Jace Albine

Jace Albine Jun 2021

Draw me a—new.

Jace Albine Jun 2021

The power within always understands
Its all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, its stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices, the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roam
At my door a stranger, trice timed, yet knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That somethings lie; inevitably so

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Jace Albine Jun 2021

It Appears to be Now

While I’m still finding myself.

And where were you?

All?

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Jace Albine Jun 2021

When We Fall in Love

The power within always understands
It’s all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, it’s stance

I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices; the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be

I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roamed
At my door a stranger trice times has knocked
We figure out what there is to have known

I realize excruciatingly slow
That something lies inevitably so

Jace Albine Jun 2021

In always

If I have forever to edit

It’s always going to be perfect—imperfectly.

Jace Albine May 2021

Inner Power

A generation is born onto each individual person

It’s theirs alone to conduct what they will

Jace Albine May 2021

The Vessels Within

Shining lights on the shadows of the past
can dispel even the darkest of figures

But when turning sights towards the future
Blackness consumes what is no longer there

A stars momentary glimpse catches my eye
And I learn the harshest of truths

Vibrations change formations
And so too does me and you

Sullied youths
To wisdom?

Or troubled pasts
To hatred?

The choices of the day reign
While we are awake

Making what we will
And just as much so
As we will not

Navigating through social constructs
Like pioneers through the great big void

Traveling through galaxies beyond our scope
As in searching for some long forgotten home

Places in time that we can call
Our own

The Ever changing abstracts of to know
And to have known

I keep that brilliant brightness within my eye
And go on with the rest of my time