Poetry: By me, myself and moi.

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Jjtee -> Poetry: By me, myself and moi. (9/3/2008 5:54:04)
English summer Rustling of dog eared pages, My elbows dig through ground. Birdsong of the ages That distant calling sound. The grass flails at my arms, It sails in the breeze Sweeping with all the calm, In the endless green lit seas. The book nuzzles at my face, Reflecting rays of gold, Shining all its glorious grace Of skies far untold. Time speeds and starts to wander, As grey invades this isle, Rain attacks with partner thunder But all I do is smile. Sonnet I A pounding pace which pummels at my heart, It signifies a whim of my false dream. The longing of the stare warns of the start, Tormented love for you as it should seem. The seconds draw to hours as I wait, Between the minutes and the months that burn Away the selfless soul that is my fate, Until the day that love will turn to spurn. But now I realise that I loathe you more, With hateful heartache which makes me insane In darkness that you broke upon my core, Amidst the searing serenade of pain. The truth of Love I know this of my part The endless cycle of Dismay restart.

Jjtee -> RE: Poetry: By me, myself and moi. (9/3/2008 6:00:54)
My finish line keeps moving I run my race over paper, Trailing snail marks of ink. I'm breathing heavy, These cold wet whispers of words Escape my deserted mouth. It's a critical marathon, Make or break stuff. A race I can't win with The world's eyes glaring, Judging this text. Am I too cliched, Trying too hard? Breaking the mould that has already been Set. Go. Why do I keep running, When what I want keeps changing. This race needs an end, But I can't think of one for You. Lie with me You. Don’t come any closer. My Lies will scald you, These cards will cut you, And this poker face, It will Finish you. A love of lies, shared by company in Living love and Dying lies. My bed is not soft, nor white. But if you lie with me tonight, You’ll risk it all. If only for gold. Please lie with me. Audrey You stare with impassive eyes. The canvas, Black. White. Your true colours bleed through. Beauty held in stasis on my wall, Elegance only a glance away. Timeless, undying, perfect and classic. Definitions people abuse. You are the standard, Others can only be measured. Morals. Charity. All are forgotten. Still shots remain and endure, Our definition of You. Those eyes.

Jjtee -> RE: Poetry: By me, myself and moi. (9/3/2008 6:04:17)
The Conjurer I seek shadows and applause. I stand tall, sculpting cards of fire and night. First painting the silence With cold air of awe, grinding of sand grains As Time starts to stall. Hold this moment. The tension of threads that do tie us. Strains on the audience may Force wonder to fail. Play the right heartstrings and Claim warm reward. For your shallow shell. Entertainment for faces of laymen alike, Controlling not props, but real human spark. Inking the page of performance secrets, Creating a story like no other. Stolen from a dead Codex. We enter agreement, You know you’ll be fooled. I weave my fate, flourishing My Fame. Of fleeting glory. Amazed are the audience, Magicians control their Muses. Feeding off praise, No different from gods. I become my mask and art. Friends They disgust me. Inside us I imagine we are all the same, keeping our final secret silent. We interact and love, it's in our bones and blood. We are social animals. We are Animals. I speak my mind, breaking boundaries and laws. Freedom with friends. But one taboo still stands. I say it alone, whispering the pain to mirrors. It goes beyond my envy and competition as no matter how high above them I rise the smaller you become the smaller I become. A Dot. Only Violence can satiate me now. The Path All things worth saying have been said. Striving and study fail even the most dedicated of souls, there is no return. Droning life, is but lucid dreams between reveries, Intertwined with insights beyond our control. Drifting between these realms reveals no promise and no despair. Fact. Uncomplicated and as real as imagined, hollering at our thoughts and itching at our minds. Presque vu. Trudging the steps of a temple seeking enlightenment, A breakthrough that will lead us to the skies above. But no brilliance is departed onto us despite distance travelled. The mist still lingers. These clouded minds of faceless individuals, We do not remember them, History does not recall them. These shoes, worn by countless others before our time, following the same route that we follow; beaten, trodden, dead. Where shall we find truth and salvation?

Jjtee -> RE: Poetry: By me, myself and moi. (11/26/2008 17:35:58)
Neon Spaghetti Nightmare I pass through the unforgiving gates. They snap and snarl and scream, Trapping the tourists Who now Belong to Boris. I offer shellfish and gold to satiate the guards, And begin my descent. It's sweltering in the fetid belly Of the mechanical worm. Staring at the lost souls, Life drained from their faces; Payment to the Leviathan. Don't get lost on the damned voyage, Endlessly circling the Yellow one, Unable to leave. Breathing beneath the soil Careering round town Drinking in the darkness. Mining lights marking tracks, The holes and homes of the creatures. At the junctions the monsters intertwine and Screech harsh words as they pass. Claiming their territory, urinating on their turf. Decades of leaking lubricant Leaves that stale dull smell. I escape with the myriad of Speechless faces. Squawking and kicking, Ascending from the depths, Blinded by the day. I have to face them again, Face them everyday. A dependency that I loathe, For the Beasts that I love.

Jjtee -> RE: Poetry: By me, myself and moi. (6/17/2009 20:08:59)
My life thus far I WILL drag you with me Through my life, through my eyes And you shall read You must read. Speak it aloud and hear it in your ears As if I am there beside you A guide through time that passes slow Written now on this blank window. It starts in black and white My memories cowering from the light An age of movement, of travel back and forth Learning to read and discovering my worth. Beaten sinister hand, Making me write with right, these Archaic rules and superstitions Fill my life with indecision. "What school, what country What language should he speak?" A time of indecision With no decisions made by me. Even then my parents were ambitious, Forcing learning whilst I was swinging free Though tethered to my Father's hand. A push, then all I see is sky Stretched out before me like A satisfactory yawn. "What's an invertebrate?" Is not a question for a three year old, Delusions of grandeur between two chains. Being solo increases pressure Makes you want to achieve something better. Red sweaters now fill my mind, As I enter this brick building for the first time. A place of comfort, of education Learning to colour between the lines. A spot of yellow paint upon a Brilliantly snowy canvas Luckily in a land that's very harmless. Even then I accelerate Never holding on the brake Striving, jumping through the hoops Till the night and its deafening silence. Too much reading made me anxious, Gave me dreams that I couldn't shake Even though I tossed and turned Floundering around like a half chewed worm. Darkness was my only fear Firing adrenaline through my blood Trying to convince myself "There's nothing there, there's nothing there". In my world "there's nothing there", I measured the days with new encounters, "Marvellous Medicine" and "Giant Peaches". It was here my future was fated. I dared to poke the universe Ask it one big favour. Daring not to hope Squeezing on my breath I implored the masters of my life. Finally A decision made by me Among the indecision of eternity. A tender age I left my home Started life anew. Reborn not in fire and future But darkness and tradition. Others now, just as me Away from friends and family. In this place I found myself Realised what cards had been dealt. I spent my mornings, days and nights Walking on the stony paths Enclosed all sides by red bricked buildings With country mist sliding with me. Marching made me feel accepted, Walking side by sides with comrades Friends and companions filling gaps Where family dug the holes. This was the time, the time I made my face to show the world Murdered some parts to create A person that I should be. Years went by, with same routine Of classes, work and joviality. I did my best, as I always do But always fearing for the future. Enveloping my world with all its presence Pressing at my mind It lingered. I do not wish to see my life fly by For my greatest moment to flicker. I fear the reaper and his sickle I fear his touch and I fear for others But utmost I fear to be forgotten. But with resolve I realised I was no seer That I could be what I should be That even through the struggling crisis Through the weeping and the begging The future was not so enticing That the moment is surprising. -Interlude- I avoided it all my life Seeing it all around, Encased and packaged on certain days With others flaunting it Like a new coat. But I had never tried it on Let alone show the world its colours. I was afraid what it would mean How my life could change Or what person I would become. Now it's all strange Strange like the turning of the season When you miss it all together. I must have been sedated Because my vision is blurred And the world seems different. My friend is no longer a stranger She says to me "I'm just very confused right now" I'm glad that she's confused with me. Happy that its me she's confused with. The meaning and the words are there Hanging in the corner of your sight But nobody says anything We don't need to. I like the cold, the frost, the bleak sky. I like having someone to share the chills with. I'm glad I avoided it all my life It makes finding it that much better. The fact is I don't need a coat When I'm wearing it all the time. -Interlude End- My moments were surprising With each day a new street and door. I made the man I wished to be Carved him from my fondest friends Chiseled away my enemies. Even with this I fell. Fell at the last hurdle, Scattering my plans like breadcrumbs Soaking in the tears. I wept and prayed, prayed and wept. But decisions were firm And so did I have to be. But it brings me here. To this very moment, This instant that you are reading That you are seeing, hearing Feeling. It's all determined by the past By our chances and our gambles, I'm here with you now And although this is ending The words are wrapped in dusk and shroud The human voice remains and mine and your story Shall continue And I am not afraid.

Jjtee -> RE: Poetry: By me, myself and moi. (12/22/2010 6:16:15)
London is empty I end the night upon a bus; ears still ringing with heat and lust but dampened by the steamy rain, by the mosaics beyond the windowpane. the ghostly shops and worn out bars lined by gravestones: lonely cars. with drunken mourners on their feet praying to policemen on the beat. but a mired man sleeps alone, inside his sinking cardboard home his breath still smoking in the air. lingering like a longing stare to where we pass a grey lit park; reclaimed by silence in the dark but broken by us turning right a burning chorus composed of light I tread the pavement, I'm truely trollied My shoes and soul are duly sullied. These moments after sin and booze, I listen for my god, my muse.

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