J Lynne: Poems

This gorgeous liquid light
Spilling over the horizon
Dripping onto our buildings and flooding our streets
Mixing with the river to make some devious potion

This golden, rosy, saturated sky
Folding over into the ethereal plane
Mending the gap between this very earth
And the heavens

Cutting open the clouds to let the angels fall
And greet us with golden wings
Bringing halos of our own as gifts;
settlements and apology for being gone so long
And so distant into the clouds

Nov 2018 · 123

Entropy

J Lynne Nov 2018

Entropy

The natural tendency of energy and matter to become dispersed or disorganized.
The principle of chaos.

If nothing can be created nor destroyed, then where oh where has my mind gone?

Where has my soul gone?

Has it left my body and my bones?
Has my soul seeped into the nothingness surrounding me,
into the deep, hot, misty darkness?

Has my mind escaped?
Escaped into the burning white fire,
destroyed into ash, only to preserve itself.

My mind. Sane. I'm going insane.
and my soul, oh how numb it has become.

They leave me, gone to someplace.

Dispersed; they disperse. Without me - disorganized.

Only to find no one; they float. they drift on.

Me: body, mind, and soul.
My mind: lost, my soul: dark.
But what of my body?

What of my entirety? What of my entity?
Entropy.

Sep 2018 · 994

what i am

J Lynne Sep 2018

what i am

I am one soul, one body, one mind.
I am consciousness and intuition, knowledge and emotion.

I am sun and moon, light and dark. God and Goddess in one space.
I am Earth. Air. Water. Fire.
I am the Queen of Hearts. King of Clubs. Sage of Diamonds. Ace of Spades.

I am my ancestors. I am my mistakes...and my victories.
I am an artist, a hunter of the truth. I am what I create.

I am Dawn. And I am Dusk. Noon and Twilight.
I am life. And death. And decay. And rebirth.
Autumn. Winter. Spring. Summer.

I am forever changing.
For I Am.

On the second day of class, my ethics teacher posed a question. He wonders out loud "Who are you? Change the question and ask your self 'who am I, what am I?" Seemingly a straightforward question.

Logically, each of us should know who we are. We spend a few quiet moments writing about this question, till he stops us.

He askes one boy what he wrote. It was the predictable and reasonable answers: his name, where he's from, his age, grade, favorite baseball team. Not a wrong answer by any means.

The teacher stops us again. He askes what makes us who we are. No one answers, no one was expected to.

He brings up how, scientifically, each cell of our bodies is gradually replaced over the course of seven years. Meaning every seven years you are a new person. Yet, still the same person. How is this possible? If this is true, then what are we really, what makes us who we are, what decides this for us?

He then tells us what we are not.

We are not our names, our ages, where we live, what are hobbies are, what we have. "But," he questions "you all 'have' bodies. If we are not our bodies what are we? Are we are our souls? Do you have a soul, are you your soul? Where is this soul? Where does it dwell? Your body. And what of your mind. If you can lose it, then you have it. If you have it, then you are not it. So, if you are not your body, or your soul, or your mind, then what are you?"

As it turns out, the question is far more interesting than it seemed when first presented to us.

However, I disagree with the teacher on some points. You are your mind, body, and soul, but you are so so much more.

This is what I am...

Sep 2018 · 129

cold empty room

J Lynne Sep 2018

cold empty room

Somebody hold me, Feel me,
feel my soul and be Aware of it.

Somebody touch me, Touch my bones softly
so that they may know Softness.

Somebody hear me, hear my Words.
Hear them Shake and Shiver
in this Cold Empty Room.

Aug 2018 · 636

Take a Walk

J Lynne Aug 2018

Take a Walk

Come, take a walk with me,
in the middle of the rain.
No hood, no boots,
and open-toed shoes...
But who are we to complain.

Aug 2018 · 144

And The Universe

J Lynne Aug 2018

And The Universe

a Woman moaned in ecstasy
at Her own Self-Pleasure,
and out with it
came Star Dust
and Galaxies.

and so was Born the Universe.

Aug 2018 · 135

Far Off Lands

J Lynne Aug 2018

Far Off Lands

There are places that exist,
empires that have been and will be,
Fear, Peace
Ambition, Want
Tragedy, Love...
they dig their vicious claws into the land
and savagely claim their territory.

And we, the lonely traveler, the nomad
merely wander through these nations
living under their rule and obeying their law
until we uproot ourselves,
unsatisfied with the ways of this realm
and greedily move to the next

Wanting, waiting, wishing
to find a land in which we are meant to dwell
so desperately trying to belong to fields,
Fields of Loss, or Gain
of Obsession, or Content

And we live and die in these foreign lands
no map to follow, no road to walk
nothing but the whisper of our hearts
tricking us to follow the curved path
the enchanted path that our heart says will lead to mystical objects,
Treasures of Fate and Destiny,
Riches of True Love, and Meant-to-Be

We live for moments as insignificant and fleeting as footprints in the sand dunes
barely able or wanting to recall when they were there, why they were there

Merchants and prophets belonging to empires of Desperation and Guile and Greed
selling maps that lead nowhere, talking in tongues understood by no one,
claiming to know who you are
claiming to know, of all things, where you belong, what land holds your name.
What land holds your name?

Apr 2018 · 139

if only

J Lynne Apr 2018

if only

The words I said, the things I didn't do
cut scars in my soul

The way you speak, the air you breathe
are like diamonds next to coal

I regret, I regret, oh how I regret
that one little white lie

What she doesn't know couldn’t hurt her, but it hurt me
I felt as if I was slowly dying inside

I feel like an addict
It felt like a piece of heaven
but I'm slowly chipping away

Being close, so close, is like agony
but any farther is like hell

I feel like I'm upside down
There's no way for me to get back up

I'm scared, no, terrified
Because I think I like being stuck

If only, if only, if only you knew
how perfect you are in my eyes

Maybe, just maybe, then you would see
How hard it was for me to realize

You can't, could never, would never
feel for me

The way that I
Feel for you

Apr 2018 · 1.7k

Smoke and Fire

J Lynne Apr 2018

Smoke and Fire

Is it bad that I think, think,
think about the way the end will come.

That I see the water flood the streets,
that I feel the fire burn inside me.

I can hear the animals charging down
roads and fields, as the earth cracks and crumbles.
The tips of my fingers turn cold and blue
as my mind freezes over, and volcanoes boom
under our feet as we bring the world to its end.

The thing we fear arrives at last
and we are all to blame.
I put my heart in quarantine
as pestilence sweeps the land.

War tares us apart as we try to lower our guns,
but we are compelled to do
the things we hate as we attempt to pursue peace.
We run and run and run and run
in search of life that has been trampled by our feet.

The conflict in our midst becomes obvious
as the dust clears but does not disappear.
Our friends beside us grow feral and hostile
as long, ****** fangs are bared.

As the fog rises and the clouds black out the sun,
it becomes clear to me that the end has been here,
but has not taken us all.

And we wait and wonder who goes next
as our comrades turn to competitors.

Yes, we wait and wonder,
as we see the end has come,

but still, it is not here.

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#smoke #fire #apocalyptic

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