Jungle boots work suprisingly well at keeping feet dry in snow,
but they sure as hell don't keep them warm.

I sit quietly next to the window,
          only opening it ever so slightly ajar..
My bones they feel the whispers
of age clinging to them.

Have you just listened to the
           outside world?
So much happening yet
never is it really heard in silence.

I exhale memories with each breath
                        seeing that which is now past...
If I could capture everyone to give
me that little bit longer, a net into reflections.

Hearing the footsteps, I  gaze wearily
                      they are false hopes walking by...
I was once as you are now, I had a good life.
But know I'm just so lonely, fading into a background.

I turn and listen to the life that is so vibrant
                      but I'm a forgotten picture frame...
I'm still alive so why did they just leave me here
deceased but alive, I'm a memory that's fading inside.

You all always need someone
To blame.
So cut me open
And observe my flaws
Again.

Pick the one
That loosely suits your
Fancy.
All this waiting for the other shoe to drop
Is making me
Antsy.

Light up
The fire,
And toss me inside,
Because I'm just getting
So tired.

But I have these visions,
I have these dreams,
Where everything is okay
And I just don't know
What they mean?

Gather in a circle
And cast your stones,
But know that each sin you accuse
Is your own.

My flesh,
Soft and pale,
Against yours,
All muscular edges
And smooth surface,

Leaves me out of breath
And hopelessly dizzy.

And when you hold me
And speak
The vibrations of your voice
In your chest
Elates me,
As I am all yours,
And you are all mine.

And hearing your laugh,
Or opinion
Makes my day.

Your hand in mine
Brings a light
Forth
On my darkest days.

I am warm as I
Drift off to sleep thinking
About it tonight.

All this time, I thought home was back in my hometown
The house where I drew on the walls
The streets I'd play on and fall.
But, being this close to leaving, I know that is not my home.
It's my safe haven, my childhood.
But my parents and my brother...
That's what I'm dreading to leave.
I don't want to be somewhere starting off alone.
I want to stay with these three parts of my heart
Because if home is where the heart is
Then how can I live anywhere but here?

If I'm lying flat on the ground

The ground beneath my feet

And you walk up to me;

Don't put me down with hateful words

Words I can't repeat

Instead, go prance off on your high horse

With the sarcasm which you speak  



Or come lay down beside me

Where land and bodies meet

That the blades of grass surrounding us

Protruding, from between our naked feet

Sing to me a sweet melody

That I someday can repeat

Tussled hair on head, swaying back and forth

Shoulder from shoulder, cheek to cheek

Grooving in harmonic rhythm

In sync with the beat.



Rays of sunlight bouncing

Off everything we see

A blinding self reminder

Of how angels get their wings



Sing to me, sing to me great melodies

Sing to me, sing to me my queen

That I should go to sleep at night

Dancing with you in my dreams




— Jason Klenetsky

this is forwarded to you
no one i know owns anything
and i don't think most people i know ever will
i'm tired of bewilderment and helplessness
i want so many thing to end soon
and i know anything is possible
in moments where everything is denied
but everyday clumsy stubborn beautiful ideas
wither and rot on the vine
i'm tired of this so called state of affairs
i'm calling an end to fear and paranoia and self-intimidation
i'm done watching the world spin, as if nothing is happening at all
i'm done waiting
this is dedicated to waitresses and junkies and carpenters
to secretaries and schizophrenics and alcoholics
to the imminent societal collapse
this is dedicated to girls kissing girls
boys kissing boys
boys kissing girls
and everything that falls in between
the future is as it ever was
uncertain, bleak, beautiful
for all we know, tomorrow they might arrest us all
listen closely to the movements
ascribe adequate weight to dissidents and whisperers
some hearts only keep on beating as long as you keep on listening
try to be free
try not to be afraid
no matter what they say
the end of the world will never come.