Jamie's Blog

Souls shrouded in shadow
press against ghastly earth
that shakes and quakes and falls in on itself.

They sew their eyelids shut,
tearing and mending skin and sinew

strange happenings
of haloed wings
and saints and things
which bring
brilliant rings.
songs angels sing
ring like ting-a-ling,

Shadows
Catch me if you can
Subject me to your plan
Just be sure its me you seek
and not the man I was last week
Chase the blood and bone
you and I, alone
Chase the who I am,
Not the shadow of the man.

A second once, no second twice!
screw up thrice and i’ll be diced
like tiny ears of three blind mice.
A shining star, in heaven far–
my dream afar, like luxury cars.
Caught in tar, beyond the par,
but chance and luck say “what the fuck?”,
Avoid the muck and don’t fuck this up.

Grand walls blocked
entrance into Eden.
I, yet bright-eyed
wondered about inside.

Pungent aromas diffused
through careless cracks
I used, catching
glimpses of buds.

Yet a child,
heart and mind,
begging to touch
petal and stem.

Like a weed,
I have grown,
into that garden,
choking cherished beauty.

A daisy then,
wilted I fear.
Weeds steal life
from true beauty.

Then the orchid–
supple violet lips,
grayed and weak
and now recovering.

Tulips I kissed,
drenched with dew,
I swallowed that
bulb quite quickly.

Through that ground,
sweeping destructive path,
now the center
came at last.

Not a flower,
but a fountain
met me there–
watering the air.

I remarked, “How
Beautiful Life Is!”
At that sight
of streaming vitality.

Deciding to stay
I found seating
near this beauty
and rested awhile.

How long my
rest I’m unaware.
I rested peacefully
until it came.

A dove chirped
in air above
and woke me
from my peace.

“Oh pacific symbol,
disturbing my rest,
despite the inconvenience,
life is beautiful.”

It cooed gently,
in obvious agreement.
And stayed awhile
joining my peace.

Time passed as
it always must.
Flying away the
dove left itself.

Staying by the
fountain, I remained
until my garden
stay was done.

A soft dull ache, like indigestion, except much worse
it’s a blockage of the heart–a clog that hurts constantly
there should be medicine for this kind of ailment
but denying it would be the only remedy
and that would be the most bitter of pills.

Good gentle men, who know not the site of a woman’s beat,
rounded, supple and yielding flesh and spirit,
Oh how unsatisfying does breath seem with each gasp!

He lives yet a gnat, the portrait of futility,
whose days are shed in basic pursuits,
and seeks some frail apparition,
whose name can only be woman.

i wake up in the morning light
you are the sunshine of my life
this is how you remind me of what I really am.

every morning there’s a halo hanging…
the one I adore, love you forever, and ever more,
and every minute, of every single day,
always be my baby.

I have a dream and its more than my imagination,
we will live each day in springtime,
tell me its real, this feeling that we feel.

It’s amazing to me the intricacies of the human mind.
Product of eons of evolution or of a hand sublime?
The choice matters little when your brains starts to boil,
when you soil your new blouse, when your hours into toil

The problem with life is the stress that wears on you
sadness is a great factor, as well as anger too.
So how to we, as adults, go about venting angry feeling?
Meditation, love, friendship, they all assist in healing.

But Na, you’re a special case, special in the head,
you wear a happy face, when a sad one fits instead.
so when you’re feeling down and you want to explode,
remember everything you are as a great sight to behold.

Remember greatness passed, and greatness yet to come,
remember your loving heart, looking forward to waht you’ll become.
Remember friends long gone, and all the love exchanged,
remember lovers lost, and partners you harangued.

Think of sweeping sky and the orange of the dawn,
think of cutesy bunnies and doe-eyed, nimble fawns,
think of mothers with their babies, and toddlers’ gurgling speech,
think of foreplay then hot sex, right on the evening beach.

Consider the poverty-stricken, who long for a warm bed,
consider freezing vagrants, who tomorrow will be dead.
Consider weeping families, whose loved ones have been lost,
consider lonely businessmen, and the price success has cost.

Understand that all are different and no one is the same,
understand that despite all the problems, there might be none to blame,
understand that people are understanding, understand that they are not,
understand that you have to try with everything you’ve got.

So Na, the next time you’re angry, like you want to make a fist,
remember, think, consider, and understand, what your fighting with.
In my opinion, there are much better things in life to be,
then envious, vengeful, jealous, and especially angry.

Clay molded by fingers grand
came unto earthly, dire sand
wandered, lost and muddled
once naked now clothed, still, befuddled.

How dost humbled now, the pair,
cast out from their utopian share.
But what and whose plan did inact
causing them to break their pact?

Oh nemesis, genesis of misfortune,
schemer, crusader for ethereal portion,
one who wrights with malignant intent
cannot destroy the design that is meant!

Fine threads do easily break,
that is how the fiend builds his stake,
but a thread himself cannot see (,a member he),
the tapestry of infinity.

So weasel all the while,
and over an inch gain a mile,
because a mile cannot compare,
to the endless, all-knowing, almighty stare.