Sunday, 24 March 2013

Sand


My mind
Is
Disguised
Buried
In
A
Sand
Jar
Waiting
To
Drip
Drip
Like
Time
Silently
Falling
Lost
Lost
Forever
Forgotten
Who
I
Am
Who
Am
I
I keep the filthy stick it together tape
On my body
The smell intoxicating as thought
Think
Think
Of what is inside
What cannot be stolen
You are
You are
I am
I am
I cannot choose the right shoes
There is nowhere to walk
Turning circles
Left to right
Right to left
All so very pointless
I wish
I wish
I had not
Whispered
Help
The second day
Of the second month
When time stopped
When I stopped
The paper cross defeated me
I am empty

My mind disguised
Waiting to be buried

I will make red markers
Come back to collect
What has been stolen
What will always be mine.






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  1. Anonymous24 March 2013 at 07:14

    Oh, I so like the last verse where I know you still have your power. It is a total poem itself.

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  2. LLM Calling24 March 2013 at 10:34

    No where to walk - I know that sadness

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    1. Jae Rose24 March 2013 at 12:13

      I'm sorry that you do..hope it is no longer so..

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  3. annell424 March 2013 at 11:15

    Dearest I hear you. If only there was a way to catch you you, and hold you, and keep you safe. Sending you all my love.xoxoxoxoxoxo

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  4. Stan Ski24 March 2013 at 11:16

    Some things they can take, but never keep...

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    1. Jae Rose24 March 2013 at 12:15

      True indeed..the cunning plan..let them think they have taken what they want to dismember..but secretly chuckle inside knowing never never will they take..or keep me..

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  5. Berowne24 March 2013 at 12:50

    Forceful and quite effective...

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  6. Old Egg24 March 2013 at 14:24

    I think that in writing truth mixed with fiction makes for interesting and enjoyable reading. Total fiction is unbelievable but total truth is unbearably painful. Regardless of the metaphors this piece is for weeping over.

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    1. Jae Rose25 March 2013 at 02:53

      Thank you OldEgg..i guess i'm in the write what you know camp -be that actual experience or inside head experience..thank you..

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  7. Anonymous24 March 2013 at 18:07

    as usual jae, your poetry is so deep and psychological...makes me
    go inward and think. TY

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  8. George S Batty24 March 2013 at 19:07

    your mind and what you know is the only thing that is sacred...all else is availale to the vultures..don't mark them red..paint them red...

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    1. Jae Rose25 March 2013 at 02:58

      Thank you OldGrizz..I shall be sure to visit B&Q and get some bright red gloss paint..i can imagine my words writ large on the homes of the arseholes who have torn me from mine..something along the lines of fuck you muchly..

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  9. Unknown24 March 2013 at 19:25

    No one has the power to take or keep you, Jae. You are the master, creator, teller of this story. It is yours. You are it. You.

    So strong, this write!

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    1. Jae Rose25 March 2013 at 02:58

      Thank you very much Kim..i guess that will continue even if I can't write it down any more.. x

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  10. Anonymous24 March 2013 at 20:23

    Love the journey you took as you danced these words down the page. Starting with confusion and fear and all the questions they hang on us. But that last verse is spring as the small green growing things burst from the still cold earth and clarify for each of us, just who we are and that we have survived to arrive again. Wonderful writing, Jae,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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    1. Jae Rose25 March 2013 at 03:00

      Thank you Elizabeth..it did spill out like a journey looking at it now...i hope when it comes to it i can employ actual bravery..

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  11. flaubert25 March 2013 at 09:48

    Jae, I like how the words spill down the page, nicely done.

    Pamela

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  12. queen of the tambourine25 March 2013 at 16:59

    Nice rhythm, I enjoyed this one. I'll have to read some more when I have more time. Thanks for writing, it's wonderful to read.

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  13. totomai29 March 2013 at 06:13

    that was fast like a quick sand. was looking for something to hold on to... i still fall.

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    1. Jae Rose29 March 2013 at 07:55

      I hope it was a soft landing..thank you totomai..

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