(resonance of reforming) » Poetry

[happiness]

Jerry — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 04:29:00 +0000

happiness

less an event
more a state

that you and i

and we

create.

[walking disaster]

Jerry — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 18:23:00 +0000

Compelled

to stretch the veneer of life
over inanimate characters (text)---
safe-haven found in one name
capability a culpability to deriving abstract

Connexions

from one thought unto another

and into a new and fearsome wreck/ruin

we kindle our fires in the ancient forge
so constant and regular in neglect;
love, felt.
love, chosen.
love, augmented by incarnation
                   in-carnation
                   formulation: solidarit-us.

simple complexity-
the only contradiction
is in the indictment raised//nothing is simple
                             without being likewise and equally complex
                             and nothing complex is not reducible
                             to a simplicity (of explanatory
                             impetus)

what?
-yes,darling-
you mean all
and i   will  kill / whate'er interfere
and i thrill still / fore'er in here

tag a suffix on
the common : love-lock
let man not separate, let us not separate
let I not---
            mutiny.
            subvert
           insurrect
           undermine
           (       )
            destroy

wicked:
the murder of my heart is a daily task
too urgent to restrain---

& i’ll stab ‘er m’self

o’er & o’er ’til th’

bloody thing ain’t n’more

-

a r’minder…

of what i’ll ne’er be ‘gain

(heart o’ my emnity with G-d)

[your mental affairs
[always were adultery
[and it surprises not
[that the fruit of
[thoughts and keystrokes
[is the desecration
[of your bed

we go out of]

our way to deal]

in surface tension]

when we know]

that the poison]

is really the]

ocean's bed]

what?
-hey,stupid-
            (pants-on-head...)
axe-grind the root?

substance is something most never fathom

the depths of - intangible and complex/simple

life and breath and (Christ); the whole world

is counting on me and I didn't even know it

Teach me to Speak - this uneducated tongue needs your Word(s) to go on.

[a theory of breathing]

Jerry — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 03:34:00 +0000

just
a week/world away
emerging from the wilderness of names.

can i have my ability to think coherently back
now that the fate-spasms have lifted?

(displace the heirarchy)
redefine self | rediscover health
-blame the magnets and the magic;
the singularity charge...

a single
        pulse;
("blood"has a new meaning)
- a new;
        blended identity

maybe there is room for two in this universe?
(no, just one!)

soon the eyes will be on us
plotting our maps to forever
and when i allude to you it is everything
i treasure in this life;
                       lyrics, substance, colour, light
                       and poetry so meaningful.

you/make me terminal
    "       hope
    "       (hate abortion
                          of love)

i make/cut this covenant
-never to half-mean
never to half-love
-never to halve us
for

we've waited long enough in these
states of matter, states of heart:
(ice to preserve, water to waken)
vapour to breathe a beautiful start

[starting a camp-fire in a snow-storm]

Jerry — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 00:53:00 +0000

Oh,
how sweet the sound of You changing me!

It sounds like my heart torn out, through every vein and artery.
It sounds like a million doves in slow descent.
It sounds like my thoughts engulfed in flame…

It sounds like galaxies cowering, universes quivering,
and the bone-crunch of fallen worlds beneath Your feet,

Oh God; All of them my own!

[driftwood]

Jerry — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 13:09:00 +0000

I haven't been sleeping well lately.

Every morning, no matter the time, feels like Stupid O'Clock™.

And I feel like driftwood - dead and rotty and far away from you.

My face is growing back, or at least what's left of it.

I know that in time, I'll find the old me here and that scares me to no end.

Words in my mouth feel like a fistful of unswallowable soda crackers - chalky at best.

...and all I really need is sleep.

[twin heart]

Jerry — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 19:43:00 +0000

(i wrote this to the sound of cities burning)

and it is
a choice i made
but a choice i feel
sounding my depths
in all of time;

(no one has ever looked better)

and you
you are the entirety of my need
the riptide pulling me together

every instant that passes takes me, just a fraction
just a fraction of time closer to
that stable place;that stable face (intricate & without blemish)

call it my stable race,
                       the stability chase ended all but a heartbeat ago

so i stop shaking
and my quivering ends
in the quiver *(fills for me
to shoot this world full of ballistics)

though i must confess a
preference for

melee
combat - as a

general
rule

focussed eyes
with broken feet
now walking free
amidst this deep
and brand new truth
you become a
warm plan
to me and i
become stable

[the finale/finally]

Jerry — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 03:14:00 +0000

Cold Focus; Warm Smile; Full Heart
So tired of - So many False Starts

I wanted to know who you are,
and now I know -
How is it you focus me,
Gently?

Gentle Focus, Love:
                   Pleasant Cancer
please make
a dream awake/
        /new reality;
rewrite mathematics -
one plus one equals

I just:
Want   a) the impossible
Choose b) the complicated
Pursue c) the perfect
and
find you) all of the above

come with your
              Eyes Like Oceans
                    (awash)
for drowning
    these waters of certain hand

So
for now,
this letter is for you:
I

and
forever,
this word is for "I":
Do

(Checkmate:
 One last time out of the hypothetical!)

Our Cord
        of three strands
Create:    Christ, Wife, and

Husband:
"As Christ loved..."
        so for you I
Resonate.

Resonance-
A halo for your digit, ninth from the right
take it (and) take me (and) mine be - glory;
                      Stephanie, be my wife.

[thoughts on snow]

Jerry — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 02:48:00 +0000

half frozen…
not quite water, not ice!
an abomination;
beautiful glorious layers of death upon the fertile soils
slowly freezing every precious tendril of the human spirit

solid veins stiff:
bring a sun

[a clear cut]

Jerry — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:27:00 +0000

Note: This was mostly written by Steph; I just fiddled with it at her request. And yes, published it with her permission. I’m good like that. Collaborative poetry is fun. Can I say that?

words have a way of
words have a mind of
words have a life of
their own.

One word can spark a fire,
Two words can put it out

Three words can change a life.

bring out your sword
cut down the words

before
they leave my mouth
they change my world

or pour
your healing touch
upon them
so they

become
a tiny seed;
a rainforest.

[my dailies]

Jerry — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 04:27:00 +0000

sit down, stand up
feeling bad and feeling better
i’m just a bicycle wheel
on heavy rotation,
this silent radio signal
ain’t helping me none

bed; a coffin
clock; the nails
clock me
right in the head