NationStates Jolt Archive

Smiles lost to an eternity
That reach into forevers dreams
That smile even though pain
That are themselves,

And loved.

Simple cries,
Of a child of hunger,
wanting to be held
by arms that hold them brightly

And

To love them.

*for my future children*

Jim SC

There once was a man from Nantucket...

Life As Darkness Falls

Days fly by
As night progresses
An upwards
Fall into eternity
Beginnings
Leading to the past

A lost soul
Leaving for a new
Sin lusting
For a new white bird
For a life
Brings with it new death

Light flickers
In the dark pit falls
As bird tweets
Far into the vacuum
Sighlent's wisp
Echoing away

Dreamers lay
Learning to grow past
Purely air
Dis’pearing within
Circling
With in a dark life

Trying to be serious. Be gone.

JIM

lost in the emptyness of my heart.
gone down into the depths too far.
so now im stuck in the black abyss
gone without a light
no hope for the future
no love from the past
no luck in the now
just a shell of a man who's empty within.
im lost.....

December 14, 1993
Love so Cruel

No one ever looked inside
My heart, my soul, the love that died
Or seen where loneliness resides
And the pain comes uninvited
Oh how the years have come and gone
Too many years spent so alone
And now my heart has turned to stone
Because of love left unrequited

So now my tears fall like the rain
To fall upon my page and stain
And only sadness will remain
To leave my spirit dying
Now what is left for me to do?
When heartache rips my smile from you
And love so cruel demands hers due
What's left for me? The crying

Whispers the float away
On the first wind
Flutters that tease the body
Tickle the mind
What I used to have
What I wish for once again
Once said aloud
They are gone
Into the distance
If kept hidden
They never happen
What do they want
To keep us going
To hurt us
Dreams
They have a mind of their own

Vengence is a Song best sung complete
but the angel of my nightmares
won't let me sleep
when death's door has finally been closed
time may return once more
to the way my dreams would have it be
it was just one long nightmare, my dream, and me
I walked a bit closer to that line of death
one cold winter day
looked across the street, there was death, smiling at me
a tiger-striped cat down by his feet
content to have his soul finally free
death grinned and walked on his way, but the cat remained, staring at me
a thousand lives, reflected in its eyes
a thousand deaths, mirroring my pain
death's duet played a fearsome tune
mocking my fight, scorning my soul
I don't know what I was expecting to find
but they were all dead and in my mind
it had happened eternities ago
I stepped back from the ledge and found myself
a bit closer to heaven, a bit further from death

Sorrow Seeps through the doors of this house
Creeping through the keeper of the rooms
Infesting the walls from within
The windows, cracked and broken, angle a strange hue
The portal collapses, jumbling itself in a pile of ruins
Lights flash, sporadically flickering here and there
Moments of lucidity, followed by a darker glare
Standing ominously, present but not really there
Rotting walls, crumble, revealing the bones within
Running a labyrinth through the house, but wearing it thin
The floorboards creak, cracked, broken, and scare as they are
Provide a firm footing,
one that is fitting for one who might slip through the cracks
The slow decay of the plodding ages
Takes its toll upon the house of man
The once glorious mansion, now cracked and broken
Falls to its demise amongst the dead leaves and dirty ground
A crumbled ruin amongst splattered rain
Sorrow seeps through the doors of this house
And the keeper is no longer there. . .




And a lot more that I would have to type up and don't want to right now. (its 2 a.m.)

I am fond of Haiku.



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We are lead by bush.

Who got us into this mess.

He's really stupid.
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I clasp the crag with crooked hands, looking over the rolling sea.

I am going to try to post two a day untill I run out which will be a long time from now but thanks for making this thread agian Jim

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poem rhyme
And some don't

here at the end of all road
i stand on the cliff of emptyness.
as i glance back behind me
i i stare over the whole of creation
and ponder what brought me here.

i look back on all i have done
and wonder if i was wrong
about a great many thing.
and if i was right about anything.
but whatever is done is done
and cannot be changed at all

so now i stand here at the edge of my road.
i stand on the threshhold of the unknown.
i close my eyes and take a breath
and take just one last step.
i wonder how far the fall will be,
how deep the dark...

but to my suprise, my foot hits solid ground.
i open my eyes
and i look down,
and the cliff it seems, has grown out to me.
so i take another, then another and another again.
each time the ground grows under me.

though i know not where i go, i know that the road is still there...
i just cant see it yet.

one last one to end my contribution (for the night) in humor:

roses are red
violets are blue
carboard is stiff
and so are you

(for a funeral)

An Accounting

It was my father’s voice cracking when
I told him of being cast out

of God’s congregation. It was knowing how
his mind would balance that equation

between faith and family, so easy with numbers,
with the reconciliation of accounts.

It was the way he hung up before handing
the phone to my mother, his loyalty

to God trumping family. It was knowing he would not,
could not offer even Lazarus’ moistened fingertip

as comfort for the burning he imagined I suffered
from disruption of my love from God’s.

I have no head for numbers, for equilibrium,
for the careful nudging of moral weights

on God’s provided scales. I cannot provide
assets that produce this position.

I do not know what I know, perhaps because
I am unsolved, perhaps because

I heard my father’s mind recheck figures
over the phone, came up wanting.

Smiles lost to an eternity
That reach into forevers dreams
That smile even though pain
That are themselves,

And loved.

Simple cries,
Of a child of hunger,
wanting to be held
by arms that hold them brightly

And

To love them.

*for my future children*

Jim SC
wait. are you big jim p?