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Poetry

Poetry of my own composition.

[all game]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

a new self-aware
in this place where
magnetism and magic converge;
the presence of the otherworldly

and my reflex is this;
amidst all that subsists
stabilize what is giving off dust and adrenaline,
strategize a lock-in
(covenant in embryo)

call me pregnant.

anticipating conception of promises
transfixed: a new birth
utterly asphyxiating in consideration
of these increasingly singularized lives

How is it that you focus me,
Gently?

Love is a pleasant cancer;
Get me off this Chemo.
(‘cuz it hasn’t been theraputic for months…)

[of shipwrecks and safety]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

up with the sun (for once)
pages past washing mind’s state clean
and open – ink and graphite and font size 10
sentences and lines and words;

letters, all
letters, althroughout
letters to precursors, paradigms, pains

people, all

letters spelling progress, purpose, penitence
patience
letters form a name unknown

so
for now,
this letter is for you:

I.

[mutually insoluble phases]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

The best inspiration has no skin.
The versatility of “you”.

Welcome,
A quiet moment…
It would be so
NATURAL
NORMAL
ORDINARY
…to just off myself
But I’ve chosen to never make that choice.

Watch me
Windh me (up)
Focus to evade outside harm.
(I WRITE MY PAIN ON PAPER
SHE WRITES HERS IN HER ARMS)

We both just medicate, don’t we?
With mechanisms and no solutions
Sister, some of this is yours
You and I are not so unlike.

Perhaps if I begin to…
Ignore Myself!
That will make me go away?

I’ve got currency to blow
on easy fixes tonight and
this street of walls is my
Favourite Collapsible Market

SO, I’M JUMPING BROKERS ON THE SIDE-WALK.

Midnight white lights light fights,
Burn my eyes out and these cataracts die with my sight.

In these, my quiet moments
that I’ve battled for with half my heart;
I’m determined to find you out

for the runner is dead.
and this is just a start

[my demons are better and worse than yours]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

today I
love my life
more than I love you

(both of you, all of you)

consequently:

today I
hate my self
more than what I do

(what I lose, what I prove)

consequences.

[full contact chess]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

Seems
The other side’s mine now
Not so long ago,
I played white:

(Stalemate)

Now I play black and
The “Four Mover” is set.

Hunter; hunted?

Safe assumptions and the unspoken;
I know more than you think I know.

In fact, I’ve got it all figured out…
But there’s no way you expected this move:

(Check)

Welcome back.

[anthem of a heart divided]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

city lights fade
then sleep evades

Effort circles peace
but tonight, I’ll have none
Echoes brake heartbeats
and I break down the sun

a)

probability one percent
kill the words; watch!
(face-time, face-crime)
do you recognize me?

b)

interest is intimidation
kill the difficulty; ha!
(rapid dance escape chance)
what are you getting yourself into?

Bury me, six feet in water
subsistence submerged; suspension.
Twin factions collide but I
found a release: the tension.

[it doesn't have to be]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

I just want the impossible,
because (deep down)
I need an excuse to be aimless.
There is no compelling reason to focus scope
if the heart’s target is invisible.


I just choose the complicated,
because (sub consciously)
I think it makes for better poems.
There is no compelling reason to write stanzas
if the subject’s matter is prosaic.

I just pursue the perfect,
because (gut level)
I know it immunizes me from disappointment.
There is no compelling reason to meet standards
if the system’s tuning is flawless.

[communication (is a lost art)]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in 
the clock has a four and two zeros
this morning i have not forgotten you
and your type written words
are rattling my head

i'm still in

help  me understand
why
all your moments
still shake me

i just want to rip these
feelings from my skull
but the longer i stay here
the more my resistance dulls

i ran the scenarios in my mind
who are you
and why are you in every line?

[it's been so long since]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

I will sing a chorus of my reformation,
The renewal of faith like a boy
Life again a sequence of holy moments;
Which find my saline laced with joy.

Where wanderings of my mind were pitch,
Thoughts now solidify in gemstone forms
Made aware again of your viscous grace;
A salve healing emotions torn.

Every morning an empty pillow by my side,
It fades while your presence falls anew
You know this is a path I’d never choose;
I know all self needs is you.

So I will sing a chorus of being whole,
There is a new thing under the sun
The restoration of living faith;
Romance and music tied into one.

[metaphysiotherapy/synapsalysis]

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4 years ago
by Jerry in

or, [your moments shake me]

wake to urban sanctuary
with a thousand bird songs calling me from dreams
cultivating a strange tenderness
while consciousness flickers like thread connecting seams

perhaps all you will ever be is ether
and maybe
             one day I will hold you that way again

will someone please
                              (please)
tell me what it takes
to get me to stop loving struggle
                    (for struggle's sake)?

throw me (away:a) low orbit
                               and I will watch you with the stars
hope may be a tease (but
it's the
        ONLY
            thing keeping
                         you alive)

another trip around.

I came anyway, and I’ll go anyway -
If you were right about one thing, (and you were probably right about everything) it was
irregular heart beats misaligning, misguiding;
missing.
Thank you for saying
an honest word that cut deep and left a wound that can be trusted.
In the long-term scope, I could not have lived with myself if you had said yes.

WON'T YOU BE
(i think you are)
MY FAVOURITE PHANTOM
(so haunt me please)

I cannot face tomorrow without you, it seems you're all I need.
CLUSTER|THOUGHT|BOMB
Breach of Trust.
*remove skin*
CAN YOU SET PARAMETER TO MY GENESIS?
so-thin/ly-worn,
CAN YOU DISMANTLE ALL MY CLEVER ARGUMENTS?
un-time/ly-born.
…CAN YOU MAKE SENSE OF ME?

i cant

i’ll be
trading my snow for sand
and home for offshore lands;
sleep for senses
and
sheep with fences
beating me senseless
(nothing prevents this)

It would be so perfect if you would take on skin…
For I’ve thieved and stolen and taken through.
Heaven smirked while our eyes danced avoidance,
And now it seems one thing remains true:

How I love loss and rationalize you.

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