hard times

i know
there's been some times
hard
through melancholy
though blind
i see

it's rough here
easy there
never knowing
in betweens
ours is ups

then lows

you rivers
i beams
extremes and calms
nothing in between

then
we wonder
why never middles?
that shortcut
to love
that i know exists
between

and now
hard times
abound
heavy on breath

and heat in sleep

i watch you
wish
that when i weep
that tears
of devotion
would heal all your needs
words often hollow
do only so much

what you need is more than i can offer in thought or in touch

i try
my hardest
sow for us love
what brought you to me
so now
in hard times

let me take care of us
until we can take care of you.

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i know that there's been some hard times
even through melancholy, though blind, i still see
it's rough here easy there
never knowing the in betweens
ours is ups and lows, you rivers and i beams
extremes and calms and so it never seems
that for us a middle exists
a shortcut to love that's you and me

and now hard times abound
heavy on breath and heat in sleep
i watch you and wish that if i would weep
that tears of devotion would heal your needs
cause words are hollow and can do so much
what you need is more than i can offer in thought or in touch

but i want to try my hardest, and sow for us love
that thing that brought you to me
so right now in hard times i want you to see
that i want you to let me take care of us
until we can take care of you.

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a poem, for you, because sometimes i know not how to do anything else. -j

gift

gift

as children
we dreamed
spun around in open fields
starring defiantly at the sun
and we dreamed

we dreamed
"the faster, the higher"
as arms became wings
wind beckoned our call
and off we flew
higher and closer to the sun
till our homes became small
and our souls filled with air
and suddenly our dreams
fulfilled
and suddenly dizzy at accomplishment
we'd lie down and giggle
till the excitement of dream's awakened
lay gently back asleep
inside of our hearts

we grow up

and suddenly life is more complex
and our arms no longer become wings
and we stare melancholy to the sun
wishing to taste its sweet rays once again

to again feel the thrill of flight
to again feel more than what our lives have become
to again ... feel

but one in a special few
though all god's children
never lost the gift he gave us
wings of dreaming
instead they become
were forced
or were simply left better
undercover
close to us, wrapped gently around our hearts
protection from a cruel world
and heart bitter with resentment
who tried to clip dreams
of more than just a life
were shielded against
and our dreams
guarded
became our hope
and salvation

till one day they could unfurl
strong and beautiful
sun lit ivory snow
spanning greater than the fullest sun
and larger than our grandest fantasy
and fantasies became real
dreams became reality
those special few
whose wings, could never be broken
dream larger, and grander
than a thousand suns
and whose life shines brighter
than all of them rolled into one
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needs some work but there ya go. other LA inspired poetry coming soon

night's bliss

day is done
night is on
all
falls soft and silent

god's time is now
indigo in hues
shadows alive and patient

mysticism swirls down
her tender lanky olive branches

she owns this stride
pride inside beems alive
defiant

fuck you
and your pin me down and screw me here and now look

i'm more than the night can hold
i'm spirits ancient and souls of old
i'm my life's years rolled into one

stronger than the hardest of stone
and more powerful than you'll be graced to ever know

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blood lines

carelessly we
riffle through the aisle
left over valentines day cards
priced to sell
but nothing moves
we stand apart
breath barely audible
sour musak above
another nothing-perticular-to-do
sunday
my apologies
as i stare at you
you hate it
i can't help it
i've only recently discovered
happyness lies in simplicity
a glance in your direction
sparks poetry
love, blood, lines, words
hundreds of undescribable things
wrapped up and assumed to be
love

later as we lie
wrapped up and swirled
post-coital bliss
you'll walk off and i'll stare again
caught, you chuckle
reason it off as weirdness

alone in the middle
this continent in your room
i retreat
wonder
what i did for
moments
small and few like these
where i know my greatness
i see it in blue
i see it through you
i'm never as important as i am
when i'm in your arms

(jrg- c. 3/01/05)

untitled

the moment i met you
the rain
stopped
chaotic gray of clouds
gave way to light
i could believe again
in someting more
than the lonelyness of
one
raucous laughter
feeds a once weak
malnurished heart
tender seperations
broke us
made for so many empty days
empty days are back
once again

by j & r

oddity

world so full
around - up - and through the bottom
people
all over falling off the face
people who kill
fighters who love
heros who disapoint
nobodies missing for years
dicotomy- rampant
and me
a little oddity in my own microcosm
whats "plus one" gonna do?