posted March 22, 2014 12:46 PM            

Leafing through renditions
asking questions
wondering why?

I thought I could find answers
among the jargon of planets and stars
yet the prettiness and promises
didn't capture the essence of my heart

I looked to friends
only to find
they tiptoe lightly
afraid to hurt me

Speak plainly
I love truth
the old
broken
and weary
can hear the unspoken anyways

I thought I spied love
once, upon a hill
the colors
flushed with vibrant streams of light
caught my blue-green eyes

I climbed and climbed for years
reached out, within the astral air
albeit nothing was there

A trick, an illusion, a cruel oasis
as I thirsted and hungered
in the middle
of a dry desert of delusion

My thoughts are mine
you may borrow them
juggle and play with them

But as a beautiful child
selfish and stubborn
I want them back sometime
I need the vibration
It keeps me alive

Within this strange
obstinate
wonderful life
full of surprise.

posted March 24, 2014 10:40 PM            

Truth counts.
Absence hurts.
Absent Truth hurts the worst...
May you always know

I love your words, and the wisdoms behind surviving. I love your expressions.

posted March 28, 2014 11:10 AM            

"Truth counts.
Absence hurts.
Absent Truth hurts the worst...
May you always know"

posted March 28, 2014 08:09 PM            

(OOPS, oh-oh!! just got surprised just now.....!! I thought I would be able to post for a several more hours, but roommate got a ride home [yay, coz it's cold outside]. Thought I'd be able to abide in a little more stillness and quiet.... but oh no, he's 'addicted' to having the TV on ALL the time! oh welp, c'est Life! and it's okay. (I'd miss-out on some 'good TV shows' if he wasn't around-- so there's good side to it too.)

Music REALLY helps me soothe self and keeps me inspired, or lifts me out of whatever funks I can find myself in.... I know! I can get my guitar out and make my own Space Music in the back there. haha I can be 'flexible'....

Love you fellow-Gemmy! I know that YOU can understand!

posted March 30, 2014 08:52 AM            

I didn't know you played the guitar...how wonderful!
I play the piano mediocrely, my teacher looked like a leprechaun and was so strict- yelped a lot and made me nervous, but many things he taught and instilled have stuck even still to this day- so I suppose he did something right.

posted March 31, 2014 06:53 PM            

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I read deep love, you my friend seemed to have turned open your heart inside out on the streets of someone else's life. Well, love, as Ms. Goodman said, is all, and all is love.

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I suppose we tend to decipher poetry uniquely and differently from person to person. I just remember writing this one- a few years back and being thankful that morning, I was given the opportunity to sift through and sort things out, breathe poetry and release during that particular said period.

posted March 31, 2014 07:08 PM            

Thank you once again for your kind thoughts and words.

Beautiful song! I love me some E.J. from time to time. I would imagine you have a lovely singing voice. I play mostly older pop music and some sappy love songs. Mainly when no one is home! I don't like an audience either. Remember when I told you about getting up the nerve to try "spoken" poetry...it's basically the same kind of shyness- but I will get over that sooner or later.

I'm sorry to hear you're having Chiron tears. I'm sending a giant hug through the ethers to greet you.

posted April 06, 2014 06:35 PM            

Mirage, thanks it was a nice- I ventured down to my parent's farm for a long weekend. It was lovely to spend some time with them. I suppose they are what some may deem as soul mates, or what have you--they have been together for 51 years, and are just a beautiful couple to be around. It was so peaceful there, my dad said "Jen you should write a poem." In which I told him "Nah I'm liking this feeling of an unbusy mind for a change" It is a wonderful place for the aesthetics and writing though. I have created many poems either during the early morning hush or in the evenings surrounded by sounds of crickets there.