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Jade Louise May 2015
I got tired of pushing the world around today
I took a tiny Nap

The humans
They will all agree
That there was just something strange about today
That time seemed to move more slowly
That I didn't seem the same

I wasn't pushing the Earth
With the same force
And I was slow  
Switching the stars with
Blue Sky
And the Moon with
The Sun

And yesterday when I was pushing the world around
My grip slipped
And I sent it spinning
People’s thoughts tumbling
Into their sentences more quickly
Their pace
Faster
Our world spinning
Faster

And they will say the day just slipped away
Time moved quickly
And I will sigh

And I will try to get it right tomorrow
I will try to synch myself up
With the time on their clocks and watches
I will try not to complicate things

By being another Dimension

The humans want to break me into lines
On their watches
They call me Time
They say I'm simple
And that I only fly when they are busy
Or they are having fun

But the truth is
So much stranger than that

~ JL
Jade Louise May 2015
Hell is full of
Heat
Anger spun in ***** like Cotton Candy
Pink and Red
Hues of hurt and hate

The Earth is
A blue canvas
Of stretched out sky
And fresh dirt
Hues of humanity

Heaven is like stretched glass
The truth looking out
A vision of infinity
Infinity at its finest

And limbo is stuck in between
In between waking and sleeping
Between heaven and hell
Earth and the Afterlife

Its being neither here nor there
A decision left unmade
A book never finished
The truth stuck on the tip of someone's tongue
Unspoken
A waiting room
To await
Waiting

We frown on Limbo
For being undefined
Except sometimes Limbo
Comes before Heaven
And After Earth
Sometimes not Knowing
Is part of the Journey
Jade Louise May 2015
This moment is final
They tell us
This is the end
Coming up against a new beginning

But how do we make sense of time
How can time
Be framed in bookends
One hour marked apart from another
One day pulled apart from the next

We try to take things apart
But graduating
Doesn't end our education
Stories live outside of their pages
Ideas
Stretch beyond their words
And People
Live even outside of their bodies
Their ashes swept up by the wind and water and mountains
Their genes alive in their children

Some moments
Some people
Are too big
They continue
To live
Into infinity

I think our ancestors had it right
When we began to wear time on our wrists
Not in a Line, or Square, or Single Dot
But in a Circle
To Infinity*

~JLH
Jade Louise May 2015
The carnival was asleep
It had been for years
A stiff frozen Big Top
Unused gelato machines
Fading in streams of color
Like a crying watercolor painting

Falling asleep on the Ferris Wheel
Was never my intention
It had been standing still
In the heart of the abandoned circus town

We travelled through it
Like cells of life
Permeating
A ghostly forgotten world

Our eyes twinkling with the wind and stars
Our feet living inside our boots
Stepping over
Clotted patches of dirt

And then we began to climb upwards
To the stars
Reaching to the sky
I climbed high enough
Trying to brush up against the ink black sky
Fireflies dancing in circles
The moon's craters smiling to me
In the most genuine kind of smiles
The lopsided and distorted kind

And we climbed upwards
In the frozen ferris wheel
We climbed like ants
We crawled through its spokes
Like we were suspended in a giant bicycle wheel
We climbed into faded pastel passenger cars
In our tiredness
We fell into them
Our thoughts suspended
Like the sky's stars
Hanging in the sky
Resting

We were in the most abandoned place
Yet we were breathing life into it

And then
The ferris wheel began to turn

Even the most abandoned places
Even the most ghostly
Can be awoken

By life

And with that
The Ferris Wheel began to turn
Joining the earth in its motion

And we each fell asleep
All of us
In our own faded passenger cars
Separate but connected
Turning with the world

Like a lullaby
Gently being rocked to sleep
By the Earth
Under the midnight sky
Earthlings, all as one

~JL
Jade Louise Apr 2015
He's singing a song with his eyes
And everyone can hear it

People sit with their heads down
Facing the red light
Ignoring the loudest sound a human can hear
Silence

Trying to ignore the loudest vision we see
The man on the median
Without a home

And he's singing a song with his eyes
And everyone can hear it

The red light has paused us
Forcing us to stop
Some of us try to continue our motion
Through our phones or radio
But something has stopped

Some of us are angry
Feeling that he’s taking advantage of the pause
Filling the pause
And the silence
With a picture
Framed by our window
That we didn’t ask for
But he exists whether we see him or not

The column of traffic
Before the left turn
Is filled with empathy, resentment, and judgment
all at once
The feelings running into each other
Like waves of water
Sloshing between the cars

“Being homeless is a choice”
“He didn’t ask to be homeless”

And he's singing a song with his eyes
And everyone can hear it

He used to have a home
He lived in wealth

And sitting in one of the cars before the red light
Is a man that used to be without a home

But the man on the median is happier somehow
Not all men on medians are happy
But somehow
He is
How strange

He disturbs us because he is one of us
A fellow human
Living in a way we aren’t


~ JL
Jade Louise Apr 2015
The clouds are hiding the sky's secrets today
They're stretched cotton
Folded like dark grey laundry

The sky needs to cry
To wash the earth in its tears

Its tears fall
Like liquid glass
Running down

***** buildings
And walls of graffiti
And maroon trees
Metal cars
And into a mill pond
That was so still
You think it had never been touched
Jade Louise Apr 2015
She thought she was broken
So she began to search
She looked through lonely drawers for thumbtacks
Through soft cardboard boxes
For superglue
On worn wooden desks
For staplers and tape

She looked for
Fastening devices
Fixing tools
To piece herself together

She felt her heart was fraying
And that her buttons were pulling at their thread

She wanted to fasten
One sleepless night
To a restful one

One bad dream
To a good one

One rush of tears
To clear eyes

One cluster of confusing thoughts
To a simple idea

But fastening is for dolls
Dolls need fixing, adjusting

People
Don't

We come undone
Only to find ourselves
More strongly
Stitched back together*

~JLH
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