This is my own landscape

Only mine

There is nothing left but the wind

The rain,

And the rages of time

I sit out here on a plain,
a realm of my very own as I try to discover the whys of only me.

And why do I stay hidden deep inside and within these hidden passageways?

I do not want to be found

Life inside of here is brutal and the whispering sand now howls away as though it wants me to leave this deserted place that I have grown so accustomed to

But I shall never relinquish this hold that I have for this my own refuge

For I and I alone came inside of here and made it my own

Those hands that keep reaching out inside of here to take this me out of here shall never come to conquer me

For I shall sneak inside of my own shadow and remain forever stilled.
And he shall quickly leave this my place

For I am me.

jo

Enter in here

Push away the cobwebs

And scream outloud

Or enter inside of sudden silence and inhale or exhale all the way in or out

And by the way

Did you see that faded sign outside of here

Did it not say do not enter

And did you not obey

Now see those robins that are now not out there weeping

for ravens have come and taken their place

And they weep not for anyone for they shall devour all that you are not.

jo

I am here standing alone

Alone, but where am I

Am I even here or there

Or am I wide awake

but here it comes
that wind that comes blowing on down
and here I go out there trying to escape the reality of you.
jo.

The morning sun screamed out there
And longing was here

Longing for all that I thought I had  

as starlings wept inside out of all storm clouds

For it was only infatuation and he left me out here inside of a shambled horizon
lost to the breaking of dawns harshest breath.


jo.

Bits and pieces and scraps of dreams

And magic moments caught up and twisted inside those darkest of days

Days filled with instant deadly emotions

Days that I wished I could have just like disappeared off the very face of this earth.

For shattered I was

Instantly he was taken out of this world
And my world stopped being here for real

And I swore that I would never be destroyed like this ever again

As streaks of all lightning came down here to a me that crawled inside of myself to escape that doomed filled day.

jo.

The Springboard.

I am a springboard
come on,try me out,

Or are you afraid of where i'll land you out there somewhere suspended inside a place where no one else is?


If this is your fear
then be gone from me
for I need you not.

So,
You are the coward I first thought you were.

And so,
Now that I have embarrassed you
Here you are.
And do you need my hands to help you climb aboard or are you able to do this on your own?

Now there, Don't you feel like you have accomplished something even though you ducked out in total fear,

And so,
off you go
Out there inside a place that I made just for you.

And by the way
there's no way out.

jo

Anger is a fools way of displaying things so true about what he is all about but not in a quiet way.

19. Color me says me to you
And you stand there staring away at me as though you hardly know what to do or say
And then you pick up a crayon and you toss it away,
""for see says He,
You have no color
for you are just only you."

20. A man approached a door,
And upon the door a sign read leave all of your values inside this box that I have sat here for you,
And he reached into his pockets and they were all empty and He did not know what to do,
And the door opened and a voice said, "welcome,
come on in."

21. Once there was a tree,
but it had no branches visable to the human eye
And so,
Along came the wood cutter and he proceeded to take out his ax
and wham,
down it came.
jo.