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Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Quote! DD

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Mohd Arshad

Quote! DD

This is only good behaviour
That keeps you in contact with every person in society
And they desire for friendship!

Notes (optional)

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Hindsight Blues

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Got Guanxi

Hindsight Blues

Hindsight blues,
I'm tangled up in you but you can't see through the overgrowth -
Thick bristles and whistle blowers,
Tell me your perception of me.

Let's laugh together at the discrepancies,
Don't expect more from me,
You know me better than that,
aristocratic nature, I hate where you come from,
That comfortable turf.

I can't be myself in your world,

Solipsism - listen we can only shine on reflection vision and that takes more than you or I alone.

Still tripping,

Tangled up in you.

So I went to see Bob Dylan the other night at the Royal Albert Hall...

#blues #dylan #bob

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Wait...

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

JP

Wait...

Someday she
avoids me.
never got provoked
but its hurts..
Is she testing
my love? or
She need a
space?
either way
I wait and
respect her moods..

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

The JukeBox (Reminiscing)

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

david mungoshi

The JukeBox (Reminiscing)

Wise guys in Presley-style haircuts
mill around the booming jukebox
It's late in the fifties
and there are no hippies
Sweltering October afternoon
So you buy a soda and drink it slowly
Your meagre resources make you lowly
I stand in awe, dazed and wondering
This machine has a hand and a brain
Feed it a coin and it picks your song
Suddenly King Creole is playing
and they all jump like catfish on the pole
I'm no square so I too twitch, turn and jump
Everybody is dancing
and life is a rock'n roll song

Thanks Steve for the correction. I had called it a 'duke box'!!! Perhaps an error emanating from the phonological similarity.

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Cinder-block

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Mercury Chap

Cinder-block

His thoughts, his talks
Have combusted every corner
Of my cracking heart ,
Into ashes and dust,
Which fly no more,
Into cravings and lust,
Which I never adore.

I am trapped in this thought cloud
Flying beyond the horizons of fantasy,
Reaching non-existent places,
Impossible in my destiny.

I float around on this surface,
Swimming like a cinder-block
On this black tar of love,
Burnt from within,
And ready to burn further,
To win it all,
And to get that shine of a diamond,
It's tough.

#love #black #like #diamond #emptiness #win #burnt #coal #tar #cinderblock

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Overcoming

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

A P Taylor

Overcoming

In life, journey upon challenges based,
some treatment within times design.

Limits surprise spirits often,
as resources when assigned.

Decades by hours grow,
overcome, consigned.

II

Treatment based in decades
as sometimes, hours design.

Within, challenges often grow,
surprise when limits assigned.

Upon spirits, journey overcome
by resources my life consigned.

Theoretical followed by personal experience. Same 25 words in both but some times added in II and my joins to make 25 words in each stanza.

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

Why on earth am I still here?

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

The Last Wordsmith

Why on earth am I still here?

It's too cloudy tonight, to see the sky,
and in this dark I want to die.
And oh my god that voice is back,
pointing out all that I lack.
Why on earth am I still here?
I've had no purpose for nigh on a year.

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

...neverMine

Oct 2015 Jesse Madison

The Unspoken

...neverMine

The Sound Of Her Voice...
Touches Me... Tortures Me.
The Scent Of Her Perfume... Entices Me... Suffocates Me.
The Rythmn From The Strings Of Her Guitar... Moves Me... Hypnotizes Me.
The Mention Of Her Name... Excites Me... Breaks Me.

The One I Could Never Have.
Always Having Visions Of Her And I... But Like Smoke, It Escapes Too Soon. Before I Could Even Hold It.
Forcing A Smile, Whenever She Tells Me About Her...but Inside, Like A Lifeless Flower, I Wither. The Words, Too Heavy To Leave My Lips... Always Hoping She Sees It In My Eyes. ... But Her Love For The Other Has Blindfolded Her. She Is Blind Now.
My Arm, Always Stretched out, For A Dream I Can Never Live.
Just A Wish In The Sea.
My Dream,
My Torture,
My Nightmare.
...She ,Who Can Never Be Mine.

©The Unspoken