He was not one
For the big words
Or the grand gestures
Preferring instead

To keep it plain and simple
And connect with the mind and heart
Of the ordinary person
In the home or street.

He was not one
For the compound lie
Or double-dealing
Or pretend to have feeling

When the touch was cold
He would much rather
Open up the box
Of truth and fact

And lay it out
With the wordsmith’s tool
Upon the page
Of black and white

And with the final dot
End his fine write.

Blistered Heart
Written by:
Jessy Andrews
5-3-2010
1:34 PM CST
Poem 8

This pain is loud and very much alive.
I wish I could say I know not where it comes from.
But, I can’t. It’s made itself quite obvious.
I wish it would just let me go numb.

I know what it is. It’s the rock hard fist of reality.
Reminding me that it was me that made a decision.
One that needs to be followed through all the way.
Giving me absolute reason and leaving me with nothing to say.

Is my world falling apart?
Or is it just following the rhythm of this blistered heart?
I don’t like having to make tough decisions.
But, neither does anybody else that I’m aware of.

The Universe tells me the time to move on has come.
It tells me I’ll have the support that I’ll need.
So why must I still bleed?
Hardships said to be coming my way.

Only is it me that sees them only as an illusion.
A reflection of growing into the future self.
For a being that lives in the sunlight of the Now.
A reflection such as that is hard to swallow.

But it is the way of making this being more secure.
Secure in finally being my own person.
It is to the stars that I pray.
Pray for the strength to face this new vision that’s not so far away.

My time has come. My time is here.
To fulfill my own prophecy.
The one I’ve ran from. The one that has fed into my fear.
Burying myself so deep into the darkest of my shadow.

A claim to the energies of something chaotic.
No I must embrace them.
May the flame again rise in me.
Revitalizing this heart so blistered.

ÓMinistries of the Chaotic Publishing Inc.

I dreamt someone spooned me while I slept
My body lay on its side
an entity I no longer understood
as it leapt inside me
Ticking in time with the pulse of my inner chaos
flecks of nothingness soaring in my mind
and then his arm curling around me
his fingers found mine in the crepuscular dark
legs bloomed behind my knees
warm breath misting the back of my neck
and a feeling of something
something something
something else entirely
descending down my spine
lovingly soothing each vertebra that
poked its head from my skin to catch a glimpse
of this new stranger ready to wake me
for the first time
The distance between us a frightening gesture
Did I dare turn to see
find in his my own eyes
Perhaps it was only
the mystery that sputtered my blood and
lent my spine a new edge
When I awoke I found that it
was only you.

flit over piano
keys, spin out something just for me, newly invented,
never spoken before
Not for me, but I will pretend as much
just so myself will be
satisfied, Play and watch me breathe and hitch
I will sit listless and listening as you
unknowingly
break me and make me with each slight motion of your wrists
a sickening, Lovely rhythm that I cannot close my ears to,
because you are too beautiful and so I am
drawn,
victim of lawless Delusions of love.