In the sepia evening,
the day crumbles away,
trickles to night,
my hands are blue,
trousers torn,
ripped and worn ,
a black rainbow,
venturesome overhead,
brilliant in its lunacy.

-Jamie F. Nugent

When lovers embrace
I can't help but take notice
this world's love and peace.

My Heart,
a pulsing red mass of veins
and arteries
surrounded by golden auras of emotion…
yes that…
It is peeled back
to the core
and once, again,
I lift myself off the floor
broken by my own doing
wanting the potential of more
I am so ready to be taken
my flesh incarcerated into yours
I am so ready for love
to cherish and be adored
Right now I feel sore and bruised
my marriage bed
empty in its occupation
I am raw
with longing
torn up in frustration
Beats of love pulse through me
wanting to be expressed
longing for release
for give and take
at its best
I want those rhythms
to freshly enter my soul
and, though maddened by my
                               own derelict passion
know freedom is my goal

One day, I whisper to myself, rocking
the crimson ***** tenderly,
One day this will come
This ever full love I deserve
In the meantime
I rise, and fall, and rise again
My heart's ancient descent
into self-knowledge
and care
so expertly preserved

Girl with the gray eyes,
Girl who trips over her words,
her pretty dead stare-

Blue eyed boy, shy, coy,
he grabs her when she stumbles,
he loves when she stares-

Nice weird nervousness,
strange electricity pours,
static, when they touch.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Hot tears, streaming down cheeks
like raindrops hitting
on spaceship windows,
just before it leaves this world,
and all it's thin white worry;
Even Lazarus must have counted
the ticking of the clock,
just as his soul imploded
inside the crux of a blackstar;
He blindfolded himself
so we would not see what he saw,
and he never knew the people
he made weep,
but they understood him.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I was born
Without a voice
And given in its place
A way to feel differently
About the things we perceive
To see the bitter crush of reality

I was young
When I found out
What finding is all about
A way to believe differently
About the things that we need
And the reasons behind necessity

I was born
Without a voice
But I found one

I was born
Without a voice
But not by choice
By harsh and dark reality
This light I see I need to share
I found a voice if only to say I care

Because when you feel
No one else is there
I wanted to tell you that I was
I was born
Without a voice
But I found one