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It is time to think the thoughts
That I avoid in the day,
The thoughts that creep from
Shadows, and enter my mind under
Closed eyelids.
 Jul 2012 Jack Piatt
Black Swan
Graceful swan,
On skates,
You stately glide;
Etching your past
For the world to see.
You exhilarate
In your moment;
Refusing to yield
To the bond of earth.
Twirling, swirling,
Poetry is manifest
Into exquisite motion.
Your rhythm and beat
Cut through the ice;
Body and spirit become
One with the element.

(Dedicated to Michelle Kwan)
Black Swan © 2010
If you could change the things you've done
Would you jump and take the chance?
Or would you leave your life alone
And continue with the dance
If you could make some things better
But know that other things would change
Would you keep your life the way it is
Or would you choose to rearrange?
I wish I had a time machine
For I know what I would do
I would travel back into the past
To spend more time with you
I wouldn't change what happened
I would just relive the past
Because I love when we're together
And it's moments you can't grasp
Would you change the job you're doing
Would you make yourself real rich
Remember though if things you change
Time's  fabric drops a stitch
The things you do when you go back
Will change the things now here
So if you do things different
Your life might disappear
You can go make sick folks healthy
But that will change the scope of time
If I changed the things that happened
you may not end up being mine
I wish I had a time machine
For I know what I would do
I would travel back into the past
To spend more time with you
I wouldn't change what happened
I would just relive the past
Because I love when we're together
And it's moments you can't grasp
There are reasons that things happen
And there are  reasons some do not
Would you change the life you're living
For one that you are not?
I know that I'd revisit
The past for just  a while
And I'd leave things just the same
I'd go back to see your smile
I wish I had a time machine
For I know what I would do
I would travel back into the past
To spend more time with you
I wouldn't change what happened
I would just relive the past
Because I love when we're together
And it's moments you can't grasp
I'd leave time just the way it was
I'd do everything the same
That way, nothing would be different
And I wouldn't be to blame.
I wish I had a time machine
For I know what I would do
I would travel back into the past
To spend more time with you
I wouldn't change what happened
I would just relive the past
Because I love when we're together
And it's moments you can't grasp
 Jul 2012 Jack Piatt
Deepsha
It was right here
look very carefully,
can't recall its culmination
misplaced it in a dally

I remember having it,
smiling at me,
touch it and it would recoil
like a diffident flower,
under drops of rain
with eyes shut tight
it would look up for the stars,
when it would smile
it would sparkle
the innards of its heart,
for tear filled eyes
the sound of mother's feet
was its purest art,
twilight would settle in
against the tantrums
and rumblings of friends,
a penny in those tiny hands
would make it rush
for comics to the world's end,
to every television add
"please bring me this dad"
was its enduring reaction,
barely open lazy eyes in the morning
would fight with mom for just
two more minutes of sleep filled elation,

I could be sure
it was right here,
It slipped like sand
from my tiny clenched hand,
I looked and crushed
to realise in the end,
I lost it is clear,
all it left is a tear,
my innocence so dear,
my innocence, so dear
Because you smell like walking down the candle aisle at walmart
Because you dance badly and often.
Because you understand that Nirvana is more than teen sprit.
Because you read about science for fun
Because you laugh too loud and you drink too often.

Because you made me smile in the most real way.
Because kissing you never got boring,
And because the butterflies never went anywhere.

Because you know who Steve Vai is
And because you like to canoe.
Because you’re a dog person, and you’re a cat person.
Because you didn’t eat normal, and you knew about quiona.

Because your mom has seven christmas trees,
Because you laughed when I sang Prince Ali
and because you were everything I needed you to be.

Because you have funny looking feet,
and you snore too loud.
Because you over think things, and you never relax.
Because you like to hike and because your pets all have strange names.

Because I can still look back and laugh at how silly we were.
Because I still find a way to bring you up in every conversation.
Because our tattoo artist coloured your skin so perfect.
And because you’re more beautiful first thing in the morning than anyone else I’ve seen.

I love you because your hips always fit my hands so perfect,
And because staying up too late talking to you is better than kissing someone else.
Because I’m going to remember your smile and the way your nose brushed mine when we kissed for the rest of my life
And because I will never forgive myself for letting you walk
Because you’re exactly what I dreamed of and nothing I would have expected.

Because I’ve never been good with words,
Because you weren’t either.
Its because when I looked at you, I saw it back.
Because being in love with you regardless of time, distance and rationality ended up being the only thing I’m really good at.
 Jul 2012 Jack Piatt
Pen Lux
this soft silence has me feeling
that there isn't enough to go around.
you're rose petals on black tile,
             indulgence at it's finest.
a dimple twitch, a train to which
station?
motivation,
obligation,
                  regurgitation.
I've been left out, cut out, burnt out.
take my feathers
make arrows
slice through my skin
make wine.
kiss my wounds, attack my goodness,
give me bruises, I'm fine!

I'm lifted
you're gifted
got me
on the edge of
both sides
of your line
shove my face
smash my face
trash my cash and mash
mash mash, until there's bleeding.
-I haven't made it there... yet.

trying to decide what to do with my time
waiting for the wash, dreading the dirt that clings
to clean cheeks and it's only been a few weeks
but I'm burning in madness.

to entertain you would be golden
my brain is swollen with stepping
and it makes me want to be alone.

negative exports, I'm an expert at drowning
with one foot placed firmly on the ground,
the other in my mouth.
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