jSweptson

jSweptson Feb 2011

Little blonde girl

That little blonde girl

I remember

All too well

dressed in her

little

Pappagallo shoes

Black tights

Oh so short

little

black skirt

and

white cotton

blouse

I remember all

Too well

Those

Hot summer nights

spent

riding

In her
front porch swing

The two of
us
riding

In that

Moments

embrace

Yes, Its Not Much. Could Be Considered A Bit ****.

jSweptson Feb 2011

"through the window pane"

living on buttons and caps
staring through
the window pane
found me burning
life at
both ends
found me
climbing
life'
razor edge
always looking for
that
balanced moment
just between
heaven and hell
at times feeling
the horizon
through the
purple haze
just getting by on
buttons and caps
not quite seeing
life' horizon
not yet
feeling hells
burning gates
just slipping
just sliding
down
life' razor edge

jSweptson

jSweptson Feb 2011

"a place"

A Place..."
There's a place I go when my spirit lays low
when the light dims within my soul
A place I sit and ponder, replaying the circle
Plowing things under from the depths of my mind
A spot to sit in silence, escaping life's violence
Through dreams of tranquility
A place where life's troubles-n-woes drift slowly away as smoke from my angers fire

jSweptson

jSweptson Feb 2011

"the afternoon hour"

The Afternoon Hour............."
Its a quite afternoon. Silence softly plays in the distance.Come dance with me.As afternoon clouds look over my shoulder as blue skies looking over theirs come dance with me.As green uncut grass sways in the warmth of the summer breeze come dance with me. Come take my hand, cup you hand in mine.Come place your arms in my arms, with your head laying softly on my shoulder come dance with me. Its a quite afternoon and the silence softly plays, come dance with me

jSweptson

jSweptson Feb 2011

"the week in passing"

The Week In Passing

This small house becomes much too large when I'm set free to roam about. Its walls seem so far apart. The stair well too deep too high as I climb it. The bed sits there in the corner half made the other half crumpled where I pass the night. Its pillows still sit as if waiting. Waiting for someone to share their space. I still smell the fragrance of the green bottled lotion it lingers in the creases of my mind setting it afloat. That green bottled lotion that someone truly loves. This small house seems to sit in waiting just as the bed waits just as I wait for my loves return.

jSweptson

jSweptson Feb 2011

"roads and valleys"

ROADS AND VALLEYS

I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

WALKED AND SLEPT AMONG THEM ONLY A BLANKET OF STARS TO COVER ME AGAINST THE CHILL OF THE NIGHT WINDS

WALKED THEM WHEN THE ROADS WERE ONLY

PATHWAYS

ITS VALLEYS YET TO BE

MARKED EACH PATHWAY, CUT DEEP EACH VALLEY

NOW AS I KNEEL

BEFORE THE RISING WATERS

STARING AT MY MORNING REFLECTION

MY HANDS WITH FINGERS BENT AS GNARLED TWIGS

CUPPED TO WASH AWAY THE NIGHT

MY MINDS EYE TRAVELS

EACH ROAD WALKED EACH VALLEY TREAD

THROUGH MY REFLECTION

jSweptson

jSweptson Feb 2011

"is not"

LIFE IS NOT
OF ONE
WHO STRUTS
AND FRETS
THEIR HOUR
ONLY TO
NEVER
DANCE THE DANCE AGAIN
LIFE
IS REVOLVING
EVOLVING
SPINNING
AS A TOP
GONE
MAD
SHOULD
ALL IMPLODE
OUR ENERGIES
AT LAST
FREE
FREE FROM
THIS PRISON
OF
BONE AND SKIN
FREE TO
ENTWINE
ONE WITH ALL
FREE'
TO
BE
ETERNAL
SUCH IS
LIFE

jSweptson