December 14

December 14

A Poem by J



I grasp for a beginning to this headlong dream 
buried in nervousness and a never-ending confession 
given only to shimmering. Of night and the soft melody of words 
precious and precociously open, the not-quite-painted veneer 
of so many cities washed under my version of the apocalypse. 

Summer is as near as it can be right now, the sticky sweetness 
delivered in the form of rain, sweat, and the fire of revelry. 
To turn each blade of grass over and over, and wonder 
at the fragile majesty blocked from the rays of the sun, 
trampled under the shoes of a pedestrian too in love 
with the bustling aimlessness pervading this fortress 
I navigate with just as much unneeded haste 
and fickle lust.

This is my home every second day. The moments between 
are kept in a lacquered box stained with the scent of mischief 
and roses, four walls never an eventuality but a cause 
for some, the lid brightly burnished with my idea 
of equilibrium. 

If so, this balance needs no burning wheel of karma 
or some indentured philosophy, whispered and tortured 
into a strain believable for the most malleable ears, each word 
delivered with a stony thrust pulled from some dusty thesis 
expounded over and over upon until all truth is shackled 
to the point of delivery to none. This is not my home 
or what I claim as freedom 
to be won. 

© 2010 J



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dude, deeper as far as sentence depth than your usual, more slow and made of fire and brick than chocolate and tea. I very much like.

"I grasp for a beginning to this headlong dream,"
IMHO, you should erase this right now { I know you can pull another sentence just as suited from your brains to replace it}
so that no one sees it yet and you can use it for the first line of the book you write, its perfect, it could go anywhere and resolve everywhere. Seriously. You should listen to crazy ole me. I'm right this one time.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Georgous, lucid and devastatingsly honest to goodness poetry at it's best J!

Long time no read.

Smiling at you,

wishing you the best

for Chrimbo and the year ahead

Tai

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

someday, I want to be able to write like this, the voice is so large, so soft, the words lay perfectly, I would be jealous of your talent if you weren't so charming

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

bustling aimlessness...
I navigate with just as much unheeded haste and lust.
only you can make aimlessness so very agreeable..
Faiz Ahmed Faiz once said ''Zindagi mushahida hii nahii mujahida bhi hai''...
life isn't just all about observing,its more a struggle...
to me your words seem like a beautiful,brilliant mind's struggle to be finally free...
or i might be very wrong...but i loved it...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I smashed this out in 5 minutes. Didn't think about it. Guess I've had a lot on my plate lately. Wayyy too much :D

Posted 6 Years Ago


dude, deeper as far as sentence depth than your usual, more slow and made of fire and brick than chocolate and tea. I very much like.

"I grasp for a beginning to this headlong dream,"
IMHO, you should erase this right now { I know you can pull another sentence just as suited from your brains to replace it}
so that no one sees it yet and you can use it for the first line of the book you write, its perfect, it could go anywhere and resolve everywhere. Seriously. You should listen to crazy ole me. I'm right this one time.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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