Jaymisun Kearney

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

Let's end a list of tools to bring
Starting with faith
Eyes see too many fragile scenes
And how split they
Become means our dead-eyes lie
So seemingly to an end, so artificial, but present and theirs
So frustrating to no end, how superficial, but threatens, still

Words, the walls pressing in, Eyes, chide toward requiem,
Know: No more things will make or break
Knives, won't wound the spectral, Pens, lend barely minimal
Reprieve from memory

When pasts play so many cruel tricks
The beaten heart won't resist
We all fall
Forever
We all
Fall
Apart, forever

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

When Words Will Work

Sediment in a world class whirlpool of wishes
Well
I'll tell you what
Our whole ****** wanton ship
Reserved for high
Is sinking
And
Sinks
Until we're waving with tale weaving fingers
Laugh
Ing
At new blood

BRING EVERY BROODING, LOANING, WEEPING, LOST/FOUND LUNAR RAY
LAUGH AND DRINK AND SMOKE AND DROP AND CRY AND DANCE
Lowly,
No Place Lower
Looking
Up and Singing
Looking
Up and Weaving
Words

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

"Recept Redaction"

With my eyes shut relaxed
Radicolous teeth reach from the unconscious crevasse
Gnawing commences slowly, the sound saporine
The taste of its meal much too weak
Is this how I taste?

Of the abyss you see,
Nothing enters anymore and nothing ever leaves
Reception long gone and only recept remains
Would you watch the gaps in the brain,
Or would you drop down?

What's worse is the waking life abstracted even in want
(Would you want?)
Falling apart forever down climbing vines covered in barbs
(Would you, would you?)
Exsanguinate when caught

I'd lend you lungs and saliva
But we can't breathe in here
We can't share in here
So imprecate with me
Plunging
On

Eyes in the stark dark stare from Hell so hot you have no chance with the safety top
Before the plastic melts
Never recalesce

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

"Same Summer"

Wonder what the worst is
that could happen to us
kids, as if we could wake
from the spell keeping us literally stuck in space
There's something you should know about me
I've been sleeping on floors for weeks
Or months or years it could be any
"The Past must die, so," I thought so I
Went to slice it, so I
Went to drown it, but
I've been sleeping on floors for weeks
And not because I've fallen again
Only one fall brought me kissing boards
"The Past must die, so," I thought so I
Willed my legs with will found
but cried and laid down
Whispers between splinters sound so sweet
I'll gladly grind my ears to hear and drip drops until my blood won't bleed
Wonder what the worst is
that could happen to us
kids, as if we could

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

"Gaspless"

Words
Brittle rings transcending silence in offer
(An offering)
To offer up trust
They break in the moment you speak
To offer your life:
Foolish. like all the rest broke me
I look forward to secretly building co-dependence
Just to disassemble what you thought you held
I'll drain your breath

Words explode and shred
They fly, genuine, from lips I'll lock with in pretend
Under bus stop signs you stoop to kiss with the impression I won't leave you gasping, gaspless

Burn
Folded paper if you feel they weren't heartfelt
(Emulating)
The offer of rust
Heard from a wet weak heart's keening
I offer it love
Hoping share of my warm blood brings
All pretense that lies in your depths spiraled to the surface
Hope then showing like pustules I'll crush each head
I'll drain it out

Slash rampant like the knife unleashes
In fingers soft, skin taut to the bone
There is night to find
Slash rampant like the knife unleashes
In fingers young, keys tuned to one note
And you can be the prey

But you don't have to be

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

"Aspirate"

Where green grass
grows
Smokes our
Village
In the crumble of ash that you assured
Could never be lit
In the first place

Where memories run never age
Where we remain in sage
I'll never learn I'm looping ruins
Even when I cross where you strayed
Even as I
Run right through me

Run until you can't breathe
Run until your lungs squeeze
The last gasp ever to spare
Aspirate on time
Breathing in deep
Despair

Jaymisun Kearney Oct 2013

Open Letter: "Thanks for the Ride"

To Everyone,

I want to offer you thanks.
Thanks for sticking around.
Thanks for reading and following Old Ghosts and Ghosts Trains to the end.
In honesty, this is the first project I've finished in at least a few years time,
but it may as well be the first project I've ever finished.

Now that I'm sitting here feeling as closed about the lyrics as I may ever, it's time to step back for a little while--which may mean a couple days, a couple weeks, or anything further--and give some emotional distance before I start the first round of revisions.

It means a lot to me that anyone out there took the time to read through and get interested--at least enough to skim.
If I can save, inspire, or alleviate through writing, it makes it all the better. I love it.
Ultimately, I write because I just can't help it.

May the fire that leads and haunts the swamp you see and thieve in your dreams never burn down or be exorcised.

Thanks and Much Love,
~JaymiAK <3