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286 · Jan 2015
Beauty
JWolfeB Jan 2015
Each day my heart grows more fond of the way you love me
I find myself constantly in awe of how phenomenal it is to be loved by altruism itself.
You have redefined beauty for me.
Because it is no longer just the perfection in your body.
It is not how perfect your hair always looks.
Not just how much I love your style and the way you dress.
The way your fragrance makes me weak at the knees.
No, Beautiful has turned into a word defined by complete.
Something that is all encompassing.
Beautiful has to do with your always loving heart.
Your complex and constantly working mind.
The voice that will forever change this world.
Beautiful has become something so much deeper than appearance.
It has become the hearts that will benefit from your presence
Beautiful is a reminder that we can always do things a little better.
I don’t think I can simply use the world beautiful the way I use to.
It has become a word specifically designed for you.
Not sure if it is a poem or simply a ramble of words. Some of the feelings I am experiencing as of right now.
285 · Sep 2014
Here and now
JWolfeB Sep 2014
There was less time between our breathes.
Our lungs, palpitating rhythms that we didn't know how to solve yet. Legs running in place to feel that here is good enough for now.
We are good enough.
For now.
285 · Jan 2015
Religion
JWolfeB Jan 2015
Shall you never let your god hold you hostage
As your god shall hold you gently like your mother
May your god never frighten you
Your god shall comfort you in times of despair
Do not let your god speak for you
This god gave you a purposeful tongue
Never force this god upon yourself
All your god wants is to be understood
Love kindly of yourself
Find your god in simple accidents
Not in burned books
Not sure if it is a poem or more of a rant.
278 · Oct 2020
American dream
JWolfeB Oct 2020
It was abruptly apparent to myself
Slapstick honest in the chest
Reality became emperical
When pull yourself up by your boot straps
Became an invitation to self destruction
A boot lace golden ticket
To a counterfeit perception of relief
271 · Aug 2014
Hidden Treasures
JWolfeB Aug 2014
Hidden away in cabins far away.

Secrets never known by that day.

Desperately discovering passageways.

Dusty paths full of haze.

Ever filled veins of constant liquids.

Fill me up. Behind the curtains.

Ship me to a new destination.

A place of wonderment.

Pulverize my intentions into thin air.

Let me purify this heart of mine.

Cleaning up all the dusty particles I left.

I will become new.

A full and complete set of working parts.

Using these to experience this moment I keep passing.

Ripping the curtains of veiled ignorance.

Open enough for my heart to see.  

Operating on redefined schedules under new management.

The oil patch slips I nailed down were quickly navigated.

My heart let it sink in.

The possibility of a home that would never change.
263 · Nov 2014
Just words
JWolfeB Nov 2014
A promise
I wish you didn't give
Take me away
To a place
Before your fallacies
Dripped across
The space between
Love and despise
253 · Jul 2014
Seasonal
JWolfeB Jul 2014
The acrylic style that found a gap in my brave flavored fortune. Writing me off like a bad tattoo at 15. I found the ink left in your blood dripped house on the prairie. Discovered fossils of ancients. Left the air heavy around the place. Dusty shelves filled with eyes that have watched lives move around for years.

Discovery found in the cobwebs in the corner. All eyes on the show. The one on repeat in black an white. Playing static on hollow walls, Inner ears and plastic heart beats. Detected the frightened feelings inside the couch. The imbedded body parts left over time. Avoiding the obviously oblivious.

Cans line the walls of denial built on falsified rumors of comforted table cloths. Crock of **** that was. Crock pots are the best. Just let everything boil all day, then accept and devour. Heated heaven in a porcelain platter dished up by perfect palms pausing to elate you. Here have another one.

Avoidance techniques only hold their ground for so long. Winter will wander off and this ground you stand on will thaw. Those footprint will stick in the ground like the ink the typewriters would explode on papers untouched. Stuck. Leaving particles of life across the windowed season.
243 · Jun 2014
Let go of it.
JWolfeB Jun 2014
You know I'm gonna need a hand with these limbs.

Flowing rivers of everything we have hidden behind dams.

Life will continue up stream in spring.

Lets follow footprints and splashes that disappear in season.

I know things aren't easy to see without your spectacles,

So let me help you feel spectacular.

But this experience is nothing but a shade and shadow.

Find the form to work through the creases in its eyebrow.

Drop everything to analyze something flown past with preoccupied neurons.

Don't walk around the welcome mat when you're welcome here.

Come on in, enjoy the meal of real and irrefutable.

It's tastes good if you stop chewing on your tongue.

Share oxygen with the operating punching bags in my chest.

They operate under the condition that they listen to me.

Sometimes I forget to broadcast my hearts intentional reasons for beating.

I guess that's beside the point.

Just come with me. Let me spell it out in the clouds.

Nature has always given the disclosure you've needed.

Screaming silence and belated adulation at the peak of tomorrow.

Two breathes away from your next breathe.

Relax, see now for how it is.

A release of yesterday's promises.
Just a poem I wrote while traveling recently.
216 · Nov 2014
Wishes
JWolfeB Nov 2014
All I ask is when I die
that these pages be left
over my grave
giving power to the wind
hoping it whispers my love
I never had a chance
to tell you about
194 · Jun 2014
Since I was 3
JWolfeB Jun 2014
Thanks dad--

I am such a better person--

without you--
My dad left me when I was 3 years old. I am 23 now and  have realized I would not be the man I am today if he were to be here getting in the way
186 · Jun 2014
Wasted (10 W)
JWolfeB Jun 2014
I'm drunk.

Off your presence.

Intoxication never felt so good.
I love being intoxicated

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