Tag Archives: Poems

Island Fever… (a poem by Jack)

Cold wind…

Tender face.. Listless embrace…

Heaven is on the other side…but my mind isn’t there right now.. It’s far off in another galaxy… Seeking a fallen sun, an illuminated earth.. And a forsaken moon…

Wondering how I too can make my heaven real… But my mind isn’t there..

It’s somewhere else… Somewhere thinking about it..

And “it” is the most accurate expression I can use.. Because it’s all inclusive and implies so much without taking away any..

So my mind is somewhere on it.. Trying to figure it all out.. But it’s impossible to speak… Because it knows no confinement.. So it just remains what it is… An infinite sea of thoughts… With no beginning and no end…

I sit as an island.. Formless and void.. But no man is an island… So I crafted myself a land mass of lies and illusion… So I too can be a manifestation… An island within a sea… A land mass broken off and floating somewhere near the coast of California..

And now I’m here..
With you..
In these words..
In your thoughts…
A glint in your tertiary lens…

Brisk wind…

With it on my mind…

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Is my honesty too strong…(a poem by Jack)

Is my honesty too strong…

Too daunting and too much to take in…

I get it… Too much honesty must be a lie… I mean how can one love so much…How can one possible have that much passion… Feel that deeply…

There must be lies wrapped in that vortex of expression..

After all.. I’m too unbeautiful to be cherished by another… I don’t even love me… Yet you expect me to believe that you see through all of that..

That you have a 3rd eye… One that burns through the haze that any facade can muster… You can actually see me for me?

Lol… There is no facade… I am as ugly as I am beautiful… For you to only acknowledge my beauty is to deny half of who I am… And it’s not me who you love but half of me… And the rest some bull shit you just made up…

And the part of me you deny… What do you suppose I do with that… Keep it hidden? Repressed? Smother it with shame until it suffocates only to be resurrected at a later time… At a time when your 3rd eye will conveniently fail you… And I no longer conceal my unbeauty… Which by now becomes full blown ugly…

An ugly who’s only companion is chaos…

Can my chaos disrupt our structure.. Will you grow mad with the chaos… Will your love keep you sane…will your love be the salvation of my chaos…

Or perhaps your love really isn’t all you thought it to be…

Or maybe just maybe… Your love will abandon us both..

Let that truth reverberate…

Or is my honesty too strong?

Uncaged monkey ( a poem by Jack)

The 100th monkey effect..

Not ready to give something up..

Surrender…

If the host evolves the parasite dies…

I don’t need to live… Just die every day so I can come back and die again!

It’s not order… But it’s harmony.. Like riding on a freeway..

Yet we’re dealing with dualities and opposites..

Misinformed and pleasantries that allow fallacy to go unchecked.. Wrath is in order.. In fact it is the only order.. The purpose that chaos knows best..

In fact let us burn it all… Allow the volcano to erupt.. Allow the magma to destroy everything.. So that we can begin anew.. Start fresh as nutrients risen from the ashes..

Dualities and opposites..

Kill it’s opposite and watch as its lover elevates… Illuminates.. And reinvigorates the truth within us all…

God save the Queen…

Not her at all…

Let us save Our Queen… Let’s resurrect this dead spirit so that we too may be redeemed by her grace..

Quid Pro Quo..

All it takes is for one to change.. The others will fall in line..

Monkey need not see… Need not hear.. Need not say…

Inevitable monkey will do.. The gravitational reality of truth will innately provoke each monkey to do…

Be a good lil monkey….

Give up who you are… And be what you were meant to be forever…

Self-Pity (a poem by Jack)

I wouldn’t expect you to understand

Beautiful people always come… But they never stay…

Taken from me… Either through asylum.. Death… Or just the vicissitudes of fate.. Perhaps it’s all in the timing of it all…

It’s something I’ve gotten used to… But am I supposed to?

As though a glimpse of beauty is all I’m deserving of… A slice of heaven is enough to sustain my essence… Momentarily… Until a vacuum is created…

I’m frail.. Can’t you see?

I need that beauty… Without it.. Well the void fills itself with whatever is accessible..

Memories just happen when you’re alone you know… Sometimes it’s why I run from the solitude.. Can never let the silence catch up to me..

Constantly ducking and dodging the sunset… Drowning out the midnight truths… The quiet echoes just as the revenge reverberates until the whispers amplify into screams…

Neglectful screams…

But I wouldn’t expect you to understand…

I just look up at the stars and some of it begins to make sense… But then I look all around me… And I’m just as bemused as ever…

I don’t even understand it.. So how can I expect you to?

Beauty and the Beasts (a poem by Jack)

She means the world to me…

But the monster in her eye just wants to feed on me..no matter how much she hides it.. Disguises it..

It’s always there.. Lurking.. Waiting…

The monster won’t let me love.. It doesn’t even want her to live…

She claimed she slayed the beast.. But I still see it.. Playing coy.. Fragmented in her emotions…

But love has little to do with this…
It to shall pass..

She will find another.. One willing to sacrifice himself to the beast..

I too shall elope… But with destiny and all she has to offer.. Such so that I can spend each lifetime with her… Comforted by the foreverness of it all…

In this land of the somewhat free and home of the docile… Feed me more is the only anthem…

Chant it with me!

Safeguarding yourself while feeding these monsters is the struggle… All the signs warn us: Don’t feed the monsters!

But how else can I eat… If that’s all I can be…

A hypocrite.. For truth is I can’t feed two monsters…

How can I ever be fit for another… When my own monster is malnutritioned…gaunt because I refused it…

Denied it my love.. But it just refuses to leave…

Can I transfigure who I am?

Become something the parasite can no longer survive on…

Well maybe then… I can honestly show her… That she means the world to me…

Like the time before we bathed in the Red… Basked in the White.. And swam amongst the Blue… And the stars revealed truth instead of enforcing a manifest Destiny…

The stars showed us who we are… Now they just twinkle unnoticed… Refracting the light of the many…representing the hubris of innocence lost…

Bounty Hunter (a poem by Jack Sniffles)

Maybe she’s here to gather a soul on the edge… Why let it go to waste when you can gather it’s remnants as your own…

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Death isn’t what they suppose it to be.. They say I’m selfish… The nerve of them to even claim rights to my existence in my inexistence…

Oh… It’s the repercussions I must fear?

From who? Lol….

Well if she feeds off misery, she will have none here… If she feeds off self-loathing, she will have none here.. If she feeds off the aftermath of wasted potential, well she may get more than she can handle..

But what’s mine is mine, and no one else’s. If I no longer want it, then I can destroy it with no guilt…

And that alone provides a source of satisfaction… An inspiration in a sense…

Ironic..

The idea of some type of morbid attainment…the only attainment is freedom from myself… And the prison I so conveniently created for myself… A self-referential pattern of thoughts and beliefs that keep me confined.. Constricted…

And reduced to a blob of me…

So she may be here to gather a soul on the Edge…But does she want the responsibility that comes along with it…

Perhaps she may see me for me… Shed the filth and simply repackage my core.. Bundle me with another and sale us as a bargain bundle pack…

Two souls… For the price of one…

Twice the despair and half the hope….

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Fear …… Fate (A poem by Jack…)

Why do I have to witness the aftermath of my destruction..

The faces… The tears… The loss

Can I not walk away and turn my back on all the pain…

Sadism I have no affinity for..

I’m just in love with the chaos..

A beautiful desolation..

Let me revel in my contempt… Not contempt for the victims… They’re simply collateral damage..

But contempt that I couldn’t destroy more… So many more psyches to crash… Souls to burn.. Spirits to smash…

Let me build you up… Let me melt you into inexistence… For that is my only expression of love..

How come the memories just fadeaway like it never was…

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Why don’t the memories fade… Haunting me like a ghost… You were just there.. Now.. You are no more… Etched into oblivion… Burnt in the history of abstract desires… And misplaced happiness…

Why does it feel… How does it fell…

Lost amongst the shambles… Why must I know… I’m just a machine built to terminate.. Why do I need to know? I don’t need to see the aftermath… Feel the repercussions.. Know the struggle of reconciliation…

I’m just the demolition man… That’s the life that chose me…and if karma has it.. I too will meet the fate I so earnestly bestowed… Running in circles… Only brings me closer to my destiny…

So why resist?

Let me face this fear I’ve spent forever running from.. This desolation.. This suffering.. If it’s for me to bear… Let it be… Let’s see how much trauma I can sustain…before you turn your back on me…

At least your doings will be justified…

SHINE…. Shine… shine… (A poem by Jack)

I seen a lot of brilliant minds thrown to the wayside..

It saddens me…

Lights shown with the potential of brilliance… Barely able to flicker..

No fire burns… Just a vestige of embers…of what could of been…

Any god that gives up on me is no god of mine…

Perhaps with enough hell their fire will reignite… And flame ablaze…

Sometimes I love myself… And wish the world would too…

Other times I love myself and don’t give a damn who agrees…

But it’s the times when my ugliness prevails…and I feel exactly human and my light slowly dims… And I don’t so much love myself… Just the sole thought of escaping this tragedy becomes my infatuation…

Perhaps on the moons of Jupiter I can reside and love myself forever…

Or perhaps the grass will always be greener… Perhaps my flame was designed to simply flicker…

Oh just bury me in the back of the subconscious.. Make me inexistent…

This lil light of mine.. May have never been meant to shine…

Empty Boxes (A poem by Jack Anonymous)

Alone with no soul I can see…

Stuck in a box with nowhere to go…

Out of place with no place to be…

Surrounded by emptiness and superficiality…

I don’t so much want to be here anymore…

But like I said, I have no place to be…

A slave to my own immortality —the worst kind of misery…

Forever sacrificing myself… Just to fit in a box perfectly tailored for me…

Laughter– the only place I feel free…

Among the stars cheerful and glee… By myself in ecstasy…

In a mirror is the only hope I can see—

But in a mirror they can’t possibly see what I see…

The more self I sacrifice—the more the mirror gives way as to what they can see…

A soulless box – is all that will be left of me…

Soft Shades of Blue….(A Poem by Jack)

Soft shades of blue
Such soft shades of blue
Caressing your unyielding passion

 Displaying the defeat
That enveloped your soul
Severe lost: suffering
This burden you yield
A truth withheld by you and none alike

Your aura…poisoned and capitulated

By the pitfall of your passion

 Away your glance burns
But the melancholy pervades
Inundating, now, my essence
Bypassing my soul
Enticing me to rescue

Lend hand…

Caress perhaps…

For naught
For only you and the blue
Can be

Submerged as one

You are: but for a moment: expelled into an eternal union…

 Farewell mistress of the blue…

An ode to an undergodess: may not be mine... 

Perhaps she's yours... 

An energy of a different nature...

I know of her naught by name... Only by title...And only by fate...For like the tide she leaves as fast as she comes...