Open up the Wound…by Jessie 7/05


Time has healed the wound
The scar thick and numb

News came today
Picking at the wound

Tearing at the flesh
Until the bloods released

Memories close at hand
Feelings unappeased

Am I still attached?
By this single thread

Is his blood half mine?
Have I been, deceived?

Do I want to know?
Was everything a lie?

Open up the wound
Memories will not die

Nose Prints…by Jessie 2/07

Little nose prints on the glass
Evidence of curiosity
Mesmerized by goings on
Intriguing and captivating
Holding long bouts of attention
Ten little finger prints on the glass
Stationing, for a closer look
Starving to see more
Intensely interested
What charms tantalize the senses?
Focused in daydream
Invisible to those who see you
The moment has passed
You are on your way
Left behind… little nose prints on the glass

Night Thoughts… by Jessie 6/05

Longing hearts and promises, to comfort in the night

Dreams of love, to caress the mind, and futures burring bright

Silky skin, and eyes of blue, cradles every thought

Experiences from younger days, the lessons all been taught

Time stands still when all alone; A man can barely think

Fill my cup to over flow; from it I take a drink

Written in the book of life; information shared

Intersecting pages; connections now compared

Possibilities endless; probabilities short

Plugging holes within the walls, protecting unmanned forts  

Options weighed and calculated; clutter every space

Endless opportunities; tails being chased

Close your eyes and slow the speed, of your beating chest

Focus all your energy; letting chaos rest  

A smiling face and open arms welcome and invite

Dreams of love caress the mind, sustain me in the night

Where's the little girl?…by Jessie 3/o4

I’ll pose a question hard to hear        
with an answer not in sight              
A question asked by a little girl        
at bed time every night                      

How can a father give a life            
then take it all away?                          
But that's what happened to that girl
one dark and troubling day

Her father looked into her eyes
and that little girl looked back
But emptiness was in her eyes
right after her attack

Somewhere deep inside the shell
that little girl dwells
Trying to hide, away from him
and her living hell

She crawled within her heart and mind
Trying to get away
But no matter how deep she went
The memory was there to stay

Trust and love was taken
Half a girl remained
Now she lives that dreadful time
Every day in pain

What exactly happened,
There is no need to know
Just the fact it cause this pain
That continues to grow and grow

Making up excuses
Just to get her by


Whatever happened to that little girl
Peering through those eyes?

Moment in Time…by Jessie 4/06

Close your eyes, stopping time; transporting self away
Existential experiences, mind wondering off to play
Look around, nothing moves, dissecting what you see
Embracing and appreciating all of what could be
Senses sharp, all five of them; tasting, touch and smell
Ears wide open, eyes are too; in the moment, is where you dwell
Arms out to side, feel the breeze, penetrate your form
Sunlight reflects and bends the rays, as if the air was torn
Birds in flight but never move, study while you can
Why we never see these things, is hard to understand
Close your eyes, stopping time, transport yourself away
See the things you never see, while rushing through the day
Past and future, occupy, all our space and time
Present, just a notion, resting on the thinnest line
An elusive little moment, compiling our very lives
A compilation of experiences, none of which of trite
Enjoy every moment; the next may be your last
Close your eyes, stopping time, and breathe your final gasp

Menagerie…by Jessie 6/06


Too many days are all the same
The will has left, the inert pendulum silent, no longer marking time  
Glass menagerie collecting dust
A ghost town of frail figurines
Lifeless the sheen, pail from coatings of yesterday
Not even the trace of a fingerprint to announce interest
Tawas a time, excitement from the prospect of a new-collected piece, while much deliberation was given to its placement
Diligently, maintenance provided, dusted and polished
Imagination carrying fantasies of amusing situations and images  
Laughter recounted when viewed by innocent eyes
Now the foundations mirrors will not reflect what was or what is
Each days accumulation, another layer, each layer a little duller
Soon the only connection, a web, thin and translucent, linking one to the other
Paralyzed fragile pieces of glass, drowning in a sea of negligence
Your name whispered into a box of mementoes
Awaiting for renewed curiosity of another generation

LOST INNOCENTS…by Jessie

Children, the tiny seed of man; their innocents won’t last

For all the history of the fathers

Present to the past

What's sad is children never mean

Kind and pure of heart

People take that innocents and tear it all apart

The hopes and dreams of years to come

Placed within their hands

Expectations way to high

For them to understand

Pressures put on the child, from an early age

Just so fathers get the chance to stand on center stage

Weighting down the children’s will

Boot tight on their throat

Trench dug deep around their soul

A finely crafted moat

Children grow to be adults

And do as they were taught

While all along the fathers words

Sit within and rot