tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36393372012-01-17T16:28:22.989-07:00inkmy life, my words, my poetry.Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.comBlogger1841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-22769876989335638802007-11-02T04:58:00.000-07:002007-11-02T05:05:32.635-07:00InkIt is ink that I write with,The pages are printed inAnd is tattooed to my soul.Yet these words I speak do anything but fill me upOnce more I am speaking with knowledge found with an old mans heartYet with the type of innocence a kid would have making a fool of himself.I am emptyAnd the echo resonates within my bonesLies stammer out of my mouthMy teeth cry out in anguish, but I'm not heardMy Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-76028578480051331352007-08-01T03:24:00.000-07:002007-08-01T03:59:38.269-07:00The Vacant ExpressionGoing to the end of the earth to crack open some hidden secretsWhere the lions roar becomes nothing more than a cats weeping.As we make our approach my thoughts rapidly swirlIn my head like a wild animal with no regard for anyoneThese offensive ideas, these tentacles--They surround me and strike at me with no particular orderWithout any charge of wrong doing.Yet I talk like IJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-22922517173173452482007-07-16T00:26:00.000-07:002007-07-16T02:47:18.665-07:00The Inept ClownI have come to realizeI am incapable of understanding a love for me that isn't brokenIncapable of understanding the love I receive isn't blemished.Yet, I feel so put out.Am I capable of being loved?The love that a father gives to his sonA kind of passionate, phenomenon I've come to adoreMaybe I pose the question wrong,Perhaps I am just as incapable of loving.I don't think my heart Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1169708077959273802007-01-24T23:52:00.000-07:002007-02-14T12:56:34.106-07:00iPrayI hear but I don't understandIn the midst of friends and laughterI hide behind a shell of what remains from battleWhat you see is my vanity bleeding,This is my sobering touch of reality.I want to sit and be soaked.Drenched in the starlight from the sky as it mystifies my every thoughtIt is these divine lights that swirl above my head and give me hope as I pray to God above"Brings fire to ourJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1159328834900373292006-09-26T20:46:00.000-07:002006-12-13T11:52:05.203-07:00Failures UnseenAs the woman drives down the streetShe wipes away tears from her eyes;Cars pass her by on this unforgiving night.Arriving at a park she stops and gets out,So now she walks down this never ending street.Someone stops her to say hello,she greets them and smilesShe can't - she won't breakdown in front of you,only when nobody is around,can you really begin to understand who she Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1158045184915780672006-09-12T00:12:00.000-07:002007-01-17T10:36:27.013-07:00A Rivers WithdrawalI feel as if I must put up this wallCold sweat drips off my forehead,To let you think things go deeper than they areYou will let me shed a tear and write theological wordsAs I impose my will, you will think of me higher,Think of me deeper...Think of me everything I am not when I think in this river of thought.It cascades around meSo let me withdraw and pull back from any true Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1154162635801265232006-07-29T01:43:00.000-07:002006-08-08T12:10:55.936-07:00Mind over matter What is it, this film...The taste of a lie in my mouth.You look at me, we lock eyes in this glorious moment,But I look away knowing I simply can’t,You call my name knowing what to say.Pleasure and excitement fills me from head to toe…I know that I'm not doing it…If I tell myself enough times...I might believe it.I keep telling myself mind over matterThat lie resonates in my Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256610488924112006-05-03T17:09:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:11:17.923-07:00The Encounter With FireA man quietly steps into his black roomEditing the film, he cuts it and lays it gently down on the tableNever ignoring his emotions he starts to cryIt is the sensation when emotions run rapid and overwhelm the bodyWhat lay at his fingertips now pastA frame of lifeNow, just once was.Walking outside towards a fieldHe can’t help but look upThese stars-These swirling divine Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256480290903362006-04-19T11:07:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:09:07.110-07:00My Maker Maker of heaven and earthMy song is to youPraise be to God who gives us knowledge and a choice!Everlasting father - take me with you.Send your holy fire upon this land and wake the nations!O God my GodHelp me.My every thought-- my every waking momentTo be lived out as you would haveLord let your will be done within meMy soul is in torment in anticipation of your returnAnd I sing with Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256393044660012006-03-17T20:01:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:06:52.676-07:00War on TerrorWho gave purpose to chance?Daily a symphony for you I hope my life brings.Get on your feet!Fight the battle that wages war upon youFear Not!Why should we not expect the same treatment as you receiveda king, The King - how much better are we?So we sit back and live out or lives, waiting for something big.Our bones tingle and our senses love stories...Wars being waged and the one with Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256326363700082006-02-09T15:13:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:05:26.436-07:00Bleeding ThoughtsMy bleeding thoughts,They surround meAnd circle up like an angry crowdHow can it be?Here I sit - basking in the grace of GodAnd those round me cannot feel what I feelHow is it fair?I want to be everything you want me to beSo I sit and write on this strained paperAs I try to stop the bleeding of my thoughts.Here I am.. Once againSitting at the feet of my father.And I stare into Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256217187879972006-01-08T17:03:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:03:58.316-07:00--- © Poetry Section from year 2005 ---Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256157210667472006-01-07T17:02:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:02:37.290-07:00Cities on HillsI walk down the streetWith some quiet conversation stored away in my pocket.The moisture of the air is making clouds formThat will eventually wash this city of a days work.And it makes me realize,How glad I am that you don't wash your hands of me, oh LordFor your fingerprints are found all over me.Evidence that you are here,Proof that there is more than what the eye can see.I open Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256109629939952006-01-06T17:01:00.000-07:002006-05-31T01:31:37.576-07:00ArchambaultBeauty is of the mindIt yearns to be looked at and sought after,Yet you are dreaming of heaven with your eyes clenched shut.The expression is seen all over your face,It tells of the experience all over your body.You are nothing but a princessAnd God is spoiling you.Senses start to tingle as you realize this dream world isn't real.Waking up from it all, you close your eyes and in sorrowJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256052789761212006-01-05T17:00:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:00:52.846-07:00The Beating HeartEvery heartbreak hurts, so catch me.I'm falling.This fear is inked into my expressionsAnd I see no expression within myself, and it leaves me feeling cold.Nothing like a splash of cold water upon my face to help me fight the day.The very same water that evaporates into my sentencesThe words that exit my mouth like a lost vapor in a desert of steam.Catch me as I'm fallingYour Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148256007913941162006-01-04T16:59:00.000-07:002006-05-21T17:00:09.623-07:00Save MeAs the fiery sky sends night plummeting head firstI gaze in awe at the events of my life likeIt all seems like a bad film.And my eyes are glazed over when all I ever wanted was you.Break me Lord, and take apart my chest, spread my ribcageReplace this heart of mine.I lay upon this grassy hill as the stars above shine brightlyFor the doctor has arrived and is ready to operate.The spreading Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255935719461352006-01-03T16:58:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:59:19.846-07:00BlindedWhy do my reflections cry while my face stays still?I pray, but I hear silence..What shall help these empty wavelengths... tossed in a sea of radio?My fingers grasp upon this blood of life, how my prune shaped fingers gasp and breathe in the air of this world.My skin makes a new home not envisioned by you.How stunningly quick the people cry and react without a thought.With my hands Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255900620844942006-01-02T16:57:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:58:20.713-07:00BoilerMy heart is poundingI'm on the edge of my words, in the tip of this sinking ship.I need you.A missing pin from a track can de-rail trains.Birds cause an airplane to crash..Pets cause car accidents...I am weak, and a wreck, yet I am he, who's has the pin, the cage, and the leashBut fails to see anything coming.Take the mask of complacency, place it over my heartFor scarred and broken, and Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255854981556282006-01-01T16:56:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:57:35.066-07:00Fade to FrailEver felt so emotionally unstable, unaware and unknowingYet to be at the center of it allJust so frozen, so taken back.. so surprised?A deer in headlights, but a thousand times worse.Do you know what that feels like?Do you know of what I speak of?In my state of mind confusion... My heart, my sea of love is willing... but it turn me inside out.I see you with your arms open wideBut allJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255780297948772005-12-14T16:55:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:56:37.586-07:00--- © Poetry Section from year 2004 ---Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255714531893732005-12-13T16:54:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:55:14.596-07:00The OysterI drink from the oyster that holds my existence and all of its cool salty wonder.Washing upon the beach I pry it openI thirst your goodness and grace to the point where my body weeps.I am in awe looking towards you,I'm stuck - caught in amazement, this morning by the coastBitter is my temperment, but alasMy body cannot control the emotion my mind and soul contains,It pours out over me Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255663252163062005-12-12T16:53:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:54:23.366-07:00Losing MyselfMy head is buried in the sand,With the age of becoming waiting to crash down upon my fragile soul.Inside me lies a small person in a very big world.I get up and dust off the sand, telling myself I will not give inTo the unknown evils that lay ahead.Taking myself on a search for the strength my mind lacked made my hands acheI touched everything within me, but not my lost soul.Fearing Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255613716692032005-12-11T16:52:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:53:33.783-07:00Ocean's HeartI am aloneI fear I might get disconnected from youAnd the digital age has me addicted like a drug atticIt makes me believe everything's okay, when my soul is crying aloudSo I sit here writing like an early pioneerWith just the sounds of the ocean caressing my mindThis is the chicken soup to the soul.And my Daddy, our fatherHand feeds this to us with a silver spoonFor we are nothing Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255541890595082005-12-10T16:51:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:52:21.946-07:00Walking on WaterIt's a lot to handleAn overbearing panic attackAs my future crashes upon the shoreThe deconstructing of my lifeFor the fog that covers my body will once again come to moveAnd I will be beside myselfAm I just a plane lost here in the clouds?I fear this is the truthSo what can I look intoWhat do I see when I look into an empty broken me?The world is so massive I fear I do not Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255488332860632005-12-09T16:50:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:51:28.390-07:00Magical MomentsAll I could feel is this momentFor every word rang true like a chime in a church bell.I lived for this moment, and for this feelingWhen my chest gets warm like I just drank something hot,And people can see the fire burning in my eyesReflecting the fire in Gods eyesFor even with your eyelids closed your body and senses scream for more as your eyes burst open.So I harness this fuel Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255420420812112005-12-08T16:49:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:50:20.483-07:00Cold RainI can see clearly into the skyThrough the darkness of the night and beyond the stars.Sitting in the silence of the night I feel the world around meI sit, big eyed like a child who's eyes are fixed on insurmountable odds.In the air I see my breath billow out like the thick fog of a morning showerReaching with my hands to the cracks of my carTo feel the warmth push out like a hot Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255377167952662005-12-07T16:49:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:49:37.256-07:00IceWhen my blood starts to ice over,I inject the true love,Boiling blood, burning for you.Shot like a needle I can feel the warm infect my veins like a virusOh if we could all catch you.I feel it take over my thoughts, and I start to sweatPounding through my eardrums, penetrating the head, the eyesI sit, eyes watering.Lord, please help me get through this day.I need your help.Taking up my cross Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255338639882342005-12-06T16:48:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:48:58.700-07:00Loving EyesI love you lordHelp me live my life for youYes, I can be a failure in the world’s eyesAs long as I’m pleasing to my LordYou are all that matters.And this part goes out to the lostI pray that some day- they will find their way to YouBecause there is only one way - through You.I want to fit in with the crowdSo that I won’t feel like an outcastI need YouSo I can help myself cope with Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255277974807072005-12-05T16:47:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:47:58.036-07:00Loving BlindlySo many must see it to believe itFeel it to know itBut not II love based on the truth of who You areBlessed are those who love blindlyMany times we do not understand what You tell usBut many times You are speaking directly to usAnd in our languagePlease help my friends find You LordHelp them and their loved onesThey need You more and more each passing hourAnd yet they don’t see Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255239871769342005-12-04T16:46:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:47:19.926-07:00Pouring DownAs the Rain Pours DownI see the roof leak with stressThe wood beams cracking, giving in to the pressureAs the walls shake with the nervousnessThat it will all come crumbling down.So often Lord we are the same way…As much as I try to express my love for youPress the sweet joys of life through my lipsThere are forces that prevent me and the full effect of you in me.This is the 21st Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255190949958582005-12-03T16:46:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:46:31.010-07:00Born into WarAs a baby, we are innocentBut we grow up quickly and our innocence is thrown to the groundLike a fleece placed over the lambs eyes, before we know it – it’s goneAnd the Wolf moves in.So I pull my sword from my sheathHot golden pureness dripping from the metal that made itWe stand on the front line, arm to armNot a word is spoken for we know we may loose our lives.Trembling in our Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255109358038002005-12-02T16:44:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:45:49.786-07:00To Live ForI want to be like youSo they can look at me, and see bits of you within me.I want to be an example, help me live by your Word.I’ve got to admit I’ve fallen so far below – so many times.And… you already know.I’m trying so hard to live for you.I want to be a holy example – make me more.I give you my life, my mire clayShow me how to live!You wake me up inside and you show me love like I’Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148255055410655062005-12-01T16:43:00.000-07:002006-05-21T16:44:40.630-07:00Endless PresenceI sing in my room and dance to the musicI dance with tears in my eyesRaising my hands, and lifting my voiceI do all I can to praise you...For it's not the singer, it's the song that we sing.I'm lost in the moment I dance with you.For one brief moment, I get chills down my spine that tingle the depths of my soulAnd in that moment I realize what I'm living forI'm living off the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249364389147082005-11-30T15:08:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:09:26.153-07:00--- © Poetry Section from year 2003 ---Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249290539585282005-11-30T15:07:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:08:10.680-07:00Eyes Bound ShutSometimes I wish I had my eyes bound shutSo I couldn't see.So I wouldn’t think I could see.Only God could guide me.But sometimes I mistake my blindness for sightAnd I take my own pathI find myself in a stream with so many othersThat it almost feels like home, but does that make it right?In that time - I come to realize I have failed myselfAnd more importantly.. failed my Lord.I'm Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249243384509042005-11-29T15:06:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:07:23.450-07:00Walking in RainI once took a walk down the street,And the rain poured onto me, and in my chest.I could breath in the humidity, and breath out my insanity.I took that walk, hand in hand with God.Turning the pages of my past deceit,Past the massacres of life,Looking beyond my failureHe helped me compose myselfNow I'm a part of his symphonySinging his glorious tunes.I was walking down the sidewalk,IJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249201923472092005-11-28T15:06:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:06:41.986-07:00Passing RainPassing RainPromises built on a foundation of mud..And, yes...It is too late to keep these promisesGhosts of what a friend use to mean.I feel as though I am struggling to find myself,Needing to make up all of the time I have wasted, - to find myself?Finally catching up I rest - panting, gasping, and trying to catch my breathAnd I fall behind as the golden leaves once again fall into Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249130461950682005-11-27T15:05:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:05:57.593-07:00Pinole DriversI drive myself crazy,All the way home from seeing the beauty of youI am thinking of you..I feel like I’ve made a mistakeAnd you can see the trust shatter on my face like a broken piece of glassMy abyss.. the dark pearls of my eyes grow deeper and widerAs I see you walking away.The angels scream at the horrid nature of thisYet my eyes stay wide openAnd it drives me crazy.I wanted to Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249074761519022005-11-26T15:04:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:04:34.823-07:00KapalinaI don’t know where my old life ends,Or where my new one beginsFor I am as giddy as a school girl can getWhen I talk to the likeness of her.I feel my struggle with lifeTrying to control it so much, I ruin all I hadAnd more -I can't escape it,So what do I do?I either live this life of recognitionOr form to his precision.I can feel the rays of the life blow beneath the treesAnd the color of Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148249025492041032005-11-25T15:03:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:03:45.573-07:00Long SunsetsI look into the eyes of this magnificent sky,The sunset- it's Gods canvas of beauty.With my tree branch that I climbed onto- and my knapsack, I embark on a leap of faith.I stand chipping away at my faith, cast into the voidHoping that it will be able to move a mountain.I pray for the heavens above to open up its gatesAnd condemn all the alienation I have on my face.For I am feeling soJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248965861264292005-11-24T15:02:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:03:14.916-07:00Train of EmotionI feel like running away from my so called lifeAnd take the midnight train to storm out of town like the passing of the trade windsNobody will see me.And even if I could see myself, my eyes feel like they are collapsing due to the weight of life.Stopped in an intersection, a railroad crossing singing to meWith nothing to be seen for miles, I listen to the chimes.Dare me to run Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248904071066502005-11-23T15:01:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:02:12.006-07:00Beach of FaithI turn the frail pages of my owners manual to life,And I look upon my beach of which waves crash my faith like the passing tideMy home - my sand castle is collapsing, and turning to clayCovering the Bible, I stand and hear the seagulls in the distanceI stretch out my arms and scream to heavens gatesHopefully you will find me down hereAmong the billions.I believe my every second is Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248863793558962005-11-22T15:00:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:01:03.853-07:00The End of Jesus Freaks Projects (JFP)Terrorists broke into the house,Waving the pistols, like madmen in the face of the innocentIt was bible study, every night - same place.Now it was this family of three, rounded up and pushed into fearThe terrorists grabbed the Bible from the fathers hands,He threw Gods word on the ground and shouted instructions"Before anyone will leave, you must all spit on Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248825335133042005-11-21T14:59:00.000-07:002006-05-21T15:00:25.406-07:00DoorwaysWelcome to the outer layers of my existence,Where clouds fill the overbearing sky,And where heaven finds a way to rain on my clouds, even from high aboveI am wandering the skies aimlessly, like a lost care bear.The waves of this white fluff crash and crumble upon meEven though I am breaking the habits of life, I am gazing at the setting sunWatching the sunset on my canvas I've painted forJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248755549024512005-11-20T14:58:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:59:15.606-07:00Only thing leftI finally fooled myselfFooled myself into believing I could count on othersI have never blinded myself for my own satisfaction in such a time period ever beforeAnd now I start to look at things with the eyes of a newbornI gave up everything - for nothing.Only the paperwork that was never finished.And on the hottest of nights, the paper engulfs in a flame - a passion of life.The Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248690796041762005-11-19T14:57:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:58:36.030-07:00Streets of LifeI want to call you upIt scares me that I am feeling this wayAnd you are taking it so easily.I just want to call you up and tell you that I do miss you,And that I do love youI sit in my soup of emotions - Campbell's soup no lessAnd I spell out some sort of pity, like the way a child wouldWith my alphabet soup and my spoon, engineering the words like a conductor to a train.I get up Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248634509414312005-11-18T14:56:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:57:14.650-07:00Reign On My MindWhisking through the air carelesslyPiercing the sounds of silence,Penetrating the innocence of my youth,The invisible bullet hits me - and makes my eyes water for a reasonIt makes them growl with the hunger of life.It is my minds elation to go home and take out a sheet of paperAnd scribble down the words that feed in my brain,Leaving only a stain of what cells use to look like Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248554532875842005-11-17T14:55:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:56:13.286-07:00One and OneEntry log :Year one, Day one,It has been a long time since I have written here last,For I have been able to discover some secrets, hiding from me,I have been able to watch the waterfall of life trickle through the field.And slowly but surely every last drop is drained into the seaSo I began walking through the waves of the crowd that was before meAnd I was but a mast cast out at sea, Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248431782673492005-11-16T14:52:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:54:41.470-07:00Brandy's NightLate at night I opened my window,I sat on the windowsill, as I peered into the free world.The night sky shone like some laced black velvet shirtAnd the diamonds sparkled especially bright in the sky tonight.Opening the window, I creep - trying not to break the silenceThe grass was crisp and crumbled upon touchAnd I could see my breath, it gave me great resolutionThe calming effects Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248352830567542005-11-15T14:51:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:52:51.153-07:00Never CrazyStanding in the doorway,I am captured by your eyesBut my eyes are fixated on this love,This love, that is written so deeply I get chills,It's so deep - I breathe it through the letters you write.Just the smell of you drives my mind crazy.It tingles my senses, and entwines them with my crazy life.I keep pushing, so I am not disconnected from my thoughts of you.I can't get you out of my Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248301049239962005-11-14T14:50:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:51:41.106-07:00My InsidesAll my life,I have had dreams of becoming something.To Be someone.And here I am - out of school, not even working.Nothing anybody says seems to faze me.Even if I start now,It is too late for my own desire.How do I explain it to anybody,To have them understand this is my lifeThe apple of my eye is rotting with my life.Wallowing in my own pity I have rested upon myself,And when I go to Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248241225978142005-11-13T14:49:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:50:41.346-07:00Top of the WorldWhen I climb on the roof of my homeI go to the top of my world.Watching the night tide come in like an oceanI see these waves of darkness hold the night with power,And I sit glaring up at the sky.I am overjoyed, and it is my minds elationFor the space between the star and the blue moonIs the air that fills my lungs, and breathes my freedom.It is the very same air that gives me theJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248166158956952005-11-12T14:48:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:49:45.536-07:00With A PaintbrushWith this token of power, the nation will fallYet I thought my life would take on a life of its ownSomehow I sit here, and try to form clay to a jarSo my life can be filled up with happiness.But the knife that stabbed into my lifeSpewed out something unknown to the skin I'm inWith a paintbrush, you can make time stand stillIts having a picture within a sceneIt is my will.My Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248120684307692005-11-11T14:47:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:48:40.766-07:00The Battle with Rays of HopeA love struck boy went up in an atticTo snoop around in his grandfathers absenceInside the attic he found a metal trunkWith locks still closed.So intent on opening and finding what was insideThat he had not noticed his grandfather enter the roomThe old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were more apparent than most people his age.Without saying a word he took hisJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248048988585222005-11-10T14:46:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:47:29.083-07:00Hit the DeckPut my brain on tapAnd look at the wires that hold the juice of my mindAnd feel your retina burnKnowing that this is the last stop, before home.My house built out of cards is about to collapseBut the smell of aged leather that covers the bible is sacred to meIt opens some old forgotten words,Telling me, it is good to struggle and be confused about faithFor I struggle with the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148248000738407692005-11-09T14:46:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:46:40.813-07:00Streaming MusicThe rain dries up, while the sun comes outAll this time, the music starts to play on our senses.Everything is in the glorious wonder of art that comes from these speakers.It is the games that nature, and your ears play on you,Only to help me realize the world is a depressing place to be.Like I'm stuck on an islandSo I'll turn to the digital media,I'm going to sit hereAnd watch the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247947012861222005-11-08T14:45:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:45:47.083-07:00Self Centered MoonlightAnd on this night, it is just me and youOur two minds collapsing upon the nightThe darkness falls, but the moon is our friend.I can see the moonlight sparkle off your eyesI can't stand to look at you any longer,Knowing that the night is soon to endSure, we can talk until no endBut the sun will rise, and the moon will fadeBut will the glimmer of the moon fade in your eyes?Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247872044826952005-11-07T14:44:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:44:51.120-07:00SpringI run my hands on the back of this old leather jacketOh the smell of my daddy's wallets.My bones shake in anticipation, in weakness - but I still stand.Staggering like a blind man and as tipsy as a drunken sailorI catch on to you, latching onto the skin.The feeling of the rough scaly skin reminds me of a snakeBut the smell of spring brings the feeling of love in the airDo not be fooled by Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247831181730352005-11-06T14:43:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:43:51.250-07:00In the NightIn the night, when I'm not sleeping I get lost in thought.I take my tongue and roll it along the edges of my teethI am lost.Sitting in my closet with the doors closed, and my back turned on the worldDespite the clock telling me it's four in the morning, the light stays on.Pacing the room, I leave and go to the kitchenWalking blindly into this world of darkness, hearing the floor creakJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247770814647432005-11-05T14:42:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:42:50.880-07:00Cold TwelveEverything hurts so much more when its cold outsideAnd you're looking at yourself in the mirrorCrying, but you don't know whyIts like a chore in a hearse that carries your secretsCarrying on the burden - keeping closed the casketIt's something you don't want to do.There has to be a reason I'm still believingHanging up this picture is like a story being told through the wall.It was theJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247722254413622005-11-04T14:41:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:42:03.700-07:001941Crying into your soulYou crumble, and stagger.The fire shall be awoken from the tear that rolls down your cheek.Snakes rise from the ashes that lay on the ground of your carcassFor the frost on your eyelids can not reach your roots,The roots that are a part of the puzzle.And who moves through the shadows of strangers?Leaping on bounds of glory - behind the masses - behind the faces.To bring Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247657174612292005-11-03T14:40:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:41:03.236-07:00Satisfaction of LifeWhen the rain in me subsidesAnd some new rays of life fall upon the skinIt makes me question everything.Life is one crazy trip right after another.You know what I want to do?These voices in my head wont leave me aloneThey keep saying my nameCrying for a responseLeaving me a few inches from insaneThe voices tell so many stories of my lifeGrinding on my senses, I grab the car Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247546674114642005-11-02T14:38:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:39:06.850-07:00A Heartfelt HeadAll my dreams I had were echoed in the seaBut the forests of my mind haunted meAnd I cryI write with my heart not my head.I'm wearing a helmetBut screaming in the armorI cant catch youBut I am spellbound by these million laughs thrown my way.It is the dark in the lovely eyesAnd the light in the midst of all wrong that has me continueIt is a heartfelt head filled with Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247500665888042005-11-01T14:37:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:38:20.760-07:00The White Flame BurnsI am enflamedCrumbling like the fire that engulfs the paper.From ashes to dustAnd its the same dust that settles so coldly on my shoulder.The snow falls so hard on the rocks below,That it is drawing on the blood from the sea.But this mundane mind wont have time to reactTo this whirl wind I am drawing upon myself.I am in the spotlight - causing the waves to hush when I Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247405687551272005-10-15T14:36:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:36:45.743-07:00--- © Poetry Section from year 2002 ---Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247290661839572005-10-14T14:34:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:35:18.526-07:00PreciousI need to be lost in the hands of time.Leaving this place where so many overcome the stronghold of happiness.I left in a flurry of doubtAs I try to blind myself.. I stand upside downBlood rushes to my headAnd now I find myself clothed in the goodness of GodClosing my eyes to the inevitable blackness of my placeBut heyStand with meHave some faithFaith that things will turn out ok..But it Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247218095298722005-10-13T14:33:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:33:58.746-07:00Solemn HandsMy life has been taken hostage by myself.For these hands have killed for my free will they relinquish.I have taken hold of this shotgun and pressed the barrel against my chestI am yelling at them to take actionPanic.The mass confusion swarms over my body like the fluThis timeWatch for sharp objects.For my soul is covered in blood, and my head in the clouds.And you know not the impact Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247149480249872005-10-12T14:31:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:32:29.540-07:00Soul MateThere is innocence in the wordsAll I want to do is give everything up.I want to look into your eyes like a stargazerAnd show you how amazing of a person you really are.You make me cry and laugh all in the same breath.How can one person affect me so deeply?The words that I am writing are blurred with tears forming in my eyes.My chest is pounding so much, it hurts.I can't breath for I am Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247104488344672005-10-11T14:31:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:31:44.560-07:00I'm BlindAs the sun shines through the evening mistI get goosebumps crawling up my spineHear me calling youThey are daggers stabbed in my soulShe has a little serpent in her drink,Just enough for the sword to kill.Holding me by the neck in a speechless angle to the world.I believe - do you?The one thing I ask of youIs to not accept my regrets.Is it real or are these feelings counterfeit?These Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247054509568202005-10-10T14:30:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:30:54.603-07:00RawIn other countries far from this mundane existencePeople get killed for their faith... here we struggle with the word of faith.It's about standing up for your belief and your religionAnd not becoming just a face in the crowd.Doing what God called upon us to do.People don't live on faith in this countryPeople die for their belief in God throughout the worldAnd in America we struggle to Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148247003811042052005-10-09T14:28:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:30:03.873-07:00AshleyYou place your hands on the wheelGripping it..Her and her magnificent beauty overlook this mutants domain.The flowing golden hair,And every move meant to strike your senses.The veins in your temples pulsate from the heat as you stare the intruder down,You leave a heat grip from the palms of your sweaty hands on the steering wheel.My senses heighten on the tip of my ears...Reflexes sharpenedJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246915939556592005-10-08T14:27:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:28:36.106-07:00Beneath the ShellI am sending chills by wordsDrowsy, drowning in this headache of mind control.Walking in the room I am intoxicated by the perfume of your grace.It is something no other woman can pull off quite like youAll I see now is the silver outlining of heavenThese white doves singing up above, and the man in a red tarp.I thought I had you smiling, but I have said too much,Too much in a Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246854584685462005-10-07T14:26:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:27:34.646-07:00The Neverending SagaWhen its all over - said and doneThe words on the page will not justify my feelingFor my soul acts on the feelings of this rageThat wants you in a glimpse, taking pictures of my soul.Still someone is left in the stands, shaking hands.You see, there are two people between the lines in the words we are waging.Who are infatuated, over others - and caught in life's affairs.His Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246785725729782005-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:26:25.780-07:00The DragonflyI can see the rainbow from here.And I walk on the ground of endless diamondsFeeling it twist beneath my feetBut now I'm falling through the mistBelow and beyond the mystical boundaries of lifeMy whisper thrown upward, rides on the windI want to be with youI am doing nothing but tasting your feelingsAnd feeding off your thoughtsAs it seems the ocean yearns for freedomAnd gets the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246720309124702005-10-05T14:24:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:25:27.030-07:00Game SevenThrust your hands to the dark skyAnd ride like the wind on the steel wings of sin that carry youAnd never let it goThe twilight of the night, is shining in the stars.Everyone knows when you love someone, you cling to it,So you can honor the fallen soldier.Your fallen hope.Every last part of me that has breathMakes you crumble or fold,Yet it is that one in a million person,That makes theJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246661343214572005-10-04T14:23:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:24:21.423-07:00RemindersIt is me going out after surgeryToe bandaged up, and heart in pieces.I can taste nothing,Nothing but the sweet taste of blood, running into my mouth.Standing in the mirror looking at my self,I close the door, and just cry.Maybe someday I will lure you from the heavensAnd the clouds that lay so high aboveTo enjoy the autumn nights with me.I begin to taste the salt water trickling in my Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246566909959622005-10-03T14:22:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:23:04.976-07:00Lifetime to LiveI talk and write about things that nobody cares about.So when I come with intent.. it is something new to the mind.You don't care what I write about..Or if I write at all.You are not the reason I keep writing.I write for the ultimate prize, my piece of mind.But it kills me if there is censorship to the mind, body and soulSo if I censor myself in front of youYou see no reason to beJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246521463335192005-10-02T14:21:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:22:01.526-07:00Time WavesGetting drunk off of the waves of reality.These waves burn through my skull,Getting nauseous off the ups and downsAnd the screeching halts breathing..Reality takes a dive from this tsunami of emotion.Its funny when you realize your worth is less than you thought it wasIt is.. a let down.Intake.And realize that you have just been delta.So enter into the information highway with meAnd Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246446163161452005-10-01T14:19:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:20:46.343-07:00Walking on GravityIts some 80's love struck songThat you just can't exit from.Sitting inside, layered with compassion, and lovestruck eyes.Its the warmth from the heat of the pulsing speakers,That is pushing against your heartIt's scary, and you are lost.My world has been raped by you.So you bail, turning from it, to nothing but blacknessAnd you shake yourself, like the leaves overflowing with Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246342903784202005-09-30T14:18:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:19:02.976-07:00Shoxwave - Part IIAs I pulled overI opened my door to a misty nightWalking in to find my place - it is but a game.So there I stood,It's midnight, and I'm at AlbertsonsTaking a leak, in a half lit room.I peer into the creme walls that stare back into me.And I start to realize - and visualize my worth.I may never be on the same track as you -But this is the only track in my life, and I'm the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246304521227832005-09-29T14:17:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:18:24.586-07:00Enlightened ShadowsI got up from my desk,Feeling as If I don't deserve this moment,I walked to my screen door, feeling hurt.Baby when your in pain - I'm in pain.So come in and close the door.He doesn't know the type of woman you areOr the way you deserve to be treated.I hold my feelings back,And I know I should of been your manYour lovin a fool, and are as blind as love.So tell me what's on yourJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246212553074262005-09-28T14:16:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:17:14.870-07:00The Sky is FallingWhat is falling, so high above me?It is the satellite that is falling to the ground.It has impact on the surface it touches.Walking into the light..The Christmas lights hang from the wallsAnd illuminates the room in peaceful glory.In the middle of the room, and old man sits.On an old brown couch, he watches TV,An old Christmas carol.He is watching his youth, and his pastimeSo I Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246151511934792005-09-27T14:14:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:15:51.646-07:00ForgivenessSometimes you have to forgive someoneBecause you want them in your lifeNo matter how much you deny it,Or how much you try to elude the truthEvery fiber in your body counts the time you spend apart.It plays the past back to you in your dreams.When you finally forgive me,You feel you have been scaredBut who needs and excuse to rip open these scares,And get to the foundation of things?TheJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148246054977883442005-09-26T14:13:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:14:15.076-07:00Poetic JusticeHearing the cries is my poetic justiceIt is the ghetto beat of the nationThe warm feeling of a family reunionAnd the wet love of the golden rain.The bus ride to camp,And singing marry tunes all the way home.A little kid missing his stop off the busBecause he dozed off on the wayWaking up in tears, he gets off, and walks home.It is my poetic justiceThe sound of cheers from your Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245905381143792005-09-25T14:10:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:11:45.440-07:00Golden EyesThe sky is flooded with golden rain,That's just pouring into my eyes.My knees buckle like a bad football gameAnd I look up.Only to be flooded with sensations of a new.I am so astonished that I shaved with some maseUnfazed by even my own actions,Because you have something that I can't have, but need.Your eyes talk but you are silent.Its like going to the doctor for helpAnd getting Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245821196919612005-09-24T14:09:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:12:15.730-07:00A spin to the Acid of the NationHold my arm like a drug atticSqueeze above the elbow, watch the veins pulseAnd shoot me up with the sweet substance of life.It's not the singer that matters.. it's the fabric of the songSomething to qualify your life, and the way it lives you.It replays on your eyelids.We cannot serve your kind here.The classifieds have only empty words to loan.So you flirt with Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245735718803342005-09-23T14:08:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:10:43.313-07:00Dimensions of RealityIt is the contamination of the soulSpewing out of our mouthFrom which we see our fear, lying in the filth that remains.Lying down and watching time fall,Trickling down the stained steel weathered by time and time only, before our eyes.Dripping with innovation, this little wrinkled finger pointedAnd then turned to me as if to sayThe lost ones have now been found.I hear those Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245668949337882005-09-22T14:07:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:07:49.036-07:00Pure BlissThe ignorant populationHelps me stand up and leave,It is the judgmental consequence to reality.The tip of your ears sense regret.It is the iceberg of my titanic.I choke on my own contradictionAnd stumble on the drunkenness of the waves.I shy away from this pool of purityFor when I muster up enough willingness to peer into it,It stares back at me - with no reflection.Have I lost my Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245618531888122005-09-21T14:06:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:06:58.593-07:00Lost in the SkyLost in my waysAnd my paths in a streamCan you feel the sky?Full of silent screamsI opened the vines to find some ancient waysThe tears from the tree sunk into meAs if crying out to meI'm going to need more than the strength of lightTo shy away from youSo who wrote the book of love?They have never seen me and you.We talk to each otherLook in each other, past our eyesAre these the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245562088511392005-09-20T14:05:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:06:02.153-07:00Beyond the UsualLook beyond the empty crossAnd under the city lightsTo find the goodness in life.As Mt. Kiliminjaro rises up,Up upon the grief stricken landLike an empress, bringing beauty and wealth.The once brown dirt, is now lush, rich with soil.Plant the seeds of life and watch it grow.Our ancestors, in the skySee it now as a mouth watering bowl of fried rice,And taste it like a mouth of Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245496146664582005-09-19T14:04:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:04:56.226-07:00The Fogged EntranceThe fog sits on the hills shouldersAnd the mist reaches to the groundI hear nothing but complete silence.The eloquence of the moment,And the cool weather meshes to make this trophy- I call the morning.As refreshing as a shower, or a midnight swim.The sun pushes aside this nonsense.I unlock my car, and step to the new rageem.Where we do not see anything but hard concreteAnd the Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245437440441542005-09-18T14:02:00.000-07:002006-05-21T14:03:57.560-07:00The Imagination FactorThe emptiness has left,Struck by awe - I stare at you.Like a chef making a masterpieceAnd a hungry boy tugging at his shirt.Intent on finding the right smell,He pushes him aside.The studies on his face,And the makeup of your wardrobe,Place together our fate like a puzzle.Like a dream, I blink and your gone.Crying over it.For I can smell you in the wind,Choking on tears over Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148245033638299172005-09-17T13:56:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:57:13.710-07:00KodakSlain by those sleek eyesDripping with gold, and exceeding limits.Getting in fights - within me.A matter of self conflicts, of interestsThe intent of the words that I readWere not designed to be damaging,Wipe the gold off your eyes,And you are just the candle in the darkness.No one to chastise.. only to apologize to.Anxiousness sets my dispositionAnd talks to the popular culture.Some Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244925492207792005-09-16T13:52:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:56:14.070-07:00ExposedIn this sub par game of lifeThat I seem to dig deeper - wider holes intoI look to take my shot, get ahead -To cover my emptinessI can't turn my back on this,And I can never shy away from a challenge like you.As I hold your face, to look into mineI am covered with skeletons of the evening.Shadows so deep, they awake in the nightBut you want to see the negatives of my film.You want to see myJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244714386681322005-09-15T13:50:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:51:54.443-07:00Wide Open ArmsThe translucent fog of the weather glassShines brightlyThe night reflects off your eyesIt makes me want to shed my tears.I want to seize the sky,Through your eyes.The liability all on me.So come with me, Exult the moment - rejoice.I have vanquished the demons that sought me,The antagonistic hollers from belowNow just echoes in the moonlight.This shadow of a shade covers our homes.WeJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244622806773792005-09-14T13:49:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:50:22.926-07:00Star GazerI have been up all nightTrying to spend my dreamBecause I sit in my room all night,And think of you.I need true love.Living in the past - has became my reality.But I am going to swallow my emotionAnd take the bullet.You were someone who was there for me,But you have became just a voiceAnd a choice to call,Which has became a whisper when you answer.You know that the space between us, Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244541252979402005-09-13T13:48:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:49:01.330-07:00Parting Waters The music playesIn a distant shadow of light.As the people clapped their handsThey have hope in their eyes.This lush village, flooded by hopeLike Moses parting watersFrom my world to yoursA path is made.But can you find it?In this world of wet,We are torn into two halves.High above, the angel blows his hornAnd fire rises up from the sea.As you make your way to me, be careful.For Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244469959764342005-09-12T13:46:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:47:50.146-07:00Blue CarnationUpon this brown fieldA blue carnation hangs from your chestAs you peer up,Looking at the vanilla skyThe spy glass, now centuries oldWhispers the secrets of life to you,Wisdom and courage lies in intolerable amounts.Life plays many tunes - but do you accept my offer?It unites our souls by meaning.Place it upon your finger and come with me.Towards this shadow of death,The breaking Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244399562505492005-09-11T13:45:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:46:39.640-07:00Red eyes, sleepless days.Its Technicolor in a black and white world.Its putting time into a freezer,To watch the seconds creep slower to nothing.You can now sit back into the endless timeThe warm misty infection sets upon your shouldersSettling into your soulAnd it warms you like a warm drop of honeyLeaving you radiating warmth in cool weather.I see the sun broadcast happiness through your Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639337.post-1148244296587862542005-09-10T13:44:00.000-07:002006-05-21T13:45:28.616-07:00Inside the SmileA touch in the darkA kiss in the nightThis girl who seeks my faceStanding at my crossroadsLooking for me.Nowhere to be found,For I am looking at my surroundingsJust an emotional wreck about to crackAnd the sun heals me like gasolineI am tired and need shelter from these thoughts.Hush little baby don't you cryDaddies going to sing to you,And before you drift offThe lord is going toJayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891233265053042500noreply@blogger.com0