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Jared Eli Mar 2014
Hoodoo, Voodoo
Anything that you do
Think of what it will do
To your friends

Buildings, Guildlings
Masonic or class rings
Remember what the choice brings
When you choose

It's not so simple just to disconnect yourself
It's not about the way that you ***** yourself
There are so many things that go beyond your eyes
And the many things that remain are just disguised
Jared Eli May 2015
So the sun hides, and you think nothing of it
The stars lose their luster, the moon fades to black
And you stand there alone, in your thoughts in the rain
Thinking how long 'til darkness takes root in your brain
But behold! There is Hope. . . floating by with another
And Patience rides past, and there in your mind
A question is born, and escapes from your mouth:
"What has been done to make all go south?"
Yet rain does not answer, nervous sun hidden
Moon and the stars pretend they're unbidden
So you remain, in the rain without answer
Learning to live as though bereft of love
Cold from the feeling and the darkness above
"Hold on," says the cat "hold on," he repeats
You make a fine pair: Helpless and Ignorant
Jared Eli Jan 2015
Rain and I fell, as if we had the right
And now we're left alone and side-by-side at night
Jared Eli Dec 2013
Pandas have yin and yang
Inscribed on their body
A reminder of peace
And unity
Among the united pieces
Of bamboo-eaters

Elephants are painted the color gray
The true color of actions
The Gray of Overlooking
Overrides black and white
And their wrinkles remind us
That there are some things
You can't iron away

A parrot sits
Filled with all the colors
Never to be called
Beautiful
But always different
Relating choice words
Like people
Who only want to fit in
Jared Eli Dec 2014
So you tell me it's getting tough again
And I tell you something like the same
And we talk and cry
Sob and curse
But nothing changes, not really
I want to be able to tell you
That sometime everything will be alright
Some time in the future, everything will be okay
But it's a fool's phrase
Spoken by fools for fools
And you are not a fool
All I can tell you with any sort of certainty
Is that everything will continue to be something
Until it doesn't anymore
You can take comfort in the fact
That your universe will remain unshattered by the unfathomable
Until such a time as it is
And even then, when your world is crumbling
And all sense no longer makes itself apparent
Even then you will not be able to conceive any of it
Your universe will be intact until it isn't
And when it no longer is
You will not know
And you can take comfort
If in nothing else
You can take comfort in the fact
That at this point in time
You know what misery has befallen you
You understand the why
And whether or not you are capable of fixing it
Is neither here nor there
Because what is important
Is that right now you have the words to describe everything
The good and the bad
So hold on to that
Hold on to your understanding
Hold onto your words
Hold on to your concepts and values
And thank the odds
That you have them
Jared Eli Feb 2014
There's something beautiful
About leaving messages
On his voicemail
When I need him
The most
Jared Eli Mar 2015
I say “Which wrist?”
Her hands twitch as she reaches down
Pulls up the sleeve with such strength to reveal
The places she tried to carve herself anew
Like a bowsprit to guide her ship
I say “It’s like Van Gogh
Because Michelangelo didn’t deal
With those hues of red
And I know you feel like a Picasso painting
But you are a never-before-displayed original
Valued priceless because the world knows
You are incomparable”
Jared Eli Feb 2016
Squibbly-dibbley-Dee
She loves me
Nurbley-durbley-dur
I loves her
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Gonna say 'I do'!
Jared Eli Jan 2014
It's one of those unmistakable feelings
Like something's been woken up, deep inside
Only something deep within potato peelings
Vastly changing within whom it might reside
Everybody deserves to have their taste
Maybe some can even drink forever
Every drop must be drunk and not turn to waste
Halting negative thoughts to return never!
And perhaps it's just my dreaming ways
Yet I feel this down deep in my heart
Like the Hopeful I am, I walk in rose haze
And hope that someday to close the distance we're apart
Jared Eli Feb 2018
Up and down the alleyway
The street art reeks of ****
And up and down I walk until
I cast my eyes on this:

An image of a girl aflame
Balloons in either hand
The rosy-red wrapped 'round her wrist
Her eyes fixed on the sand.

And painted waves lap painted feet
Extinguishing their flame
But water works with cyclic rolls
And feet in flame remain.

The latex melts and burns her hands
Her hair curls up in ash
And I walk on, untouched, unscathed
For art will fade and pass.
Jared Eli Dec 2013
Everything is unto everything is unto itself
Jared Eli Jun 2015
Who knows that girl from the city abroad?
The girl with the smile and the little head nod?
That girl's running 'round with the key to my heart
With the power to stop it, or my whole life start

Who knows that girl from across the way?
The girl who picks flowers each and every day?
That girl is a princess, not Disney, but still
She's got the wave and the eyes and the kindness that kills

Who knows that boy with his hand in his pocket?
His other hand clasping his mother's gold locket?
That boy's got hands so gentle and caring
Eyes just like icebergs into which I am staring

Who knows that boy with the scuffed up shoes?
The boy who brightens when asked to share views?
He's a real go-getter, and I just know he'll win
'Cause his pure little heart is bereft of sin
Jared Eli Jan 2013
Pitter-patter on my roof
Called for rain, and here's my proof:
That someone's got my number listed
To give me rain so I get misted
Jared Eli Jan 2014
I want to kiss you
So badly
Every **** day
Jared Eli Dec 2013
If I could change tonight
I'd wear pants, at least
aha so there's that. . .
Jared Eli Dec 2013
**** the police. I want justice.
Jared Eli Jan 2014
Sometimes things get out of hand
And the world seems to crumble
Down, down into the ocean that is life
Deep, deep, dark and uncharted
Both distinct and plain
Like a highly embossed stationary
Blank for stretches
Bordered by fanciful gold
Just waiting to be written on
As life waits to be written
Like stationary
Not a forceful demand
Nor even a request in any way
Simply an existence
Of waiting
Us
Jared Eli Oct 2019
Us
I am yours and you are mine
Let's be this way for all of time
And when I squeeze you close and tight
Dream of us when you sleep at night

You're my gal
I'm your man
Never let me go
You're my gal
I'm your man
Always love me so
V
Jared Eli Nov 2013
V
The thirst for life
I shan't live vicariously until I drink too deep
Steeping my too-old mouth in the freshness that is new life
Life stolen from those too naive to notice
And too weak to resist
I am iron and I stand tall
Taking hold of intrigue birthed from the shadows
That engulf the bed I have made
Laced with the bodies of the ancestors of my land
Counted out precisely to divide infinitely
The length of my life
Jared Eli Aug 2013
The Vague Hope is the substance that gets me through the day
That unassured thing that tells me, "Don't worry; it's okay"
It never tells me how the things that seem bad will be alright
So I cannot quite refute it, and with me it spends the night
It nestles in my heart and head, and I like child, hold it close
It's always perfectly designed to be a saving dose
It fills my heart, much like the feel of Love, both pure and true
But Vague Hope's non-transferable, so I can't give mine to you
All I can say is that you must request it from the world
And from the blackened heavens an answer might be hurled
Like a spear thrown from the hands of Romans into boars
Vague Hope may be presented to be kept; forever yours
Jared Eli Sep 2013
I will give you a virtual kiss
Virtual kiss
And a virtual hug
virtual hug
I just can't give you
A virtual me
Jared Eli Dec 2012
Walking the fine line of the guillotine
With the life and the blood seeping through
These victims of speech simply say what they mean
Because history can never stay true

Holding the fibers of the hanging noose
Where crowds and the black hoods abound
Watching the weighted knots coming loose
Stretching feet never touch frozen ground

Lying down next to the firing squad
As the men with their rifles take aim
Seeing the general make silent nod
The end in this chapter's the same
Jared Eli Apr 2013
And it's not because I don't communicate
But that's a starting point
It's not because I don't hear you
I can see what you post on facebook
Is it about me?
Is it about another man?
Who knows?
I wish you'd reply back once in a while
And maybe give me the courtesy of half a thought
Or just pick up the phone and give me a minute of your time
I've given you hours of mine
Let's talk sometime soon, okay?
Because we don't do that anymore
Jared Eli Apr 2018
And the shoe drops, filled to the brim with water
The shoe drowns, but I’m working the pumps
Keeping her afloat, keeping that shoe afloat
But she drops down , drifting, drifting
I’ve no galoshes but my feet are swamped and I can’t say anything
Never admit to cold feet, Dad used to say
Knee-deep in puddles and my only thought is “this is who I am”
My home-grown brand of comedy’s the life that keeps me living
And I’m laughing at the sound of me, laughing at my sight
Because the things I see and say and think
Are clowned up hard for me
A laugh a life and here I find
I’m laughing all alone
Wet shoes, wet feet, wet eyes
“This is who I am”
And I know it’s gonna be alright
I’m taking up the pumps
And the shoe that’s dropped picks up, picks up
Drifting off to sleep
Jared Eli Sep 2013
Woah.
Hold on a moment.
I just told her
"I love you a fuckton more than a fuckton. Plus a whale made of Jell-o."
I'm not even sure what that means
Does anyone?
Probably not
Maybe they're just words, but they seemed to make sense
When I said them
Jared Eli Sep 2013
Talk about yourself,
He said
Talk about your past
Talk of things that came to be
And things that wouldn't last

Oh, talk about myself,
I asked
Is that what you'd have me do?
Talk about the disappointments:
All the movies, books, and you?

Talk about yourself,
Again
He said, with a sigh and a cough
Pull out the stops, and pull out the plug
And beat the machine 'til it's off
Jared Eli Dec 2012
A scrap of paper, photographs
Bills and letters torn in half
Busts and trophies, dust encrusted
History to the yearbooks trusted
Books and writings left unfinished
Home in which the life's diminished
Slight wood carvings, half a speech
Tales of hiking, latched on leech
Kids and wife left in tears
Remembering well my too-short years
Jared Eli Aug 2013
He told me he believed
That I had the greatness in me
And to give up now would be
A sad, sad thing

He said it didn't matter
If I believed in god
Because god is all around
And I have felt him

He said I've touched at least
A thousand lives
And he's pretty sure
That I've touched more

He said that no one's perfect
And to hold them to that pedastol
Is a nice concept
But ill-advised

He said that I have it all inside
The leadership and knowledge
The power and respect
The goodness of a man

And it was all I could do,
As I looked at the man
Who I respected and admired,
Not to cry
I've been having these really bad fights with the voices in my head over whether or not to become an Eagle scout. A lot of it had to do with the twelfth point of the scout law: Reverence. I used to be agnostic and considered myself to be the most religious person I knew because I didn't just go to church on Sunday and just believe what my parents had sat me down and told me to believe. I used to think being atheist was stupid because there has to be something after you die and someone's got to tell you where you go, right? And it was impossible to be mad at something you didn't believe in. But then I thought I was using god as a scapegoat and I took responsibility for everything that happened and I thought, "What about computer programs? Where's their 'Afterdeath'? " which sounds silly, but I thought what if that was what happened to people, too? What if we just stopped existing? It's been really depressing for the past seven months, being an atheist, but I know that I can't just say that I'm a Christian or a Catholic or a Muslim or a Jew or a Bhuddist or LDS because that would be lying and I can't lie about religion because it means something to me. If I join a religion, I'm going to go all the way and be pious and follow all the rules and never swear and be abstinent (luckily still a V so I have that option) and not consume substances and ask for forgiveness and give myself to the lord and be really nice and good and want nothing material and benefit society. But I can't do that. At least not yet. And I've got to find out who I am to find out if I ever can, which sounds really cliche, but I don't want to taint any religion by being in it only halfway. And I know that people do that all the time, but I don't want to be one of THEM. That's how I feel about the Eagle. It means something to me, and to me it should be given to those people who are the embodiment of scouting, who are basically almost saint-like. And I know I'll never be. So I've been having these conversations and been being ostracized accidentally and been fighting with my parents and been wanting to either run away or **** myself or both and then been worrying about my sister and how her life's going to turn out and realizing that I'm a terrible, terrible person and a worse friend and hating myself and wanting to change and knowing I can't and basically just having an all around bad time of it all. Until tonight. I talked with my friend's dad who is this firefighter and I've never wanted to be a firefighter and still don't, but I've always admired him and wished we could just shoot the breeze and he told me that he thought I was an Eagle already. All that I neede now was the paperwork. And the fact that he said that, that he believed in me, that he took the time to tell me that he believed I should do it and that I was a great scout and that even through everything I've been through I kept a-smiling and it takes a real gift for that, the fact that he did all of that for me made me feel really relieved and it made me consider going for Eagle. So I don't know if I will or not, but I do know that if he had just given me a slantface contemplative look and said that Eagle was up to me and that it was up to if I felt I exemplified it, I never would have reconsidered and would have closed the book.
Jared Eli Dec 2013
I have to understand that what I did was out of
Non-necessity
The actions that occurred,
All happened because of me
What I've worked for is undone
There's nothing left to work for;
there's nowhere else to run
I've shot myself in the foot
A thousand times a thousand times a thousand again
And every time I pulled the trigger
The hole kept getting bigger
Until there was no foot, there was no hole, there was no end
To the pain that was self induced
The end that my actions had produced
Made me sick to think that I
Had caused my heart and soul to die
Jared Eli Aug 2013
It's a whirlwind in my skull
Mind flipping this way and that
STOP
Dizziness is good for the soul I think to myself
But then it starts up again
Mind tossing this way and that
It won't stop
It can't stop
It's a whirlwind in my skull...
**STOPSTOPSTOP
Jared Eli Oct 2012
Wish I were a satellite
To send my cares away
Spot them as I’m coming down
And vanish with the day

Wish I were a lightning storm
With color, light, and cloud
Silently define the night
Or shout my presence loud

Wish I were a butterfly
Caught in a hurricane
Ripped apart with regal force
Accentuating pain

Wish I were a grain of sand
By ocean, lake, or bay
Caught within a gentle wave
And slowly float away
Jared Eli Jan 2013
It's not that today doesn't mean anything
And tomorrow seems empty
Because that's how it always is
How it's always been since that day
The day we changed
And I doubted it all and everything

It's not that I can't taste the colors
I can't hear the hues
Because I never could
Not without you holding the mike
And a speaker beside my ear
Leading your voice to my soul

It's not that the sky is empty
Without the presence of your fabled creatures
They wouldn't fly without you
Or even give me a second glance
When I begged their return

It's just that I'm lost without you
Without us I've no sense what to do
The world is a tattered, gray, lifeless stone
Cast from the heaving pit of Hades' stomach
As a penance to the sun
And it is no consolation to know
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Stephen King says to keep writing writing writing
Even through the days when I have nothing to say
The days when it's like fighting fighting fighting
And the plot like clouds on fingers slips away
Jared Eli Nov 2013
You are magic
You are cute
It's true, it's true

You are gorgeous
You are fine
It's true, it's true

You are infinite
You are pi
It's true, it's true
Jared Eli Mar 2014
Sitting in my skyscraper
Watching the world burn
Just sitting here, untouched
On the flaming globe I earned

I sit back in my skyscraper
Pull the blinds and shut my eyes
I think of what is left
In the world that I despise

Oh, yes! The flames are coming
Reaching far and wide
And they're faster and they're hotter
Than your mail-order bride
Oh, yes! The flames are coming
Taller than you'd think
And they'll burn you to a golden crisp
Before you've time to blink

High up in my skyscraper
I know the outcome’s wrong
And it never would’ve come to this
If the world all got along

I know I’ve earned this skyscraper
Because it’s the slowest death
Yes, I’ve earned the prolonged agony
And I’ll wait for my last breath

Oh, yes! The flames are coming
Reaching far and wide
And they're faster and they're hotter
Than your mail-order bride
Oh, yes! The flames are coming
Taller than you'd think
And they'll burn you to a golden crisp
Before you've time to blink

Sitting in my skyscraper
Watching as I burn
I sit here as I’m touched
By the flaming death I’ve earned

The flames consume my skyscraper
I’m falling from the skies
And I’m all that is left
In the world that I despise

Oh, yes! The flames are coming
Reaching far and wide
And they're faster and they're hotter
Than your mail-order bride
Oh, yes! The flames are coming
Taller than you'd think
And they'll burn you to a golden crisp
Before you've time to blink
Jared Eli May 2018
I spent a lot of time on you, and that’s my fault.
Should’ve been more pragmatic with my temporal currency
I’m not a millionaire in that category, not yet
In any category, for that matter
I guess I never thought it’d be an issue.

Here’s the thing: I thought I thought I thought
I loved you.
Jeez. That’s a thing you should know, you know?
Something I thought I knew
But I was wrong.

It’s been a while, but memories come up
This time of year; this month
A lot of things happened this month, a lifetime ago
And you were in some of them
On the fringes, casting glances askance
Hoping I wasn’t watching
Knowing I was.

Like, I had a title— you gave me a title
“Give an inch” you know?
But I held my end until I couldn’t
And you never did.

I thought I loved you
I was wrong.
I know I love her
Because it feels nothing like before.

I wonder if you know what love is
Or if you only know wanting
The emptiness that comes from
Needing a foundation
Needing a stable parentage
Needing. . . someone to take up your burdens
Telling you it’ll be alright
Telling you you’re fine.

Needing someone to take up my position
I was a mechanic:
You’d take your problems in to me
I’d fix them up
And I wouldn’t charge you because
You were my favourite customer
I was never more than a stop on your errand run
If you could fit me in.

It’s upsetting, because so much of my temporal capital
Went to someone who didn’t appreciate it
Someone who could replace me
Someone who did replace me.

I don’t know why I thought I loved you
Maybe proximity gets you confused
Maybe familiarity gets you confused
Maybe maturity pulls back the curtain, throws light on our idols
Shows them for the half-starved lions they are
The manticore illusion dies.

I’ve been spending my time better now
With better people
With people I love and who love me.

She loves me; you didn’t.
I win; you lose.

I don’t think about you all that often
But when I do
I don’t get angry
I don’t think about you all that often
But when I do
I hope I don’t ever have
to make small talk with you

I don’t think about you.

But when I do
I hope reality shows you a mirror
And you peer into your actions
Remembering the people you chased away
The people who left you for greener pastures
And as you carve the tallies into the mirror
Marks of the ones who’ve gone
I hope you see that they are going toward happiness
And that you are living in unhappiness
Spinning webs of negativity as you
Verbally abuse the ones you “love.”

I hope life bites. And I hope you know
That you gave it the teeth to do it.
Jared Eli Oct 2013
I gotta confession
You're my little obsession
(I say little cause the shrine's only one wall)
I just want to see you
And I want her to be you
But that's something that won't ever happen at all
Jared Eli Aug 2013
Come on over,
I've got food!
It's alright if you
eat it all
I don't mind if you
want to watch tv
Just show me some sign
of you
not hating me
Jared Eli Feb 2019
And again there’s the flubbering
My hands like birds with broken wings
My words like birds with broken legs
Take all of me, have all of me
Unscrupulous though the scruples of my mind may be
Take all of me, have all of me
You and me and a pup makes three
And I’m fumbling, flailing, failing
As I fall deeper down this rabbit hole called
Mutual esteem

— The End —