jermaine
Poetry, prose, screenplay and freelance writer. / While at Yale Law School, I came to the conclusion that legal opinions were fiction, stories. So I decided to create my own fiction and write my own story, a story that The Law School almost stole. They taught me to discard my own experience as anecdotal evidence. Now I'm searching for my voice, attempting to create the language to tell my experience and write with an untamed voice.
We live to die, be born, die, and live again
Each an expanding and contracting galaxy, racing from and toward Love
No freedom except in Love
All drawn of creation
All design of evolution
One,
or nothing at all.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
I'm awake,
but not quite
Bewitching hour again
Crowded at the ends
nothing in between
Void inside
Dark in my eyes
Sweat chills my skin
Still Trembling still
Awake, I began to ponder
seek the witch and her master
Flick the light switch on
Reach for my dog sleeping at my feet
Turn to touch the snoring woman beside me
Look around again
I am the witch and devil's master
I see
I recognize
But never learn
To sleep or to wake
Such is my self ordered fate
Up again at 4:08
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 5:48 PM UTC