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Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Relyn Anne Ramos

the scattered letters i know,
i turn into words
the thoughts floating in my mind
i turn into poetry
when vague, it becomes prose
when i can, i turn them into song

but, at all times—
they never reach you.

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Of patterns and layers

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

st64

Of patterns and layers

delicate swirls
                              abstract motif
                                                             dainty spirals

I.
I see you as a wide sheet of fabric
Beautiful, paisley pattern
Highlighting your *odd qualities
That I love, more than you could get.

How you shimmer and shine
So well.

II.
Yet, I knew not that there exists -
Very quietly bold and calmly geometric;
Another sheet beneath this visible one
A layer concealed, that only my oblivion feels.

How you shiver and hide
So well.

III.
So, as I learn and delve and discover
Burrowing passages and intense pathways
A myriad of tunnels within tunnels
Where is the real you?

How alone; thought I knew you
So well.

IV.
Am I thus lost?
Blinded so by the light in your patterns....

[said in one breath:
so, I try to brush ever lightly over artefacts of your stained existence,
ensuring I leave no trace of me...
there I go making a new layer (for me)
only to see...another layer....and yet
another....]

layer upon
         layer upon
                  layer upon
                           layer upon....
layerrrr.

V.
Into the icy face of wind, words are flung
Only, they come back...messier!

Disaster.....blast the blundering heart in dusty chokes
Love thrives not in intemperate climes.

At which point did you let your voice die?
Perhaps you hide in fear, of suffering alone....

So long.

VI.
There stands a figure in the circle of light....lonesome
We hover near the highly-charged cosmos of chance
Daring the winds to take us, off guard
To glide away on impossible parades....

S T, 28 April 2013

How many layers does one need to uncover, before learning *any* truth?

Hm, maybe should-a studied archeology way back...lol

oh, well..

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Free Caravan

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

st64

Free Caravan

Refrain:
Free-ee-ee caravan
Won't you join me on the free caravan?
Just let your hair down
Try, try to unwind
Please free your mind.

We'll go beyond the wind's domain
To find that dip in the ground
Where true freedom is found.
Feel your soul fly free.

1.
Let's escape the confines of this caged life
Of ******* to banks, of toiling to work
Of rushing to shops, of accepting too much
Of just too much......

2.
Gotta leave behind all the piling possessions
These things which steal your flight
Rob your sight
Increase your plight
Make you fight
Gotta seek what's real in life.

3.
We see the landscape changing
Yet it's all the same
Age teaches us yet we learn too late
That your childhood is so precious.

4.
So now, no more trudging, begrudging
Just flying free in the wind
Journeying to that dip in the soil
Where there is no more toil.

S T, 24 April 2013

Come, travel with me, we'll go together
Makin' and losin' friends: well, that's the price of change and growth.

[But please, don't yet climb that horizon. Don't go there alone.
Don't desert me here. Let me join you on the free-ee-ee caravan.]

The system kills.

Written in 2009.

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Still

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Sarah Moseley

Still

What to do at 3:45am
when sleep cannot be found?
It's you, a couch and a sleeping bag.
It's you and your memories
from a foreign land. It's you and God
listening to the air condition roll,
waiting for a new day.

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

untitled 7

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Relyn Anne Ramos

untitled 7

our song plays
in an infinite loop
poetry fixed with melody
set in orchestration
with our emotions

but no—
our song plays endlessly
but it stops and pauses
with breaks for breaths
and i may not have
counted the times
it played over
in my head

but i do know
that nothing is infinite.

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Untitled 8

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Relyn Anne Ramos

Untitled 8

if you never talk to strangers
how else would you know anyone?

does a baby know his mother
without seeing her
when he goes out of the womb?

does a toddler go by himself
in a playground, not sharing
his toys to the other kids?

does a child go in school
for the very first time
and not make any friends?

does a person not smile
to the person behind the bar
in a coffee shop?

i say lovers were
strangers to one another
at some point in time--

and if you've never talked to strangers
you've never loved at all.

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Fried Chicken War of 1812

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Ugo

Fried Chicken War of 1812

because we fell in love with the law
and fell out of love with ourselves.

because the ***** of great minds
wear pineapple fatigues in their fathers’ *******;

from Judas swallowing 9 bullets
to one day being a kid at heart
a symptom of some abnormality.

Ever get the feeling that you’ll die on a Tuesday?

Or one day wake up on their government bed
Screaming,
“you can blame the French Revolution
On silent reading!”

watching

as three teacups of *** plan war on the asphalt.

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Spinning 'Round Here Insane

Apr 2013 Jefferson Lexus Jonson

Neva Flores Varga Smith

Spinning 'Round Here Insane

No matter which notes are played on still waters
they weigh heavy on my pain
when they fall.
There are days when I realize
I am spinning 'round
and murmuring,
feeling forced and raw.

It seems that time dwindles down
into its own sea
then wakes the night
asking to be filled with hours.
Everything I do
seems to make time kiss the places
where I spin,
stroking........
as it devours.

I can feel a searing look
from eyes on the sidelines
when I attempt to  hold the jewels of darkness
next to me.
Their footsteps
are like the million curses of tears,
stinging..........endlessly.

Before the door closes on my life's journey
I know the moon will rise
in all its angelic innocence
once again.
Until then, I will dream
of polishing those jewels,
spinning round
here......
insane.