it feels good -
now that you've erased me



don't come back

If it’s me, that they malign
Should it hurt, if I don’t know
If it’s them, that I despise
Does it, on my face then show

If I say I will, but don’t
Should it bother me inside
Does it matter if I care
If my pleas have been denied

If I’m feeling all alone
Would I feel better, if ignored
If I confess to you my sins
Will my conscience by restored

Should I tell you that I love you
If my heart tells me I don’t
Should I commit my life to you
If I know that yours, you won’t
BOEMS BY JA 540

There I was grounded to the base of my domain,
Arms at my side, motionless but heart still beating.
My mind not aware of the totality that exists beyond me.
Pursuing this innate ability to momentarily erase my existing conscience,
But it would still be readily accessible once the drums ensue.
I try to escape my dearest demons, running through their fictitious maze,
The the trumpets sound, my calling is now.
The jarring ache of the percussion vibrates through my half awake mind.

I am awake.

if one word in a thousand
lands where its needed
poet, your life was well spent.

When my heart fails and my love breaks
I shall keep on my sail
For my break won't fail

When he thinks I will wail
And they laugh that I stray
Then will I pray
And my fears Will assail

I will Shout and say
O babe arise and shine
For ur beauty won't wane
And sweet love you will find anew

its a truth
I am no better off than a blade of grass
but I can harness grass for many things

and when I am buried
the roots of grass will **** on my mineralised death.