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 Aug 2014 James Jarrett
nivek
love is a fulltime job:
the only job worth having
 Aug 2014 James Jarrett
Petal pie
Blue **** figuerines
Wonderfully poised and serene
Simple yet perfect
In the house of the unsaid
Tears are glass beads that drop
The ***** on the bone china

Blood spittles the lips, hair
Raises the dead the cut
Rosary roils and dents

Harmony’s rumour spouts
In the sink. The clock’s twitching
Strikes a mongoosed hour.

And the scattered stations run
The rude wood splinters
As the unsaying are floored

Clouded eyes pain the glass
Outside the house, bare
Trees are leaved with ravens.
******* are not the words
for this kind of anger,
this rage,
this indignation goes much deeper.
I mean,
we've been lied to,
cheated on,
****** out of our hard earned bucks
& held down for so long,
I think the fat man himself
would get up and
stomp some heads,
spread some of his Buddha-love
in a karmic-spirit
sort of way...
make them pay!
brokenhearted
but still you took
this rusty nail you call a heart
and slammed into my head

you said you would be a friend to my darkness
you said you would break bread with my rage
so heart beating faster
sweat breaking on brow
still your silent
still your liars book remains unburnt
still your liars house has life
while the twin razors of your eyes stare at me out
of my history
and out of my pain sweet pain
now when you finally did speak
you poured gasoline on my heads fire
and then you ran laughin

it wont be enough to watch a pack
of wild dogs pick your bones clean
their fur matted with your stain
it wont be enough to burn your house to the ground
i'm gonna break its bones in my teeth
i'm gonna eat your world whole
can you feel my teeth on your mind
i'm eating you alive from the inside of your skull

brokenhearted this rusty nail you call
a heart is covered in my innocent blood
your filthy lies dance laughing in my eye
my ***** burn to see your house destroyed
to see your filthy book burn

this rusty nail you call a heart
i'm gonna drive it like a jackhammer into your love
like gods eyes on the hand on the wicked
i'm gonna eat your world whole
break its bones with my teeth
with my darkness
with my rage
("gods teeth" is a curse from the elizabethan era)
 Aug 2014 James Jarrett
nivek
you let me enter
and I tumbled
into the depth
I had no idea
where here was
the dungeon
of your heart
is too dark
deeper than all
known experience
and lost
I surrender
and wait for light
the mercy of God
Dark night of the soul; a terrible experience of being cut off from God. chiefly an experience of a faithful soul journeying in faith and bestowed by God Himself to cleanse a soul of falsehood.
there are two paths
to take

when society
begins to destroy itself

I. stay and make it slightly better

or

II. run away.
the old songs fates are nostalgic
never euphoria can catch it
the deep purple is now more mystic
my love playing an enigmatic flute,
i go through the much known pages
so many times it bitter me the lost path
autumnal clouds are no more cloud nine

the way I find too far above,
the real divine song,
a little bit invisible -
the way of peace,
the ultimate way of freedom -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
mystic poem, divine cloud nine, ultimate peace and freedom.....
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