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644 · Jul 2019
Entropy
Jack Jul 2019
A grain of sand in the desert of my life,
my mind stores you in dunes,
in overwhelming abundance.

I create winds, sandstorms, tornadoes
to shape you,
to move you,
still you settle the same,
with mathematical precision.

Governed by physical law,
governed by bleeding and raw,
governed,
I want you more,

I feel you slip from my grasp ,
shifting the sands of my mind,

I wait for a deluge, a torrent,
a hope to bring new life,
a new form,
an awakening...

a forgotten seed,
and
the
rain
would
find
you.
474 · Jul 2019
Ebb and Flow
Jack Jul 2019
Rain washing through my open heart.
Glistening in the breaks and lacerations.
Bloodless drips abolish the memory of pain.
Faculty of mind syphoned, immediate sublimation.
I roam eternity, interstellar dust once more
From where I came, I shall return.
456 · Jul 2019
Terminal Velocity
Jack Jul 2019
See all of her beauty painted in those words.
Feel the warm silk of her voice flowing softly.
Reaching out closes the immeasurable distance.
She folds time as if it were a sheet of paper,
She folds paper knowing it is a piece of time.
I have bathed in her kindness.
I would have drowned in her love.
327 · Jul 2019
Fracture
Jack Jul 2019
I fell,
in love with your broken.
I fixed you
then
set
you
free.

Fractured,
in words left unspoken.
I'm broken
as
broken
can
be.
303 · Jul 2019
Lithium
Jack Jul 2019
Your echo is my sentiment.
You speak of resonance and depth,
your speech is dampening,
and shallow.
Our memories filter the doubt,
and you can no longer push,
so I pull.
I win by default,
non compliance of request.
You quickly breathe out,
so I can breathe in.

Then,
You are here.
autistic,
a christmas day in July.
282 · Aug 2019
The Tourist
Jack Aug 2019
We travel so far,
plagues in the jetstream,
bugs in the mainframe,
a glitch,
a worldwide *****,
an unscratchable itch.

We are caught,
like an insect,
beneath a glass,
on a window,
nowhere to hide,
all for the best,
here for scrutiny,
to be examined,
under the microscope,
under the hammer,
under the glare,

and for a minute there...
I lost myself.
250 · Jul 2019
Unbroken
Jack Jul 2019
We lie, locked in our death embrace.

Frozen in eternity.

Your bones hold all the beauty of your flesh.
208 · Jul 2019
Primal Slave
Jack Jul 2019
I am depth in shallow worlds,
not for material wealth,
the answer to every question,

but,
I
hold
no
contest
to
the
beauty
you
possess.
200 · Jul 2019
Rhythm
Jack Jul 2019
I am naked of you,
once again, unclothed by love.
Unfurnished,
I know everything of nothing.
In sympathy of tears,
this air gives up its fluid,
hydrogen separates from oxygen.

Locked in these cycles
we hold our own truth.

Pulsating in rhythms
we pass through aeons.
166 · Aug 2019
Eternalism
Jack Aug 2019
The music plays softly,
but only in your eyes.
We have not heard what you know,
we do not know where you go.

You tell me you are glad I am here,
that you know I do good things,
then you leave.
Your delicate gait,
and your thousand yard stare speak volumes to me.
You leave, slowly,
a disappointed raincloud that had not the strength to spill one single drop.
All the while your inner monologue is burbling out,
a storm drain that has given up its fight with the deluge,

" and then you came home,
on the 5th of November,
and that was the day,
and you left the sea,
and I made your bed,
and the radio broke"

every word autonomous,
a programming error,
a glitch,
static that will not ground.

Your eyes scream of a child imprisoned within their glassy walls.
Then,
like a child at a party,
you are led away,
vice like grip
softly takes your arm.
This party food is soft,
easily digested,
and saltless.
There are no balloons,
there is no cake,
but...

there is music.
The music of your eyes finds me again,
singing of yesteryears and dried up tears,
and all the gaps found inbetween.
You force me to fill in the blanks of you,
of all you were,
of all you will ever be.
I reduce you to a name on a door,
a pattern in a bed,
a product of a battle not won.

I have come to do good things,
I have come to let you break my heart.

When my future imprisons my youth,
when I break this moments heart,
it is then,
it is there,
where the beat goes on
163 · Jul 2019
Perpetual Eternal
Jack Jul 2019
Blind to passing of time,
terminal temporal velocity.
Intermittent appearance in mind,
stroboscopic lighting stealth,
vision emblazoned in neurons,
neutrons,
electrical impulses connect.
Static between interstellar fingers,
forgotten moments later.
Electricity no memory,
memory is electric.
Close eyes to see,
believe future is happening.
Ripped apart by cosmic rays,
very own building blocks,
play well together.
Clouds are not for rain.
Have yet been invented,
lungs do not breathe,
air does not exist.
Memory, from the future.
Because all time is now
157 · Jul 2019
Inquietude
Jack Jul 2019
Broken in circles,
this
spiral
down.

A remnant,
a relic,
valid.

A black mass
in vacuums.

Incision.

Specimens
cultured.

Future calling,
sleep.
Docile,
now humble.

Humility.

The expectancy of life.

This pregnancy of hope
157 · Jul 2019
Wooden Boxes
Jack Jul 2019
There is a box,
out there,
for me,
from unknown land,
and unknown tree.
'Til quietus reached,
we
will
not
fasten.
But I know,
you
will
hold
me,
with all the love of a long lost friend.
154 · Jul 2019
Nucleosynthesis
Jack Jul 2019
Love's light shines through the night;
it washes me clean.

I am born of sunrise; every single ray.
Every living day has lived through me.

My morning; explosively glorious.
My noon; sustaining and vibrant.

It is here...
Here, in my gold-drenched mid afternoon glory,
I see...
I see how wonderfully consuming my sunset will be.

Our rays are eternal...
142 · Aug 2019
Flos Diem
Jack Aug 2019
The joy of a child,
running through a graveyard.
The laughter of children,
echoes from the gravestones.

A figurehead in porcelain,
set in a volcanic necklace.
A queen,
a goddess,
an Angel.

You disappear with the fragments of my mind,
they can not hold you forever.

Were your name not etched in stone,
I would surely forget you.

To remember you
is to render us void

If only i could learn to forget
139 · Jul 2019
Patriarch
Jack Jul 2019
Finally exposed,
beneath a wing.
She is harbinger and harvester,
gnawing, undermining a foundation.
Her self belief,
deathly evident.

An induced epiphany,
with drip-fed stealth coercion.
Now self aware,
to purchase life.
In permanent daylight
he regains solar nourishment.
No longer frantic.
135 · Jul 2019
Gestation
Jack Jul 2019
TV eyes open,
Radio heart beating,
Mouth search engine,
Random access mind,
Hardware bones,
Software genitals
Organic interface,
Copy files,
Run programme...
130 · Jul 2019
Theia
Jack Jul 2019
A primal inertia has held us together.
I dream of a time where we collided,
when we danced together in a molten tango,
a violent waltz of heat and fury.
As our heavenly bodies fell into each other,
we shone a light into the darkest of worlds.

You governed my forces,
shaped all I was ever to be.
A gift of enduring stability,
a womb, a cradle,
a playground.

but now,
a heavy force,
a heavenly force,

a gravity,
that which pulls us ever further apart.
I have all the power of this world but still...
still I can not hold you.
With every passing moment you grow more distant,
Your face, as I will always remember it, is frozen in time.

But still you shine on,
You give light to the dark of my night,
You give hope to the life that I hold.

You are my companion in time.

You are my distant love.

I am the earth,

and you,

you are the moon
120 · Jul 2019
Debridement
Jack Jul 2019
Oh for the hand that has raised,
that has haunted.
The forcing of flies
through this carrion heart.

Everyone is lost,
not just those you have found.
You found them in photographs,
buried underground.
Confessing all to time,
conceding time to all.
This murderous reproach,
of "every time we fall".

Tearing every tormented second apart,
eating at the meat from your tick-tock heart.
The Thrones in your heart start taking stock,
stop all the wounded time lapse clocks,
then,
open
the
locks.

Let me in
let me in,
little piggy,
let me in,

where you end
and where I begin...
117 · Jul 2019
These Alliances
Jack Jul 2019
Trapped and static,
particles infiltrate my breath.
I am compressed,
I am held,
this cell,
this hell.

Hate,
rejection,
approval,
my captors.

I immerse myself in white noise,
I reside in my sorrow,
in my despair,
in chains, in tears,
this cellular embrace.
109 · Aug 2019
Default
Jack Aug 2019
In loops of chaos you bring me your worries,
your TV radiation and unsmelled gasses.
A training day,
an industry standard,
all the things we have not yet invented.

The tumble dries,
and the deadlove flies,
all lying on your window sill,
yet still,
I am not for talking,
I am not for sale.
My answer is not to your question.
And the weeds?
The weeds they have all overgrown,
grown all over your mobile phone.

And I have worries of my own.
Those I have not yet invented.
104 · Jul 2019
Profusion Theory
Jack Jul 2019
There are moments in life which scar our memories.
I have always been fascinated with capturing those moments,
it is our best hope of achieving immortality.
100 · Jul 2019
Natural Selection
Jack Jul 2019
The melancholic moon hangs, guilty in the mourning mist.
The murderous sun rises to execute the closing vapour.
Innocent winds unknowingly disperse the evidence far and wide.
And I awaken from my snow-filled dream to shower under forgiving rain.
As ignorant to nature's glorious torment as volcanoes are to life.
100 · Jul 2019
Your Beautiful
Jack Jul 2019
Beauty, in my eye, yet I do not hold you.
Every curve, every contour, every thing.
A desire in me, exceeding need for breath.
******* my soul with her very existence.
That I could clothe myself in her wake.
Immerse this broken into her healing.
Fate propels us to futile fusions, desolate.
Unrooted in fertile lands, I am nothing.
Lifted by your beautiful, I am everything.
96 · Jul 2019
Ripped Apart By Gravity
Jack Jul 2019
I am holding nothing now,
it weighs me down like a spoonful of neutron star.
Degeneracy Pressure holds me still,
holds me close.
You were once my volume,
your leaving has me as mass.
Superheavy,
we are subdued by Pauli Exclusion Principle.
I envy event horizons,
the electrons of emotional collapse.
This Pressure holds me up
and I shine on alone.
94 · Jul 2019
Universale Excusatione
Jack Jul 2019
Pristine elements exist here,
carbon facsimiles are forged,
in Proper Space,
in Proper Time,
expectant and delivered, all packaged,
uncontrollability in a controlled environment.
I offer Universal Apologies.
Oh the atrocities I commit in alternate worlds.
So hold me, and hold me responsible,
responsibly.
I am finite in my infinity,
I am futile in my future.
My existence in an infinite universe.
93 · Jul 2019
Custodian
Jack Jul 2019
In solitude I hear voices,
whispering,
demonic.

A mumbling,
that which my innocence can not decipher,
a frequency,
a pattern,
a code.

I am invited,
needed,wanted...
desired.

Sleep takes me,
I hear them clearly now.

They speak of terrible deeds,
and in my struggle to wake,
they force me to sleep.
90 · Jul 2019
Porcelain in Amber
Jack Jul 2019
A winter's day with frozen pipes,
and twin cut legs with all the gripes.

We harvest snow,
from
the
fallen
tree,
for tea.

The musky air inside holds all its dust,
suspended in a moment that will always break my heart.

These years have yawned away,
and I no longer play.
Oh the lies we spend on youth,
but not here,
not in your heyday,
your palace,
our genesis,
our kingdom of roots,
of where you end and I begin.

And while you sleep,
the spiders drink from your mouth,
as though there was never a drought,

But,
I know you will not flood me again.
89 · Jul 2019
Quantum Ground State
Jack Jul 2019
Separated by space and time,
but you are forever mine.
Sepia sun faded memories shine.

These desperate remnants haunt,
and they taunt...

I hunt in these tattered impulses
Oh the frequency, eternal rhythm
All that I am is all that you are
Immortality in neurons
85 · Jul 2019
Fossil Fool
Jack Jul 2019
Our freedoms imprison us.
Even now we want more than we need,
tho' we do not yet know what we want.
We do without knowing,
we know without doing.
We do without nothing.

Scaremonger the tip of our iceberg hearts.
This is this race of a thousand false starts,
and we, the runners, the player of parts.
We with the stones and the broken glasses,
You with your runaway greenhouse gases.
Her heart, still molten,
we've frozen these assets.

This horse is gone,
yet we search for the locks.
We look to the skies,
we watch all the clocks.
The second hand,
our second thoughts.
This futile search,
these last resorts.

This weight of extinction is heavy,
shackling life's gift of buoyancy,
of optimism.
It pulls us under the rising tide of humanity.

We belong to the future,
It does not belong to us.
85 · Aug 2019
Incubation
Jack Aug 2019
You tell me I'm no good.

You chop me up for firewood,

and all the while my thick black smoke bellows through your veins,
searching,
looking for a place to call my own,

a cell to make my home,

it is here I will begin...
83 · Jul 2019
American Girl
Jack Jul 2019
Sadness echoes once more in my chambers,
pain, residing in me like a filthy squatter,
and my heart is squalid,
unfurnished.

Surrounded in you,
you are the fastness of my echo.
75 · Jul 2019
Primary Care
Jack Jul 2019
Frailty is your beauty.
Your inbuilt obsolescence
drives me to maintain you,
to hold you,
to protect you from the progress.
It comes in words.
It comes in boxes,
a gift not chosen,
but forced upon you,
as life itself is.

A jack in the box,
a trick can of worms.
You wait until you are opened.
In stasis,
awaiting some momentary joy.
Gone too soon,
a heartbeat not followed by another.

I was not the first to touch you,
I will not be the last to hold you.
74 · Jul 2019
Epsilon
Jack Jul 2019
I echo your curves,
fluids push into every corner.
You hold,
your stance immaculate.

I am cocooned in your harmony,
your stability.
You flatter me.

Filled with the highest of energy,
we revel in our chambers of combustion.

We are not fossils yet.

— The End —