Oc Sr
Current mood: tired
Category: Romance and Relationships

Open,close,Shut,release.
 
Consumed with passion,
 doomed into indifference.
Remembering what it was,
 that should've changed,
  what could've been.
 
Ignoring the love,
 hopeless to forgive,
  faithless to remember,
   the lies that we live.
 
James

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Young Rings
Current mood: mellow
Category: Romance and Relationships

Always there is time to see.

Always I see the times.

Short is it all.

Twined by our forces together,

 by destiny,

the seed we sprang from gives our love life.

Lessons,

 hard for us both,

 time apart.

Pains unhealed,

 unforgiven,

  unforgotton,

counts the young rings of lifes journey.

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Words
Current mood: creative
Category: Religion and Philosophy

                                  WORDS 

Motherfucker!

Asshole!

Dick!

Pussy!

Fag!

Son of a bitch!

Bastard!

Punk!

Cunt!

(etc.,etc.,)

     These are just some of the words that i don't understand!

                      What do they mean?

                      Who first used them?

                      Why do people see them as being negitative?

                      Why do they produce anger, shame and a host of many different feelings? 

                      For that matter, what point am I making?

                      What do I mean?

                      Do I care?

                      Does it matter?                                                                                                                                          

 JAMES

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Old stuff
Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry

FRUSTRATED

truth!
love!
ha! ha! i say to thee
what is this to the lonely animal?

yes, i've traveled that existance to find nothing
to sustain my soul!
only liars, the main stream flows!

better to walk in burnt flesh smoldering
from fires of hell,
than to accept the surrender of my reality
in exchange of broken promises,
from an empty well.

~James~

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Self......
Current mood: awake
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

SELF EXPERIENCE

 Are the thoughts of others the clay in which we are shaped?

Where does one begin to find "SELF"?

Would it be through our "EXPIERIENCE"?

Experience tells us a lot about "OURSELVES", for by the degree in which we react to an experience testifies to "something" about us.  But, does  experience shape, self.

I have experienced the imprisonment of my body which did limit me in someways to those things which our physical self experience. I had lacked the soft touch and wonderful feeling of a woman for many years, what has this experience taught me? 

I had become aware of the many aspects of a woman without being around them. Through television, books, letters etc. etc., yet with out experiencing women I have formed a great deal of knowledge about these wonderful creatures. So, in that, experience has not made self known.

Experience has taught me that "friendship" is not a word to be taken seriously, for I thought I have had friends when only to find out that this friendship had rules, regulations and expectations that I was required to abide by them in order to remain in this relation. How strange.

Experience has taught me that there is no friendship with out guidelines!  Yet, in me, I view friendship as one without guidelines and no experience has taught me that. How can that be so? What is it within me that causes me to "be" that way? Could that be self? Is the person requiring guidelines being "self"?

Experience has taught me that breaking the law made me a convict.

Am I a covict? Convicts are generaly rude, angery, fearful hostile and mean. Am I a convict? Experience "has" taught me that these titles fit nicely to a convict yet, I do not fit into this realm of existence for I am polite, happy, unfearful, nice and understanding yet no experience has taught me this. Why then, do I not fit into the convicts description of this guideliner friendship way of being? What experience has taught me that this is " the way"? What is it within me that keeps me from being a convict? Is this "self" ?

What about the thoughts of others? Does how one feels and perceives me shape self? I wish to be accepted, as most do, yet to reach such a lofty goal requires many different things.

Clearly, at least to me, experience is not self. It is only that......

........Just an experience.

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Alone
Current mood: confused
Category: Writing and Poetry

ALONE

                
A confused stranger longing for care,
 a light in the darkness, a shadow in despair.
This smile I impress to conceal the pain,
 emptiness fills me, where nothing remains.

           
Fortify my mind in treasures of:
        understandings,
         knowledge,
          wisdom.

             
Trying always to escape it:
        loneliness.

~James~

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Blind's Eye
Current mood: okay
Category: Writing and Poetry

BLIND'S EYE

Behind the blind's eye, there is reality's host,
empty darkness, a lonely place to most.

Gleamings of faith, a path has arisen,
behind the blind's eye, unaccepted vision.

My spirit drawn, to an endless horizon,
seeking to shake, this fleshy corosion.

Such parting gifts, nature does bestow,
eternal life, the gleamings they do show.

~James~

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The Soul
Current mood: thirsty
Category: Writing and Poetry

THE SOUL

Through the eyes of mortals I look out and view this world.
What sadness and despair I see.
Why do they devise ways to surpress me?
Their blindness has hidden me.
Their lust for death withers me.
I call to them but it's regarded as folly.
Do they not understand themselves,
 their goal,
  their destiny?
A life of forever I offer to them,
 dreams of joy they cannot comprehend.
Do they not know of my passion,
 of my longing,
  to free them from this frozen existence?
Truely, they are lost within themselves.
A temporary faze I suppose,
 of pain,
  of despair.

~James~

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Vision of a day
Current mood: groggy
Category: Writing and Poetry

VISION OF A DAY
(county jail 1990)

The little window, in my darkened room, looks out to a red fire box on the wall.
 The ceiling, shows a corner of light, shining brightly in my eyes.

Enchanting wisdom weeps my name,
summaries of a vision in my day.
Containing hidden pains of sorrow and fear,
in the reflection, my eyes fall no more tears.
A lost and lonely man I have seen myself go,
confused for not knowing what they thought I shoud know.
This house of concrete walls, rebar steel,
plastic faces disquising how I really feel.

I am free within my darkened room, with the light shining brightly in my eyes.
Tonight I have found peace for a time, no matter what it seems.

~James~

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Untitled
Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry

UNTITLED

I saw,
 i've seen,
  i believe,
   the falling flutters of a leaf.
I think,
 i thought,
  i heard a sound,
   or could it be,
     something dropped,
      lost and never found?

~James~

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