Loki Listens

Surprise! This one’s actually worth reading, I think.

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Fallen from grace,
glance, the angel!
Not knowing what
knocked her down.

“Things do tend
to fall,” she thought.
“Unless, of course,
they know when to fly.”

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Jack
I Listen.

Poetry

Tags: 2011, angel, angels, fallen angel, falling, flying, grace, logic, poems, poetry

In the lifespan of the universe, we are about at the mid-life crisis.

Tags: comedy, crisis, idea, joke, life, lifespan, lifetime, thought, universe

The web is spun tightly by the spider. It crawls our memories, creating nodes and connections to them. The spider spins eternally; making us who we are, letting us remember and ponder. The spider crawls across the strings to attach a new memory, close to the inside of the web, his spinnerets moving with a rhythm. Drum beats and strange cacophony sounds made up the music to which he spun. The sounds cause the web to reverberate, and a small mistake is made. The spider moves quickly to fix this light error in the memory of someone’s life. At least someone the spider will never meet, for he must always spin the web further and further, until it is large enough to capture the man attached to those memories. Then it will take the strength from him, and choose a newborn human, for it’s next web, of course.

Jack Lhasa
I Listen.
Fragments

Tags: fiction, fragment, life, mankind, memories, memory, mind, music, philosophy, spider, spider web, spiders, spinnerets, theory, webs

This fermented hops
could never
compare to you.
Your glory surpasses
all that is.

Amen.

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Jack Lhasa
I Listen.
Poetry, Prayer

Tags: amen, beer, compare, glory, hallelujah, original, poem, poetry, pray, prayer, praying

Again, you were warned. I’ve felt very poetic lately.

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I forget that
I’m falling
away from you.
Please hold me.
Don’t let go.
I can’t stand
to feel the air
on my skin.

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Jack Lhasa
I Listen.
Poetry

Tags: AIR, comfoty, ethics, falling, love, lust, please, poem, poetry, skin, standards, trust

I marked it. The warning label: Poetry is attached. Read at your own risk.

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Upwards you lift me.
In your eyes,
I never fell.
I’m still far from my prime,
and many years to go,
and even further
from falling.

Thank you,
for giving me
someone to
believe in.

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Jack Lhasa
I Listen.
Poetry

Tags: belief, believe, crescendo, fail, faith, falling, idolism, parenting, peak, poem, poetry, thanks, years

You saw it in the title. Skip it for your sanity.

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I search through
boxes and boxes of notes.
Trying to read my
chicken-scratch writing.
My notes are worthless.
I should just burn them all.
Just like the notebooks,
I let her steal.

Start over, clean,
just like them.

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Jack Lhasa
I Listen.
Poetry

Tags: boxes, burn, fire, memory, notebooks, notes, poem, poetry, regret, starting, steal, stopping, theft, writing

Like mud sliding effortlessly into the streets, my name feels greasy.  I’m ashamed to call myself shaman or savage.  I fail these titles so often.  Can I live up to what I’ve started?  Can I grab a hand and pull myself back up from the mire?

Jack
I Listen.

Fragments

Tags: dark, failure, fragment, Fragments, mire, mud, potential, savage, shaman, shame, streets