My poetry's so deep they got to dig a hole to find it I'm hiding inside it, it's a confused maze of words crying and smiling I'm lost in those words so they can't find me.

Words addicted to my pen my poetry has a friend ink that always speaks, this maze of letters is a
Puzzle they can't complete.

Every corner they turn is a lessen they would learn, searching for a meaning yet my poetry's always always teaching the more they dig this hole the harder it would be to find me.

Enter the maze please find the letters to the words please, do you  understand what my Poetry does to the pens ink when it thinks? Mind games they like to play now they digging a hole calling my name. 

It's getting bigger and darker my poem book never starters, JidosReality can't they see it's my reality the world I live in. A world mixed with a little madness laughter consumed by sadness happiness fighting with anger.

Thoughts that are always numb from running and falling hard every time they try to jump. Don't see my kindness as a weakness or my Poetry been so simple as washing a plate of dish's.

I guaranty you with a pen you'll find it hard to find the words to explain who you are, were you been and how deep you understand the hole that you in.


JidosReality 20.6.15

Be careful what your words speak be weary what your eyes see be afraid of your thoughts when they let you dream.


Remember that soft touch that made you blush and lust, learn from that soft touch that ended up hurting your confused heart.


It becomes hard to stop trying to understand were to start, the bottom of the food chain that pit is rough. It shattered me to shreds broke me but made me tough.


You ask your self why? You feel like a raggy old cloth your questions are pointless you always stumble and drop.  


Tumbling and falling ending up on the same spot, you a raggy old doll back to front forgetting what it's all about. This poems a "Mixed Salad many lost meanings screaming out.


Is it truly amazing the poetry I'm creating? Does JidosReality attack every thought you try hiding? 


I watch you standing there looking at your clock whilst it's ticking, you watch me over there paranoid at what I'm thinking.


Tick tock don't forget that time don't stop I think it confuses you trying to understand what my poetry is about. 


order a mixed salad the menu ain't as dull as you are.


JidosReality 14.5.15

Life was "Testing and screaming dreams were waiting and shouting. Every word felt like something trusting was nothing.


I grew up hurting and breaking literally hating, they say life was amazing my life took me so reality was basically crazy.


What price would you pay for a smile and whilst you thinking all that anger eats you up inside. I searched and I looked but there was nothing I could find.


Poetry came along and changed my life, the imagination in the pen and the pad saved my life. The words came out rushing cuddling me tight.


The rush that they give me makes me tingle inside JidosReality has come alive. 


Do you read what I write? do you like what you read? Does my poetry understand you like it understands me?


Do the words come to you when you sleep in a dream? Do you understand why the words feel so real?


Poetry locked up patiently waiting, watching and thinking the meaning was sleeping lost in a dream were there's no end to it's meaning.


When letters come together words blush like butterfly's in the Summer weather. They break you like suicide makes you cry when you wanna die.


They hold you when you smile everything feels alright. They follow you watching you waiting for the right time.


The clock seems to be ticking minutes passing by, seconds to many hours days passing by another month brings me closer to the day I got to die.


The day when words make more sense to the amazement of my eyes. Reality was as amazing as the poetry that I write.


JidosReality 20.3.15

Time took away all the freedom I had earned the bag full of secrets was waiting for it's turn.


It felt like Time had stopped but every second had it's turn, with every second came a minute I try to be strong but it hurts.


The hours become days moving fast but slower than yesterday, my mind is numb filled with thoughts leaving a bitter taste on my Tongue.


I'm helpless with no help where's the help when you need help? People turn they faces no body answers your txts. Homeless on the street food banks calling me.


See it's a mistary to me how many people have deserted me. I can't cry my tears are dry from crying all the time.


I suppose I'm cut from a different cloth, poverty cuddles me tight leaving a smell that's about to rot.


"Trails and Tribulations now I'm two steps back silently moving like a shadow in the dark.


JidosReality 20.3.15

Don't assume what your eyes see as the truth? You say you don't judge but refuse to read the book.


 I hide behind the smiles that your eyes see all the time, you hide behind the lies that your Tongue speaks all the time.


You hollow and shallow and as "Rotten as they come, you paint a perfect picture as perfect as they come. 


Your eyes see me as a bag of broken bones, my eyes look inside me and see a heart of gold.


My eyes look inside you and wish that I was you, but than they look inside and see the rot that grows in you.


Ain't it strange that your book always looks so perfect and new? No stains or torn up pagers why you ashamed to be you?


See my book is in the corner the one looking broken battered and bruised. I ain't ashamed of it so go ahead open it up have a read take a look.


From every letter to every word to every line that you read, the story ain't so shallow as you thought it would be.


You label me ******* strait out of the gutter skip, but you forget that you two faced so "Rotten as ***** as it gets.


The truth really hurts when it's spoken as the truth, this poem is done speaking ask your self who are you?


JidosReality 27.3.15

Torn apart were do I start? I felt like a cold bath left all alone so I brought a hot water bottle to keep it warm.


 Decision time split into pieces many personalities would now be needed, my trust was taken and abused put me In a position with many rules.


Hear take this pair walk a day in My shoes! Can you keep a secret? Hide it in your pocket take it home and fix it? 


I looked in the mirror and started questioning what 
my reflection was thinking. I was torn between two worlds slowly drowning and thinking . Now the situation I was in needed a solution to all this rule braking. 


I'm balancing trying to walk on this fine line, I'm been expected to choose if the truth is lie. It's a mad mad world when you in to deep and you close your eyes and you just can't sleep.


Now who do I trust? How did I end up torn apart? All I did was listen and give honest advise when I was asked.


The weak link on this chain of trust will have to be addressed, no more games I'll be playing this stress is madly insane. Trust issues throw out the same door you came in.


I'm still torn apart holding onto the edge of the mountain top, if I fall I will drop if I hold on when will it stop? Either way I'm left with two words "Torn Apart".



JidosReality 19.6.15

I would rather trust a women's instinct than a mans reason, I'm sick and tired of fake people for many different reasons.


A women's instinct is the truth no reason to mis lead me. All these fake other people around are a new bread of ******* leaches.


They make me sick they really do cockroach little leaches, I had to write this poem to get all this anger out my system, I see them coming from were they don't I won't let them in my head no I won't.


They mind games are seriously silly hurry up tick tock the clock is ticking, you ******* leaches creatures always scheming and tricking. 


Your end game is your game my anger is your pain I refuse to play dumb that situation has Ended, you blocked and un followed yes mate you un freinded, my Pen is so angry let the words speak to mend it.


How can I trust a mans reason? When a mans reason is unpleasing two faced qweek'ly judging realising that trust was nothing.


At least a womens instinct is realistic no mind games no *******, she's trusting not wanting not thinking she needs to be winning. That game she ain't playing her instincs are all she's saying.


She ain't got nothing to gain but a simple solution to my pain, let me be honest and explain I'm sick of fake people who always sound the same. So let me remind you my poetry's so exciting. 


JidosReality 6.6.15