#venture
It's twelve something in the morning
A vague block of time past
The empty celebration
I meander outside
Hopelessly alone,
Just me and a cigarette
And when it burns out,
No longer lit
I'll then yell and scream
Louder than I can
Untill my voice gives up on me too
Finally leaving me
And I can no longer
Even call upon a whisper
As I make the biggest decision of my life...
...at least up to this point...
To go solo for what's left of this venture
Where I hope to discover
Me
The entity
That I've heard called Jeremy
©2025
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
It's been said that “determination and persistence in whatever task is at hand
ensures success in that venture” if nothing else against you does withstand.
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 7:03 PM UTC
I am coming.
Traveling the current, while facing backward.
Watching the world change every moment.
Feeling the wind of past storms.
But I, am coming.
Taller than the tide, but shorter than the fish.
I'm a pebble in this abyss.
Without food or water.
But I am coming.
This place is still.
As I see no land, no water.
Only the sky, mixing the colors.
And I am coming
You're close, I can see it.
A light moving in circles.
The light stopped, opposite to me.
But I am here.
It's dark.
Time has halted, freezing my ocean.
I am here.
Where are you?
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC
I was told not to venture too far! (As if I was "supposed" to do as I was told, I said to myself.) But the matters are not within the details...but within the margin that exercises ALL believes about such a trip down a path your meant to go as far as your little ("wishful thinking") can take you that far! However, you aren't supposed to venture that far, (I said too myself) again, reminded of what they simply told me. That it was safer to take the path at which had more better structured limits! Better structured limits that were enacted under the ruling nature of a commanding authority! One that I (under NO circumstances) could pace myself against not to obstruct! I was young...and essentially alone in the world! That's why I broke the limitations they simply gave me.... So I could pave my own route for a path of my own choosing. Something that (if lucky enough) I could push past the limitations of that very path (by hindering the very trail markers that were some type of barrier that weren't aloud to go...ANY FURTHER)! I ignored their rules and carried on my own way (that I thought was best). Because if I just simply walked past the limitations with courage in my steps and the dignity in my own will to simply defy those very rules... Then truthfully...I was entirely unstoppable! That's why I trusted in my very gut that whichever lie at the end of the path full of limitations enacted upon the nature of a commanding authority.... That's where I'd find myself. By looking ahead of such rules and limitations, I could (essentially speaking) find where I truly belonged in the world. Not to be afraid of any such rule (since it was now of my very making)! NO ONE ELSE'S!!! Then at the end of my journey... I would know what it's like not to be alone in the world...anymore.
PS... That very wishful thinking of mine...had now transcended!
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
There is a lonely shadow that
Roams the street at night in search of her
Body, but she can’t, for it is buried under
The earth without any intention to leave
Its new humble abode; and it dwells there
In peace, and in sorties the ants looking
For pieces to steal and to bring to the
Queen; but the Shadow still wanders and
Travels the earth; the beginning of time
She beheld , and of the end she will be the
Observant; th’ immortal and the most
Docile servant; and no one to talk to and
No one to speak with; so she trails ever
Onward; with no sense and no purpose,
With no one to back her or lend helping a
Hand; so she strides and she cries with no
Hope for an end
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
...
Life gives opportune moments to be taken
regardless of the fortunes left unattended.
Leaving behind unassuming faces
to be faced with the hunting of oasis.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
Venture to the north
The peace in the east
The land in pieces
Going to small places
The pink and blue town
huge marvelous palaces
On foot for days
The sand and mud stays
at the back of shoes
The path left ahead is beautiful
But am I ready to face the shine
Where to draw the fine line
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Alacrity skies.
Sailing slow on tan sands.
Knowing this is nowhere.
But everywhere next to me.
To keep me company.
Parade fires in a phantom night.
Crowned love beating all.
Only act existing.
Guitars.
Drums wailing proudly.
Mountains greeting the stars.
With shelter under swaying pines.
Lasting only for the night.
Only for the night.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
In Life,
You can walk, or run
But you might get tired
Rest, and go on
In Life,
You'll meet people
First your parents, then friends
You'll have fun, yes
But you'll also be sad
Discouraged, irritated
Rest, and go on
For In Life,
You might go in rounds
You might have to dive, or fly
And sometimes,
You might want to increase your brightness to see clearly
But remember,
There's a father cheering up on you
Whom, loves you, dear
You will get burn out
You'll get stressed out
But remember
Sin(death) is not the solution:
Rest, and go on
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
Long sedative ride,
Harrowingly sweet.
It hurts me so,
To watch you grow;
To see you go
On for an adventure!
Some unknown venture
Into a future
Beyond iridescent curtains,
Where we are no longer certain.
Leaving these petals in the dust ー
My love, I have come to rust!
In a withering web, I've been cast;
I stand to fend off
A journey reaching its end.
As I eye your certainty:
A longing to be free.
I alone should bear this hefty fee
If my beloved would come to be!
And I will remain ー Not belonging, but still
Longing.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Falling for a writer is a venture
Whose destination is so indeterminate , as to travel the infinity and beyond to only realise you haven't moved an inch , also to have been still and been carried to around to eternity !
As baffling my words sounds so is the very thought of falling for a writer!
They could read in between the lines yet sometimes fail to see the perceptable words in those lines,
The little things they notice are like the million piece puzzle of the alluring picture they paint!
Only to discern how much it would break them to realize a piece is missing from picture!
We don't fall for them we live through them
Most of us as a chapter in their book
Only a few to have been the witness to their exhibit!!
Don't fall for a writer as it's a venture to the unknown
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
a tropher found Grau
and everywhere lay his fawn
while love's artifice dig chéri
and orient this earth that desire weather
and while out on the horizon he'll dust the farm
but still pond a sparrow 'bout to splatter its bath
in a morning of lust that soon will burn off
with an intent lasting sheen
fore the hour drive to town
as his roads are the ride
amid this country has made her shine
that always ponder the air on such afternoons
only to purchase a bottle of her perfume
then pleasantly he'll puncture the throttle
with a just look in her garden.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
To venture into darkness is frightful
but I know that that is where light is born.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
Something bigger than I am,
those shoulders over mine
and faster than I can be,
cannibalizing time,
it's not sad,
I'm not sad...
Someway it's worth one's while
seizing bubbles from reverie
and in between no crime,
starving now and then
I'm not dying,
it's not dying
What comes by nature grows,
poignant embrace to abide by.
To sharpen up a stem to a lilac rose
leaves bewildered but crucially alive
it's just my thought...
I'm just in a thought
But first I am
real and here
on my own to venture onward.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
a winding pathway
leads to where i dare not roam
still i venture on
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Falling into the jangce jang
We sing with a clear
voice
Pass me the passport
Sail on the roads
Of perpetual
Drum
Dream of baobabs
Dream of saharas
Levitations
Crush as snake eggs
Thou lamentations
Make me a poet
Surpass me as teardrops
Mingle in every waterfall
Augure my autumn
Argonaut my silken
Wool crave me as a mad
Hatter
Call me a beauty
I'll be your beast
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Time machine roared for a minute... Future was nearing
with outrageously high
speeded velocity Surpassing The Bitter Past & Collapsing back
In itself ! Surplus Evaporating Events have soared above the
mundane Blue Planet
Glistening, tiny, roundabout vessels have vanished silently, into the
wide open cracks internal to Ethereal MotherBoard Memory
of The MainBrain. Truly Our Vision Focused on the
upcoming Horizon of Hope Saw no Evil no More
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
In need to feel
more than mere
words poets press
continue reading...
My Poems here
are a common
red blood bind
horizon heeding
from blank to grey.
Tips are starlit as
the most bold ink-lined
beautiful formation
of space & time.
Seems
bizzare, un-limited
falsificated classical
old blue ink evaporated
with digital evolution.
Not aware of its-elf ~ existence
is sinking deep into my
tactile fingerprint cushions
Once I see guidelines
there's no hook to be
made out of necessity.
I add and add ad
infinutum and all
I see is Home.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
Mei Mei wears the same,
“Signature,” every week,
Silk atop a smell soiled – Mao,
Burnt wood boiling frogs,
And a mother crying alongside
Ditch;
Ancient and ever’ed, leather
Peddling vegetables,
Not so many sold,
And atop something slight,
Thinner than rice whittled wrists,
Her red-printed tender
Intended daughter, “away,”
Under pink bow tie
And dreams wrought a village’s
Wheat and desires ancient –
All they’d offer progeny.
Mei Mei’d been born
And Mei Mei’d be gone;
All a grin, all a stage,
Come left, those who’d know last,
Stone tiers tethered past,
And right,
Others that’d someday follow;
She’d only be the first to leave.
And sure, she’d been frightened,
And sure, she’d been homesick,
With phone, “home,” ‘ever palmed,
And dreams ‘ever determined.
She’d shiver leg, wax poetry
Big cities, and boys so that
Dreamt be dealt,
Demise, be ****** and
“Mei Mei’d,” take on the world!
Note - Inspired by a wonderful student of mine who graduated but days ago; grab the world by the horns, girl! You've inspired me, that's for sure!
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
I extolled them as they went about their
Menial tasks in suits of silk;
Sunday bests amidst the concrete, the earth,
The broken shards of
Bamboo splintered skin, hiding interiors
And further, the broken mirrors of
The broken memories of the
Broken histories upon the
Broken backs become names wrought ancient.
Though further from fractured, a family calls,
Beholden to the absolute intent, but one wish –
Eternity amongst the bountiful brethren left behind
Atop tea-brimmed Mountains and a
One malevolent, revered benevolent,
Mao.
One more saga prerequisite this newer dynasty red –
Witness the
Wives huddled plowshares,
The daughter scribbled arithmetic
And sons assumed thrones to legacy.
I scrutinize soiled – smoke amid pear peelings,
The dirtied – unscathed and archaic,
So very fatigued – just one more nail,
For his eternity, with scratch and
Sliver of blood, a sanctity upon chin
Beyond cradled hammer,
Hand hugging thumb,
Thumb beyond nail, iron or the
Heart impaled homesick;
But I and hand asserting tie, freshly pressed,
Almost gleaming with an embezzled prestige –
Born unto Arcadia, a puzzle near complete
Continued to run, with only second’s pause to admire,
So very far from the fields of, “father,” or first blink,
While Sunday’s best weep, work and wither.
This man with joint autographed, “end,” and
Soon to be mound, history wrought dust,
A chipped Henan ceramic
And hours in attempt to breach;
Behold the back of Chen.
The title of this piece was inspired by observing constructions workers wearing suits we'd typically wear for an interview. That being said, my venture in China is near an end - years in the making. What's next? Ecuador? Japan? Morocco? Montana? Either way, I could never thank China enough for all that'd become naked before I and my pilgrimage christened, "world."
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Walk with me My Love,
We'll see the world anew.
Hold your breath, take my hand
Another dimension, a sacred view.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
That is how they live
That is how this works
For they do see the agony
In our eyes
But they revel in the feeling of
Schadenfreude
What causes one's tear
Makes the other smile
But this is how the world works
There is agony to every soul
Pain behind every smile.
That is what sustains the world
That is what makes it worth the while
It may be the devil's evil thought
But nobody ever gets caught
Cause its just a feeling, this
Schadenfreude
The place where they talk
The place that they reveal ***** secrets
Is the place that nurses this feeling
Is the place, noone should be
Seen lurking in..
For then you can't hide
Behind ur hypocrisy
Where u say u r happy for the world
But actually their pain is ur ecstacy
For now u feel exposed
It is lifted, the cloak
You wore everyday as u reveled
In the feeling called
Schadenfreude.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC