Sickled Love

Point a small gun in the air
The trigger Man feeds grossly
He says to the trembling bodies
"Do you feel this fear?"

The trigger Man says -
"Can you feel the sense of agony?"
"Do you wish to help yourselves?"
The trigger Man aims the bullet womb under his jaw

The trigger Man says -
"I am going to shoot myself,
Do you not fear for yourselves any more,
now that you are safe?"
The trigger Man is crying

The trigger Man says -
"Do you wish to save me?"
Trembling bodies watch , a few tears fall,
a few faces frozen, too few understand.
The trigger Man is angry now

"Feel this pain, this sorrow?"
"I wish to save the humans, I wish to help move forward,
not backwards"
"Too many souls that are unware, glued to their phones,
their computers, their television."
"So much agression, so many false kings, so few
humans"

The trigger Man screams -
The trigger Man squeezes -

Blood on the celing
Nobody understands

Sparrow

Fly away, 

Silently singing

Freedom searching 

Take flight on wings 

Made of stardust and cloud

Escape the dirty, taunting man

Let your aspirations be your guide into the unknown 

Let your sorrow keep you adrift 

Oh, sweet sparrow, whose voice haunts my soul 

Why do you touch the ground 

When you could live amongst clouds instead?

Are humans more fun to watch

Are they more fun to tease?

With their heads in the clouds 

And meager thoughts flying about

Like deformed children

They grow into monsters 

And they take

Never giving 

Are you disgusted by our useless 

Ideas?

The fire or touching the sun

The lips pressed to windows

Eyes searching for answers 

Where there are no questions

 Yes, we must seem so silly to you

And cruel as well

Is it wrong to you that we blind you 

Ad make you sing?

I’m sure you must not mind much, 

For it takes a willing subject to be caught 

By unskilled men’s hands

But sparrow 

If I could

I’d leave with you 

And leave this disserted  no mans land

To forever be in your grace

Sparrow,

Goodbye until we meet again

I will always look to you as a friend 

(no subject)

Live in here
Hear, take me up to my brain
Leave the trees, left to borrow
Leaves for branches
Gift of reason,
Fault of chances.
Live in the possibilities
From then up here
Destroy any grants of
Oxygen purposely
Give them all their land
And,
Mystery.
Body like a soul like a soul
Caught untrustworthy
Live in here.
Hear? Live in here
Who are you?
Brought in me?
My dead grandmothers,
Own insanity
Soul, you made me
So live inside of me
Peel the outer me
Bloom the butterfly
Fly,
Fly...


  • Current Mood
    high high
drage

Moment of seasons

Changes of time,
difference in season.
Vibrant spring,
burning summer,
shifting fall,
cool winter,
all tied together.
Things may change,
but just that moment,
that moment of life,
is truly eternal.
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

(no subject)

The Stone

My life is set in stone.
Will it ever change?
What have I missed?
What could have been?
All the paths not taken,
All the roads not travelled.
What waited for me,
Had I chosen them instead?
Am I happy as I am?
Like stagnant water,
Never moving.
Always the same.
Or am I just wishing?
Wishing for things that will never be?
Can I change the stone now?
Dare I change it now?
Do I really want to change what’s written?
All these questions shall remain unanswered.
For fear keeps me stagnant.
Fear of change, fear of life.
Fear of myself.
  • Current Mood
    blah blah

'cigarette lighter waving'

cigarette lighter waving
you are willing to
   submit abysmally to abysses to
   end suffering but only
   selfishly
dark + motes of dust in high beams
you are willing to
   take any and all flack lying
   down, fucked anklewise kneedeep in
   cackling
              -broomstick + all,
broomstick + all,
pentagram neatly wedged in the cleft of your tits

cigarette waving patiently
smoke in the highbeams, i am willing to
publish your obscenities, whore of the age
of poetry

jjxe
Strathmore
Dec 13 / 10

Breaking Hours

Each second lives on in hell
Forever stuck inside this jail
I rattle my cage
Turning towards every so called sage
Is there a cure? Will I see tomorrow?
All I feel is my own sorrow
Darkness falls and my eyes stare above
Remembering those moments covered in love
Echoes and scratches abound
Tattering little sounds
How will I ever be
Just the girl known as me
  • Current Mood
    blank blank

Pocketwatch

If i put myself in danger. im sorry. i gravitate towards the noise.
The silence shakes me and the cold it breaks my eyes of glass turquoise
guess my heart dont stop just cos my pocket watch does. hands remain in perfect poise

im standing in harms way. im sorry. i move towards the light               
Pitch black annoys me. no sight destroys my soul, sets my orange thread alight
guess the world isn't still just cos my pocket watch is. useless cos the times not right