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 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
Thomas Wolfe
Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
Marian
Tonight I'm dreaming
Of your lovely, lonely strings
Crying loud in orchestras

Your sound makes me dance
E'en though I have two left feet
Pedal Harps are so divine

*~Marian~
My first Sedoka!!! :) ~~~~<3
I love music...and I want to be a Musician!!! (: ~~~~<3
But Pedal Harps are so divine, and even though
My parents cannot afford to buy me one
I try my best even though it's hard
To not loose faith that someday I will be
A harpist!!! :) ~~~~~~<3
Please enjoy my first Sedoka
Dedicated to Pedal Harps everywhere!!! (: ~~~~~<3
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
Conor Letham
A leaking clock keeps you
nose up with eyes peering
through night-flooded sky
towards glow-in-the-dark
stars, childhood mementos,
to keep those other shapes

from seeping in, like snakes
slinking over drawers when
they were socks left hanging,
or a hand haunched achingly
through the wardrobe door
was only a shirt sleeve, but

now light escapes the curtains,
becomes a silhouette of a man
out of the second-floor window.
It's ok, you remind yourself.
You roll your head over to
drink, drink, drink in the ticks.
Dissertation draft idea. Based on childhood fear of shapes in the night. I used to (and still have up) glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling back home.
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
Jonny Angel
You grabbed your next fix,
got my fire started,
held me between
your luscious lips,
inhaled me deep,
you ****** me
long and hard,
got intoxicated
on my copious amount
of nicotine,
flicked my ash.
I raised your heartbeat,
made you momentarily
feel euphoric,
then you snuffed me out,
crushed me
into a mountain
of other
burnt,
spent
butts.
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
KC Elstun
Refuge
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
KC Elstun
you are my refuge

you invite me to comfort in distress

you give me warmth in the cold

you protect me and renew me, that I may continue on my way

thus it ever was...

thus it ever was...
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
Marian
I came back in Spring
To see my garden had grew
With beautiful, magical flowers
Growing all over the place
Bluebells on either side
Of the garden path
Dark red Taboo roses
Of heavenly crimson
Climb the abandoned house
Wisteria a moonlight purple
Wraps it's vines around
The tall, majestic trees
Daisies grow beside the ferns
Such a lovely, living bouquet
Violas are growing
Underneath the hickory tree
Other flowers, too many to name
Are growing in my garden
They waltz in the heavenly scented breezes
My garden I remember
Planting with care
Toiling away all day long
Now rewarded for my prime of life
Striving to get those seeds planted
Now I have been well rewarded
With those treasured-cherished blooms
That I water each and every day
In my acorn watering buckets
That I use just for watering
My magical flowers
Growing silently
Secretly hidden
In my enchanted
Beautiful secret garden
That I so diligently
Planted with great care
Now they are growing
And I am very happy
Just to see them
Nodding and swaying
Some sweet dance
In the warm golden
Honeyed sunlight
Slanting across the
Whole wide world
And now my own
Little world is rich
With pure ecstasy
In happy golden moments
I can always come here
And think back
While silent memories return
And an orchestra of birds sing
In my own sweet garden
Where the fairies dwell
And keep me company
When I am lonely
And need a friend
My garden shall remain
Until the day when it
Shall wither and die

*~Marian~
Sorry that this is so long, my HP friends; one and all!! ):
Just a random poem!! :) ~~~~~<3
I hope you all enjoy it!! (: ~~~~<3
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
r
Gypsy Dream
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
r
Sometimes I tire
Of the gravity of life
And wish to ride with Gypsies
Dance with tambourine
And raven haired beauty
With sultry smile
And plunging neckline
A peasant dress
And raging fire...
One
      can
           dream.....

r ~ 12Feb14
 Feb 2014 Jedd Ong
A B Perales
I aimed the old car
south and
ran as many red
lights as my luck
would allow.

Kept my sunglasses
on as I
listened to Frusciante
singing
nothing but the
truth all through
the magic of
my radio.

Left the madness of
the city and
entered the
land where
atomic  bombs
and peoples sanity
have both
been tested.

Desert roads
littered
with desert lies,
like oasis and
promises made
in Vegas.

I took a toot
off the side of
my hand like
I seen them do in
the movies.

Wasted the better
part of my stash
on this foolish
trick.

This ride I'm
taking is real.

On my way
I'll be looking for a
wild young girl
to roll my joints
and laugh at my
jokes,give my eyes
a place to rest in.

I'm looking for
a lovely from the
low side of town.
Whose  spirit has
yet to be broken
and whose mind
isn't already
filled with their
lies.

Watched as the
California landscape
turned from
beaches and tropical
palms to
cactus taller than
most men
and dry forgotten
land that
most come to
die in.

From congested
freeways that hold
the drivers hostage.
To wide open
desert highways
where its safe to
drink straight from
the bottle without
that pestering public
servant there to
ruin your ride.

If I make it out of
this dam
desert alive
with my wallet
and my sanity still
intact.
I'll look back
at it all
as just another
memory.
And try
not to give
in to
ever going
back.
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