there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in poetry on Feb 8th, 2010
The Tetragrammaton is irreversible.
I cannot see the light.
To force the Holy into action.
To bring His presence
back into Creation.
I know your name.
But you are not your
brothers’ keeper.
Consecration
spreads it’s wings.
It is the force that
turns the world.
It is the change
that time cannot deny.
It is the dream
that you never forget.
It is the Shaman
with no regrets.
Jack
I Listen.
Poetry
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I Listen.
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Posted in Basic Ideology, poetry on Jul 8th, 2009
Two cups sit.
Neither are empty,
yet neither are full.
Can we not pour
one into the other?
—-
Jack
I Listen.
Basic Ideology 101
Lesson #19
The Battle of Fulfillment
Poetry is Divine Force.
It smacks you on the back of the head until you listen.
Posted in poetry on Dec 3rd, 2008
This is kinda cool. Found it in an old binder. It’s dated November of 1999. That means I had just turned 17, so forgive any horribles, ok?
Spiraling Down.
—-
Snowblind
I’m twisted
I’m losing my faith
I’m falling so far
I can’t get away
Death draws me closer
I can hear no sound
All I can see
is dew-covered ground
It beckons to me
“Come closer my [...]
Posted in poetry on Nov 5th, 2008
Wrinkled time
conspires against me.
The liquid clockwork
voice moves to
dance with me.
I cannot see her
through the dense
liquid. I only hear
the clockwork motions.
We tango, back and forth,
to the rhythm of
a metronome,
moving in directions
that I could
never understand.
Am I just
another cog?
—-
-Jack.
I Listen.
#badpoetry
