I am currently working on more light hearted work after a wonderful year of change . God bless you all..
I must have told too many predators
I was living as if everything were a "go"
Nooooooo....
Of course not....It wasn't
Envy wrangled its way through wrought iron bars to see to it that I was escorted back to where I started
Counting my chickens way before they departed their shells
They all act now as though their plan was to wish me well
It was all just a waste of precious time
I feel like torturing them all alive!
I want to send them all in forward nose dives into alligator-infested moats, then jump into my ego boat and sail by them cackling in triumph and revenge and justice
Shattering the drums in all of their intrusive little ears until all that they can hear is the sound of their own skulls being gnawed on and mangled
I wear a star-spangled banner that speaks in clandestine silence only from now on, which is eternal
Pain will force the thief to shit out my stolen journal
Silence becomes my angelic shadow, always whispering riddles into my inner sanctum
Pig-headed and impossible to instruct
A seance must be conducted to stop me from showing off my colorful agility
I won't flee from it
I don't cover it up
I don't lie, what for?
The score with me must be settled alone
I condone everything outside of me, for I have not the right to do likewise
All of the things I have been taught to despise, I now embrace
My face is all that I must answer to, for within me I know that God resides
Besides, it is not an ugly image
It's a turn on
My ego will be gone in a near realm of the now
How I have come this far unscathed is beyond me to find an answer
So, I no longer question much of anything
I just sing at the top of my lungs every time I have the chance
I am barely into the best of my years and I already feel like an elder, a guru, a guide
I think about all of the tears I have cried in anguish and how wishes so quickly become truths
I am truly grateful to have suffered so intensely so early on so that I have the rest of my days to enjoy what remains of my youth....
9/2/2007
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LIGHT WARRIOR (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This (written ten years ago) was written when I was at the end of my rope on both sides....Someone had stolen my journal just to be cute and so throughout the poem, I gradually become more and more positive and by the end of it I realize that my ranting was a bit uncalled for, although it is out of my head....Hopefully all of my haters had their heads covered with thick hats at the time! I seldom rant negatively like I do here...but just put yourself in my shoes then if you can...Its hard for me to now, reading back on it. I had thought of toning it down a bit, and I did, but not much!
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Such depth and composure...Awesome and mind-bending...Truly a great write!...Our sufferings are usually intended for good, and this poem proves that point...
Thank you very much..Its very INTENSE and I am sure that many are in awe at some of the things I express in my work...but I am an ENVELOPE PUSHER and I don't ever intend to change,,I appreciate you really reading it and making it make sense to you in some way..That Is what it takes to be great writers..I think that many poets on this site don't bother to really pay attention to anyone else..I find it odd when they don't understand how to access our entire body of work ..it just amazes me how many do not get how this site works like AT ALL..then you go and read their FLUFF...I mean I cant believe I am saying this but there are a lot of people on here who need to realize that it is not their forte..The same types of people come with all artistic fields,..like people who are convinced they can sing but to everyone else they are tone deaf and cannot sing....I try to overlook it but it is not fair to we dedicated and talented people, This site was brilliantly designed, but there are far too many who get in the way in the fact that they have to sift through a bunch of fluff to find the good ones..I go in and try to read as many as possible and It is awkward for me to read something three times and get nothing at all from it..I don't tell them,. I just hall ass outta there..lol
Like You, for instance..You don't have a single piece of crap poem in your manuscript I bet...I have a few but I'm still gonna eventually put them out there too
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A powerful outcry against false friends and the torture deceit can employ in the discovery that trust can be shattered. I love the positive finalé of this honest rant Jason - an example of how writing out inner disturbance can unwind the ultimate wisdom of peace. Great read.
Thank you very much. I appreciate you taking the time to read
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