who kids wholooking in the reflectionthere is nonethere will be nonei write to no onefor no onelost in the escape andjust wanting to saynevermind.no fortitudenoneand it all sitswaitingand it becomesa thornstickingdeep withina never ending fantasynot realnever will becoming to this and moving onforwardto leave it alljust where it should beshall bemy words have no great impacton anyonebut mefor

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You peered into mybeing.You wrote it for all to see.Paced acrossmy visionand yet you have no face.Yet you stoodright there...Rightthere.scribbles on paperstolen from my mindhave i truly becometransparent?that the essence of whatof whojust oozes outonto yourpaper?that you have this uncannystrange ability to reach inand pull the stringstying them in knotsalmost feelingthe suffocationwhilst

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Your pen and ink, draw me in. Encircling me.Words, twirl, swirl. Your words.Engulfing my very being. As if in my mind.Probing. Seeking. Sifting.Stealing.Black and white.Smooth. Easy.Candyto the eyes.Your pen and ink. Robbing my heart.taking pieces.Displayed for all to read.InvadingblurringThe spaceMy words. My thoughts.Your pen and ink. PEACE

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softsoftlynotes playedlingering over my soul.lightly dancing on my heartever sogently filling my soulthe notes play overand then once morea slight tinklingon the edge, leaving meyearning for morrowengulfed in thewhispers of the keysengorged in the echo of thesilencethe sorrowsoftly you playplayplay

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Quiet...No wordsto utternone to bejust floating outin a landI wishnot to be.Oh, the thoughtsbuzzthey twist and theyturnfull onslamming hardand yet my heart bears no penmy swordlies beside meUnable to liftunable tojustflood forthand fill that spacefor others dawdlemull aboutevil meanderingsa place i wish notto be.no wordsno whispersin a place that only echoes.

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Imagine taking a swallow of hot cocoa, just barely below the scalding point; the way it feels, first stinging the mouth, then sinking into you, deep behind your breastbone and descending.

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A three minute freewrite:Looking out upon the darkened sky...into the twinkling of the stars. I wonder,Wonder ifby some chanceYou stare out into the sameThe same darknessThe same lit heavenInto the galaxy of longing.Where wishes came to die.Hearts were never mended...And dried upon the tablecrumbling off to dust.Staring off into the abyssLos tin the color of eyesLookingGlaring downA chill loops

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THe snow drifts down, slowly. Grazing my nose, my skin. Quick melt on the only warm part of my being.So poeticSo dull.Why are the steps so wide? Takes two to climb, to enter. So large, could almost pass for foreboding. My senses are quick.Or is that stubborn.So quiet.Eerily and yet a sickening comfort found in the silence.Why did I come here?Of all places.To tell my woes?To speak out loud and

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Ache insidethat achefrom the depthsof a beingdeepdeepinside.all the boneswith every movementwish to restto ceaseand yet move along.stretchesof vastwasted landdusty roads lay outexpanse as far and as wide.achesthat ache insideclawing withinscreaming to goto be let go(my son's version with this picture Sanctuary)

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When does this end?This spinning..When does it all just go away.make it go away.From back and forth and left to right.No more words can one utter,and even sodoes it all matter?Positive this, and positive thatThe bullshitdug deeper.Crumbledslumpedlike shit upon the barnfloor.Nothing of importanceand it all is important.Every minute of everydayleft to rightno its right to leftWhen does it stopwhy

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LinesWith words,hereand thereand whereI feelthey should.Within the linesof wordsis a lifefilled with sorrowgleelust and comfort.Within the forty twois the lifeof a girlwith flaxen haira toothless grin, a needto love and to be.There resides, between the linesthat girl grown to be a woman.Filled with photographspresent and past.Embraced with laughterComforted with songAnd blissful hot eves.Dotted

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Whatever lies within. Whatever rises above. It is all one's perception. One's idea, based on their years.One's value is different from another. And all that is deep, and hidden...can staycan tormentcan burst forthinto ruins.Anguish and pain.Buried within the city ofthe mind.Dwellingseven out in the horizonFavors greener fieldsThe gray could almost pass for silver...And yet it is just

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The Color of Hunger...Hues blackened over time, it permeates all thought. Washing out the brightest star. For hunger blackens it all.Paled from birth turned yellowed over years.Wisdom, they say, comes withtime.And with the wisdom, comes the huedullmoments of pure ragethe color of hunger, bloodwaitingsalivatingan ambush of tearsintensity as it feeds, red spills outdrools down the crease of the

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let the morning exhale into darkness. let me feel what i desire. for all that comes,will go. let me walk amongst th e ruins, to dust off that path one walks. For we all have been herebefore.as soon as the moon ascends and we gaze off to wonder, let the skin tremble and the dogs howl,for they cheer us on. Escaping into morning, let me witness a blissa tiding of such.let it all just unfold, before

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Feel me closer, I just wanted to whisperWanted to say all thosewords, the words that you hear in the midof the night.Lost within your dreams, full of vibrant color. I want to bethat color. Lost inside, whirling about.I want to be closer, no even more. I want to engulf youabsorb you, suck you in.Feel me closer, more, nomore.I only wanted to feel your breathupon my neck. Your skin againstmine. The

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The morning drive, uneventful outwardly. Yet internally thriving. Thoughts bounce one to another, nothing specific, nothing of utmost importance.Just the drive.The usual.People rushing to go absolutely nowhere and doing so a mach 7. School buses flood the major roads, repetetive mutterings, "Shouldv'e gone the other way"...Red lights, green.No fasincating attention to detail, only to know when to

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My thoughts meander to and from. From the darkness and then into light. There are no true answers for the questions seem forever and ever endless. I seek to make it all appear to be whole. When inside the world could crumble. And the sad part is no one would hear the rumble.I ponder, to find just the right equation. To answer my every need, my every whim. To enjoy the life I have been given.There

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Lookofforoptonbooksoforbsorbooksofcorntornforlornbornlookohlookbooks booksso hook orofcrookOh look look!Book.

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The long thin bladeDouble edgeda finger slidesup and thendownno painno grimacea continuation of actionsplotches of redslowmethodicaluntil it poolsupon the floor.weilding the swordcauses more painand yet like an addictionfevereda continuation of action.The madness seeps inas the entity creeps along the floorthe fingerthe blooddoubled edgeda continuation.

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I am dying, everydayreaching into the pits of hellswimming breathlesslyto the top.Hold your breathHold your breathGaspingAs I surfacewithin my palma bloody heartUndulatinggasping.Spilling over.Blood curdlingScreamsgut wrenchingheavingbittertasteoozingof hateand desperationof separationNo forwardNo backwardstuck. **A note: Jus so ya know, I had written this back in early '05. It is in my Book

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-13737837016799390612007-11-26T11:08:00.001-05:002007-11-26T11:08:29.631-05:00

A storm cometh.Where and when lends to the hand that taketh all away. I feel the raw undulating distant roar.A storm cometh and I have no answers. I have no questions. I have no desire.A feeling of impending doom. Something has gone awry.And there is no image to wrap myself up. Nothing to comfort.Appease.There is no creativity to immerse...no submerge and drown in.Wanting to sprint head on, jump

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"All things change, yet nothing is extinguished … there is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onwards, and all things are brought into being with a changing nature. The ages themselves glide by in constant movement … for still waters will never reach the sea." - Ovid, Roman Poet 43 B.C.E. - A.D.E. 27

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DwellsIt dwells withinIn every momentevery glanceJust thereright thereDo you not see it?How could you not,it's thereright there.Eyes as clear as dayblood redseeping intomy very beingeatinggnawingfeel the bonesgratinghow can you not?Its thereright there.*I will splain, I never write a piece over days or hours...it just comes. This part just came, and where it will go? I am unsure, but it doesnt

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-14988124882096828752007-11-21T08:11:00.000-05:002007-11-21T10:11:31.488-05:00

Although I have sought to see what life shall ever bring me. There has been no here or now.It is what it is, forget that. The one who hath spoken,speak only of them. For them. Their knowledge is theirs. The one that they own. Nor shall they ask, inquire or request that you shall partake in their quest. Ye shall, only seek. From what comes within of thee own heart. You shall hold and covet and

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-3294585635631204802007-11-21T07:56:00.000-05:002007-11-21T07:58:29.134-05:00

I sat hereRight herewanting to write.The words comeand they go.Flitting inunable to remove.I want to say so muchTo stand and screamFor all to hearYet no oneNo one will.The craving comesdeep from with ingnawinga cause to clutchThe words hold onStickingraw.I sit hereWanting to write

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-50994416786752673912007-11-15T19:29:00.000-05:002007-11-15T19:31:40.975-05:00

Why must you torment me so? Taunting me.Hiding about in corners. A shadow cast upon the wall, reaching out to feel your very essence. You are gone.Gone from my mind.Why must you flaunt yourself with such a decadence? Leaving me all but breathless. Desires. Yearning.To the brink of devastation. Why must you so?Do I not nurture?Do I not please you?If only you would stop, stop the dancing upon the

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-72197102454743617032007-11-15T11:03:00.000-05:002007-11-15T19:06:20.641-05:00

Stand out on the ridgeAnd look beyondthe scope of what you seelook intothat very depthin which you run.Never look backfor the view is ugly.The horizon stands before youthe hueblurredstand out before itand run.Run with itNot before, not after.Just run.With.There is no away. One can not escape.It is here, right herePlantedfirm.Stand out on the ridgeand scream it loudFill your lungs...and let it

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-90215559478662071862007-11-14T20:10:00.000-05:002007-11-25T16:58:37.418-05:00

"Where was I?", her voice lingered in the air...speaking to no one. Unless she counted the reflection.Her constant reflection...revealingcareful considerationsfleetingbut for a moment in time ...Her eyes burned backfor this moment nowExposed and tormented in her selfish desire TornWanting, no yearningto turn backIf just for this momentTo look into those eyes Searching the depths of his soul

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-53476080093369341242007-11-11T09:41:00.000-05:002007-11-11T09:45:08.270-05:00

A questioned posed:"What are you?"A question answered:"Excuse me? What I am is factual... a person made up of many different parts. THe what of what I am, exists within a statistic. A subjective view."A questioned reworded, and posed again:"Who are you?"A question answered:I am an enigma.I am what I am and I make no excuses.I am the heart that has no boundaries, that seethes and pulsatesboiling

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If I were to sitAs far back as I could,No one would see me.If I would let the darknesssuck me inNo one would see me.Behind a boxor two.Hidden within a wall,my wall.Deep in the crevice of insecurity,Overflowing with doubtNo one would see me,they'd chooseto look away.Away from the ugliness.Away from the truth.I would hide awayFar awayOut on the plainof sensibilityOff the beaten pathNo one would see

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-90272071287408624062007-11-09T14:34:00.001-05:002007-11-09T14:40:42.465-05:00

A wishful lullin speech of a few.Your silence burieddeep withincuttingsplinteredand wiltedyour words dripsliding off the page.In all of your silence.Gratificationdelayed none.whisperedbellowedundulating intothe very being lost in your words.One's lullanother yearningan escapecloudedpreenedto beall prettyand neat.Whisper.Come onwhisper.

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Warm rain. Trickles down, feeling the water as it slides on my head, through paths of hair. A slight drip down over the brow.Warmth. Rain.Sullen. Yet no sorrow. Wrapped in the moment of feeling.The air.The Colors.Green is a new green, changing. Purple, not brighter but deeper.A feeling ofPure serenity, as if part of my essence just drifted off and left the material behind.Thoughts whir, spin

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-47508779510277609922007-11-08T11:53:00.000-05:002007-11-08T11:56:16.764-05:00

With one twist of a word...just one is all it took to spin, wildly out of control. Hanging on by a thread...lying to oneself, that its okay. I am.....I am okay.What?I am.The life of one who sits and dwells. Chats with oneself, all inside the noggin....and no one gets it. No one understands. The 'reasons", they imagine, they feel can justify.Its all about attention.It must have been something in

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-82165261920877511072007-11-05T18:59:00.000-05:002007-11-15T19:03:43.740-05:00

Que vous apporte ici, mon enfant ?Queest-ce que je peux probablement vous dire ?Des merveilles ?De la paix ? Est-ce que où de moi veux être ? Pourquoi jetez-vous un coup d'oeil à l'intérieur ?Y a-t-il cette un une raison a-t-il intrigué un penchant voulant plus ?Qu'est-ce vous se reposent-il sur ma robe ?Parmi les fleurs dans ce domaine ? Y a il de la sagesse que je devrais donner... Ou vous pour

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-57732907557054358342007-10-14T09:32:00.002-04:002007-10-14T09:34:38.469-04:00

From the covers my eyes do peep.The strain of light mixed with dark.My body irked at the notion.Of movement beyond the comfort.A grumble and a snarky growl...The morning dew does not drip.Does not glistenOozes along the blades of grass.The matter of which inhabits this skullTormented and sore.No waking for the wickedNo joy for the blissful.None.The Cheery salutation of "Good Morn"Scorches, like

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-64730642357738291622007-10-14T09:32:00.001-04:002007-10-14T09:32:37.872-04:00

Lost within the abyss. Looking for a center. Seeking in corners and crevices, locked behind these walls.Brick and mortar, lost, lost.Words.Engulf.Encompass.Sear.Seethe, heaveand soothe.Remembering them, the bitter more than the sweet. They stay. Inked within membranes. Tattoos earned, burned to stay, never washing away. As much as we try, it sticks. It eats. Gnaws, chews and spits one out.And

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-55093179158370303462007-10-06T11:40:00.001-04:002007-10-06T11:41:53.520-04:00

One sits,in the pitOf another'sguttural scream.The essence of a realityone's painanother's joy.In caves wedwellOn and onto find that onewordIn whichwouldmakeall othersincomparableand understood

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-50915464054038815272007-08-14T19:18:00.000-04:002007-11-01T13:10:52.873-04:00

Tis’ the endThis is the end,Of what,Some may ask,Explaining my soul,Throughout this work,Will answer all,All but one.The Opal moon,Was present that night,And the clouds were absent,And their places were taken,By a bleak emptiness,A void and realm all its own,Holding secrets,That no one could comprehend,Telling tales no one can understand.Whilst gazing into the,Terrestrial beginning,My mind,

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-26505399122695590452007-07-20T11:21:00.000-04:002007-07-20T11:33:02.803-04:00

ComeCome play with meOut hereon the edge.ComeDance with meAnd I will grace youwith divine glee.Let me ripple upon your soul.Let me feel you insideDancing within my thoughts.ComeCome play with meLet me feel youTaste youInside your mindLet me tip toeWithin those darkest regionsExpose all that you wantand more what you don't.ComeCome play with me.

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-44282258184630957412007-07-15T08:59:00.001-04:002008-10-16T09:46:55.193-04:00

Strolling the corridors, she wipes her face, blowing the cobwebs stuck to her skin. The room dark.The air filled with the damp smell of mold. Surveying the room.In stillness. Boxes strewn about. Stacked high in one corner. Tilted and tossed in another. Contents spill forth. Pictures, trinkets and toys.The alcove, dimly lit by the light seeping through the cracks of the shutters. Dust glitters,

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-29053729014805885592007-07-13T12:10:00.001-04:002007-07-13T12:13:31.694-04:00

You tease and taunt with your words. Grasping ahold of the very being that dwells inside. Shattered, by your words and sucked back in, soothed, appeased.Manipulated.Your prose hangs above me. Tantalizing. Drawing me out.WantingNeedingAnd running away.Your words evoke such a presence. As if You were standing.No hovering.Right here.It is not the color of your eyes.Or the tempered tone of your

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-79039523679332488692007-07-09T09:35:00.000-04:002007-07-09T09:38:40.084-04:00

Dreams lost in this world of wonder. Nowhere to run and hiding fruitless. Caught within my own. My own thoughts. Relive,Redo, reinvent.Over and Over. No words can speak the truth that lies within. For I only hold one key. One. Dreams hidden behind doors. Doors with no key. And here I stand holding one. And no door to choose.Where does the hall lead? And where does this turn tak eme?Back to dreams

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-69776072369200520892007-06-09T14:50:00.000-04:002007-11-21T09:49:19.579-05:00

As the winds wash over megracefullyCleansingAscension is mineAs the beauty below meShall not compareTo the beauty that awaitsMy tears of leavingWill shower upon youAs I leave youThe warmth of theirWetnessShall seep into your skinand there I'll be.My spirit shall soarAnd shine with the Sun.SomberWith the MoonAs I tuck youSnugFor sleep shall be yours.I do not leave from wantingI do not leave with

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-43076830647769148442007-05-31T06:33:00.001-04:002007-05-31T06:33:25.611-04:00

“I'm sorry”,But that doesn't seem enough,“I love you”,But that isn't caring enough.These words have no meaning,They just have a definition,No emotion,If only you could seeMy tears,And hear the sorrow in my voice.“I'm sorry”Means nothingWhen I speak in your grace,Because the words just dieAnd bleed their nothingnessOnto this page.I am disgracingYouBy writing with theseMeaning less Fragments of

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If I could whisper in your earAnd tell youhow grand the day appearshow a sense of sorrowhas filled with tears.If I could just tell youOf all the wondersyou were yet to seeand how heavythe air truly istoday.If I could whisper of all the goodYou broughtInto so many livesWith just you being thereThat smileThose gigglesAnd eyes full of questionsIf could remove the dayto give you backAll which you had

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-17575354290106431902007-03-31T08:45:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:47:06.745-04:00

Philosophicalinterjection,no completion and a harboringnot of sorrow, yettruedisdain.Awful mumblingsTossed about-Slammed in the skullOnce again pushed asideFor another day.

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-63794040041352957032007-03-31T08:44:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:59:36.111-04:00

Pieces of me lostalong the way. Dropped.Taken. Utterly forgotten.UsedAbusedStompedand dismissed.Laying about the dirtFor the hope of one day,to berescued.

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-89572054660180541762007-03-31T08:43:00.000-04:002007-03-31T08:44:39.043-04:00

The stillness of a life remains,even as the world tumbles about.The stillness of the mind remains, even as the life tumbles.PeaceJo

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Can you hear me whisperin your dreams?Do you driftoff to another space?A time of suspensionwith colorsvibrantetched not inyour mindbut your soul.Revisitedonly whenyour eyes are closedCan you feel my breatheon your skin,As you slumber?To a far away lifeescaping the fearsfilling the voidCan you feel my heartrapidly beatingpounding on yours?As you toss in your sheets?Can you hear me whisperin your

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1157312145740181472006-09-03T15:34:00.000-04:002006-09-03T15:35:45.763-04:00

Beautiful one, Who dances round my mind, Like a melodic fairytale, That draws me nigh. Beautiful one, Who brings me to tears. As I gaze upon you from the distant hills, You shine so brightly That I’m blinded. Beautiful one, You are the one I draw my joy from. Beautiful one, Embrace me with loving arms, Inviting smile, and kind words. Beautiful one, Drifting through my world, I reach

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1156508169392763492006-08-25T08:15:00.000-04:002007-11-21T09:55:01.918-05:00

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1152209367621924222006-07-06T14:09:00.000-04:002006-07-09T08:41:23.950-04:00

II am a tale,A tale of which no horror,Could tell.The horrors of man haunt my mind,As my life passes through the times.HEHe is a tale of pain,A tale of which no one could perceive.Tortured by those,He once loved,As his life passes through the times.SHEShe is a tale of love,A tale of love which all are envious of.She is loved by all,As her life passes through the times.THEYThey are a tale of

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1150418321997460012006-06-15T20:36:00.000-04:002006-06-15T20:49:06.333-04:00

Time moved a little to fast to catch,Life slipped through the cracks,A tragedy,So grim,So dark,No light could brighten the way,As the abyss of deathCrept around your soul,You felt the could breathDown your neck.He has come,Come to collect you,Your hourglass had run to low,Now it runs no more,The sands are unforgiving,You ran to slow,To slow to catch life.Now all the livesIs a memory,Of you,Of

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1145800961444143892006-04-23T09:51:00.000-04:002006-04-23T10:05:09.956-04:00

Today I am welcoming a guest Poet to my space here. Not that I have a lack of words, just nothing I want to post at this very moment.The "Guest Poet" is a bit nervous of his words being posted, I assured him that others would be kind.RIGHT!? hee hee...Enjoy! Read through to the end please, you will see why.View me As a red rose In a field of daisies Hold me Ever so tightly Don’t let me drift

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132416644469961382005-08-26T11:10:00.000-04:002005-11-19T11:10:44.470-05:00

IinstillI winIsitIflitIsinIfightifrightIquitI

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132416604242746842005-08-26T11:09:00.000-04:002005-11-19T11:10:04.246-05:00

The EveEverseeks the treesfree me, endless eyesgreet meSeemehereHereyes"her"MeHelpmesleepTerseweekendsherehelpmepenmeherequeermefeelmehelpmeyesseeme hee hee

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132416521479214642005-08-26T11:07:00.000-04:002005-11-19T11:09:14.926-05:00

A lad layAlas, as an arcA lad sayAlas, a sparkA lad playsAlas, at a parkA lad's dayAlas, as darkfalls.

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132410835789227512005-05-15T09:33:00.001-04:002008-10-16T09:45:50.974-04:00

Strolling the corridors, she wipes her face, blowing the cobwebs stuck to her skin. The room dark. The air filled with the damp smell of mold.Surveying the room. In stillness. Boxes strewn about. Stacked high in one corner. Tilted and tossed in another. Contents spill forth. Pictures, trinkets and toys.The alcove, dimly lit by the light seeping through the cracks of the shutters. Dust glitters,

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132410133784871362005-04-26T09:21:00.000-04:002007-11-23T10:42:36.431-05:00

drowning within the reflection poolsurging of deceitthe treachery of the mindplaying games upon my thoughtsSeething at the tips of my very beinggasping for airswallowingthe murky messSuffocating my dreamsblackening my heart.Foraging for forgivenessSinfulyet full of pridefeels blissfulso rightSo wrongdrowning in my ownreflections.

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132409564524403192005-04-14T09:12:00.000-04:002005-11-19T09:12:44.526-05:00

"The grass is always greener on the other side....It's time I cultivate my own grass"

Jod{i}noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19012057.post-1132405836213663342004-11-04T08:10:00.000-05:002007-11-23T10:18:56.806-05:00

I can not atone for every mistake I have made,For every harsh word I have utteredThe words are there, they are out thereForever to linger in one's mindI can not apologizeFor to say those wordsI must have felt themI do not regretI put myself out thereI was only expressing what I was thinkingIt does not need forgivenessI make no excusesNo reasoning as to the whyI just didFeeding into impulsedesires

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