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My love !

We wander blindly naked horror

We

Strip bare the utter depravity of the Final Vision

Of the betrayal of godliness

By the predatory beast



( My love does not die )



Wallowing in deep ****
Why do you still pretend that there might be

Some human decency tomorrow ?

Why do you still insist that your possessive
Sensuality is --- LOVE ?

••

Only YOU

YES !

only you shall determine MAN'S FATE

••

Be my love and I shall hold your face within the stars
for certainly I have that power



We leave between

The tiny footstep  as seed

The all consuming presence of love



There is something Great that shall defeat the degradation in the end



My love !

••

Let us go forth unto forever as we walk the urchin streets tonight

__

Let us not return to this **** hole police state

But by our very presence destroy that world and bring forth the grace that is intended for us all

By the power of eternal truth

And human will that is the Law

••

Be my love !

//

And as we as promised -- remain

Every child shall be known

Every child shall go free
 May 2014 Jayme M Yaroch
Helen
where a song would be played
and a friend would jump up
and say Hey? Remember when...

except the songs in my head
are not symphonies
they're not even solos
just discordant notes
after uncoordinated notes

and reminds me
I have to tune my guitar

the one that will never play
a melody again
Accelerate
We are all
Accelerating
Acceleratiog
Into the future
Accelerating
Into a new dawn
And a new day
Time is moving
Ever quicker and
Swifter towards
Its destination
That we are all
On the brink of
Time as time is
Expanding and
Moving ever
Quicker with
The flow of time
As we move alone
Getting closer to
Love and moving
Farther from fear
As our hearts combine
As one as we move
Ever quicker to
The point where
We can be one
Returning to the
One love and the
One source as we
Run farther from fear
And separation and
Move closer to love
And unity as our hearts
Move ever quicker with
The beat of time which
Is accelerating us into
The future and to a new
Day of thinking that we
Have known all along
People's lives mean something
We all have our voice
We all have something to say
We all have a spirit
That tells us who we really are
No person's life
Is any better
Or somehow more important
Than the life of someone else
We all have our own unique voice
Our own unique ways of viewing things
We all share this planet together
Every life deserves a chance
No matter how lost
No matter how separated
People might be from reality
How far away people can be away from the truth
Everyone deserves their say
No one should ever be killed
Or forfeit
Just for the sake of another
We must all be able to come together
We must be willing to appreciate
The wonderful uniqueness
That comes together in a wonderful unity as well
Even as we have our own ideas
Our own thoughts
Our own way
We breathe with one breathe
And we beat with one heart
That beats to many smaller drums
Even as varied and as different as we all are
We are all still one
Joined in humanity
 Jan 2012 Jayme M Yaroch
Cece
Sluggishly you frump to school
passing by people
whose faces you'll soon forget.
      They don't matter,
don't waste your time.
            tick tock.

You go to practice
your meeting
rehearsal.
      Whatever it is
you group yourself in
to feel like you belong.
      And for what else?
To look good on a college application
maybe; the motions of it
are the only thing
that matters.
Paying attention, making memories
is not traditional thought process.
How will that look on a transcript?
            tick tock.

You mindlessly drive home
not paying attention
to the miniscule details
of the nature around you.
      It doesn't directly effect you
so you see no point in admiring it.
what's the need?
            tick tock.

You lock yourself in your room
and open the books
that surrounded you
for seven hours already today
and work for two or three more
hours of your precious evening.
      You do it because
that's what is expected of you.
      Monotonous efforts that someday
you will be unable to recall.
            tick tock.

                          When was the last time you have done something
                                  that you will be able to vividly remember
                                                      years from now?

You are
wasting
your
time.
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                 Go. *Live.
 Jan 2012 Jayme M Yaroch
Odi
They pretended not to notice how much you had changed
But they did comment on your thinning face
And how much healthier you looked
How much better
They pulled you to the side "Oh my gosh, how did you do it?"
Quizzical looks
They didn't know that the weight you lost
Was unintentional
A compensation for the heavy load inside
You tried to somehow shake off
You hated your jutting rib bones,
Losing your sanity along with your "baby" fat
You lost what made you a woman

No no one noticed your gaunt eyes
and the sharp angle of your cheekbone
Like pain
and the way you started drinking
(Although you never stopped)

They didn't notice the new scars you kept hidden with makeup
Meticulous
careful
calculating
So unlike you
No no one noticed how your eyes shone a little less brighter
Especially when you smiled

Apart from that ex-boyfriend you left a winter ago
Standing in the cold
Because he was an *******
But ******* can be right
And you saw the way he looked at you like-
the way you used to look at a broken mirror
Wondering which piece to pick up first
And start gluing back together
The way you looked at your own blood flow from your wrist's
A little scared, amazed, numb..
Like "Where do we start first?"
And "What happened here?"
Thats how he looked at you
*Atleast someone noticed
I sent you an e-mail

But purposely got the address wrong

Just so I could see your name in my inbox

I mean

imissyousofuckingmuch@thiswouldonlybeeasierifyouweredead.co­m

You get a reply back

That says

“Being gone is beautiful

Try it sometime”

I don’t know where to go

The newfound balance in all the chairs I sit on throws me off

Put a level on my shoulder

Watch the bubble

It doesn’t know which way to lean either

I mean

Sitting up straight and proud

Has only even been for people who

Don’t have a shoulder to cry on

The density of your presence

Is big enough to make me walk funny

How I would have push back so hard against

Your shoulder leaning, I dare you to walk straight type, hand holding

So as not to walk into strangers

My left shoulder is boney bump bruise resistant

And I crash into the edges of things sometimes

To keep it that way

I mean

You’ve made me so much a slap stick version of myself

And I miss you

Because the world feels funny now

Because I am still learning what it means to have a true center

True balance

And I miss you

But I don’t want you back
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