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you and i would dance in Circles,

holding knives in One hand..

..lashing at eachothers Throat,
n
holding thee Other.




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farther than ill ever Look,  
is
where ill find my crooked Smile.

i
finely found the courtesy
to
read a word of Poetry;
even though it only left me
questioning the Meaning
of the
feeling that it Founded,
endowingly inClining me
to
climb the highest Mountain:
loudly it inSpired me.








writing is my Dowry,
reading is the Marriage
that i
cherish at the merit of
disparaging Diaries.


"i am just a Parrot;  
a
parently we share the very
arrogance n carelessness
of
barreling Pirates."


i am just a Sparrow;
rowing over galleries
of
shallow hailing Peril..
..Paralyzed.


"i am just a Shadowing,
Shattering glass."










gallantly we Gather;
"glaringly Gradual."
happily we Harrow.
"inherently Hollow."










powers of eXistence:
symbolisms Tower over
flowers of Ivory.
"i am a Shower".


hours of Shadow;
over-cast horizons
like the
rising of Talos.
"Talos was a GIANT."


i am a just a Cane;
able to be Slain;
david and goLiath.
"i am leViathan."


i am just an Angel.
"April"......May.






Copyright Jesse James Adams

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Any Body Care?


any body Daring Enough
to
Fake it?


any body Gracious enough
to
Hide their Insults?


any body Kind enough
to
**** their Laughter?


any body Mindful enough
to
Notice an Open mind?


any body Polite enough
to
Quietly Respect
the
Sentimental Truth behind
the
Universal Versatile
styles of Writing
of
Existential Youth?




"Zzzzzzzz"








Keep Sleeping, world.








Were the ones that burn your Book,
cook your Meals n wield your Word,
turn your Tables up side Down,
crown your Halos right side Up.


Were the ones that up your Way,
wake you Up n pull you Down,
down your Blood n **** you Dry,
dye your Hairs n ware you Thin.


Were the ones you think you Killed,
Still the ones with willful Thought:
All the ones that cross a Line,
Im the one that signs its Bill.


Were the ones that build you Up,
cut you Down n shout out Timber!








Were the ones that tip the Drill,
tilt the Ships n chip the Chucks,
hunt the Mills n spill the Guts,
cut the Hairs n bare the Gift.


Were the ones that give you Lift,
lift your Covers,  tuck you In,
ink your Spines n sing your Ticket,
tick your Time n tie you Up:


Were the ones that punch your Clock,
block the Sun n run in Flocks,
lock your Wings n sling the Rocks,
Drop your wings n swing you High.


Were the ones that hide in Packs,
axing........Axing........stacking........Lumber.





the­
"people you are After
are the
people you dePend on."

-  Tyler Durden


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© Copyright Jesse James Adams


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on
days like today id wake up Early,

leave my house around six oClock,
n
jog along an open Road;

roaming where the Wild things are:.




an
arching Path of narrow Trees,

teeming with Bones -- n flowing Marrow, -

..rowing boats with open Sail,

sailing the Coast -- of crows n Sparrows..




- rows of Golden -- golden Sand, -

..standing in the glass ive Broken..

- kinder Gardens -- carved in Tinsel,

sullen Ghouls in foolish Garments,,



a
misting Muse of musical Grace -

..racing through the moving Swings..

- singing me Through -- a ruthless Maze.

..gazing at its Beautiful -- beautiful Wings.

everyone  was  Lying  under
crumbling  Structures
of an
abandoned  Highway;
embracing  the  Rubble
of a
Once-Comforting  Silence...


...licenses  were  Falling  
from the
wallets of the passing  Bygones...
...gawdlessness  was  falling  from  the  Sky­.


I  Rana  Way.

is it Weird
that
i find Icebergs...
...scarier than Sharks?

- Jack

"normally my Message,  
is
meant to be diCouraging:

urging you to reConsider
burning these Chemicals.

medical aWareness
is my
bearing of Courtesy.

burn it with the **** n Liquor...
...this is a Poison."








poising........Posing  
as a
potion  for a  Voiding  
all the
voices  in yer  Dozy  
little
Red  Dead  Rosie  
little
posie  of  a  Head.
"Red  Red  Rover."


"Victor........Please..­
..come to Join us.






.

april's  Dawn  is  all  but  Cold;
holding  Not  the  paper  Flag­.
fragging  Gatlings, slashing  Throats;
throwing-over  plaster  Tanks.


tangled  Ra­ils  have  sailed  off  Coast,
coats  have  Hanged  from  dangled­  Rope.
boats  have  Sanquine........Daggered  cloaks.
loco  Moti­ves  don't  hold  Back.



but



Baggage  claim  has  made  me  ­Choke.
coaches  Host  a  stage of Battle:
Cattle  prods  n  pods  n  Groves,
growing  Pains  of ­ ancient  Product,


Prada  bags  n  drags  of  Smoke,
broken  Cu­res  of  pure  diSaster,
after  Math  n fractured  Bones,
bowls  of  Ash  n vats  of  Toxins,




Oxy  ma­sks  n  massive  Tokes,
hopes  oF  Dank  n  thanks  oF  Cancer,
c­andid  Land  of  sandy  Coves,
evoking  Cloves........n  copacaBa­nas,


abandoned  Cars  n  bars  of  Gold,
scolding  Coals  n  so­aking  Flesh,
selfish  Goals  n  loads  of  Chocolate,
"Charlies ­ gotta  rotting  Soul."




swollen  Chops  n  blocks  of  Engine­s,
wretched Thoughts  of  wrongful  Justice,
"just  this  Once  i­d  like  to  ****  it."
willful  Whims  n  *****  Wonkas,


walki­ng  Fogs  n  falling  Trenches,
wrenching  Claws  n  talking  Hea­ds,
headless  Worms  n  hordes  oF  Zombies--
robbing  kleptic  L­eprechauns,




calming  Storms  n  swarms  of  Locust,
hocus  Po­***  known  as Magic,
dancing  Trolls  n  tolls  of  Taxes,
Taxi  cabs  n  scalp­y  Tickets,


ticking  Clocks  n  crocks  oF  ****,
shifting  Roc­ks  n  toppling  Stones,
knowing  i  dont  know  the  Past,
passi­ng........Faces,,,,,,,,fading........Rainbows.




© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
just  Cuz  xD

cant we all just live n Let,
let live All n all forGet,
get a Long n long to Give,
give our Selves n help the Rest,


rest in Peace n piece toGether,
gather Hands n hand it On,
honest........Be:.......be our Best,  the
best we Can........cant we All?






cant we all just pay it Forward,
for the Sake of sacred Bond,
bond........Band........bandage Cuts,
cut the Ties of tyrant Forces,


form a Chain of changing Tide,
try the Curve of turning Tables,
able?.......Learn........learn with Pride.
pry the Bars........bar the Shackles.

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this is just a Slum  --  this is just a Slum.
this is just a Dungeon full of monkeys n Crumbs...
they
rummage through the Trash  --  smashing yer Drum,,
strumming their guiTars  --  barring you in Cages.




this is a Furnace  --  this is a Furnace.
this is just a furnace full of ashes n Fern...
...first its yer Flesh  --  then its yer Nerve;;
burning to thee End  --  ending in an Urn.




this is a Prison  --  "this is just a Cell."
this is just a Shelter of a skeletons deMentia...
..."ever met the people with a needle in the Retina?"
never ever Ever  --  never even Seen em...

..."credit to the Devil  --  dwelling in Hell."




this is a Palace  --  "this is a Palace."
this is just a palace where the people give yer Words back...
..."acting as a Friend"  --  infecting yer Palate,,
slashing yer Tongue  --  "tugging yer Blanket"...

...thanks to yer Mouth  --  now i never Sleep.
yer
"speaking to the Wall  --  crawling with Shadows."






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somehow i can feel
you Breaking,      
through these Walls  
of hollow Steel;  
hearing Mews    
of calm viBration,
sounding like the call
of Lightning.


i can See you,
loud n Clear.

hello to the Poetry -- reaching to the Sky.

hi to all the Sowing -- seed of eden's Meadow.

mellow you have Grown me -- meeting me with I.

i am all deVoting -- teaching you to Fly.

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© Copyright Jesse James Adams

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beFore, i was Starving,
sorry that i hadn't Eaten...
...then i had an Apple
from the
Poetry in eden's Garden.


.

you
"Argue and you Bicker and you Fight;
Atheists and Catholics,
Jews and Hindus argue day n Night;
over What they think is...True.
but
no one enterTains the thought that:
maybe God does not believe in You."


-  Bo  Burnham

sometimes i Wonder:
why you try so hard to be
a
beautiful Being.


being alReady,,
sometimes i think beautiful
should
try to be a You.


.

-
dancing on my Shoulder,
pulling on my Hair,
wearing me Thin,,,
...Killing me.

How Much Wood coulda Wood Chuck Chuck?
How Many Scares doesa Scare Crow Give?
How Many Songs doesa Song Bird Sing?
How Much Love coulda Love Bird Have?

is there a Light
at thee
end of a Tunnel?
n
how can i Trust ,
that
i wont be Blinded?

-

she
didnt really Go  -  with
pieces of the Puzzle;
didnt really Come  -  with
Confidence.  but
this is what i Know:
no one owns a Mona Lisa...

...shes a piece a Gold.


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good
Night........world;
how i wish i had the Time,
to
Lie with you, world;
worry Not the time will Reach,
when
we can be toGether,
ever More with more to Give,
and
Live in the world........forEver.

i  
wanna  be  an  Astronaut.
not  be  cause  they  go  to  Space...

they
Leave  This  World.

'wasnt exactly what i had in Mind...
...ooooh well  --  lol

funny how you never needed
Help when it was me n You...
but
now that im Gone,
all you do is Call.

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so many people would like to beLieve
that
leaving the Past by passing it By
is
buying them Time........why do you Lead
a
bleeding........Path of........living........a
Lie?








cause
"im........Logical."­



........Reelly?..






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-
Just Kidding...
...'really would want you to
look all Cross-eyed n ****.

write me all the Lyrics
of your
dearest of Diaries;

read me all the Fine print,
in its enTirety;

teach me all the Secrets
of your
creases n Piercings;

sing me all the Sirens
in your
silencing Spirit.






"It's...."






written in Clarity,
teeming with Ivory,

reaching for the Sky
as if it
wishes of Hiding,,

(demons keep the Pieces
as you
sleep up on a Terrace.

risky risky Business...  
:living in a Nightmare.)




"Merry..  Merry..  
life is but a Dream."

Merely..  Merely..  
mine is like a Puzzle.

"supple........Minded"  
mine is like a Beam.

,,"hiding from a Light."  
:lying in the Rubble.




"*******.. *******!!"  
*******.

something  about  how  the
sound  of  Death  was  deafinitely  Hu­mming:

ugly  but  Comforting  n  utterly  Beautiful,

beautifly ­ enCompassed  n  disgustingly  Haunting,

tauntingly  inTrepid  n­­  infectiously  Foul.






something  about  how  the
louder  it­­  Gets........regrettably  Numbs  me:

lovely  but  Smothering  ­n  ****­ing  inScrutable.

brutally  it  Clutches  n  seductively­  Calms ­ me,

calling  me  to  Bed........collecting  me.






ever  ever­  heard  ­of  the  Butterfly  effect?

anything  it  Follows  is ­ followed  ­inCessantly.

emptiness  is  Wallowing  --  swallowing  Everything.

everything  is  Hollow  so  how­  could  you  Question  me?



-   Headless Equestrian.

howd you get those Scars!!?

oh........wait..
..NOW i remember.