Who are we when love-struck
In that moment are we not living in the past
Gleaming hope from the reflection of a spark?
Or are we boldly standing strong it the eyes of fear
and knowing that no matter what happens,
no matter what comes, we are tied to this moment, this feeling.
We want to capture time in a bottle.
Eternity in a picture or the world in a song.
To feel the heart race, the blood flow, the desire build.
We want it all and for that moment, that second in time we stand frozen.
Glued to the biological, uncontrollable urge to control love.
To bottle the moment and have it forever.
it is the medicine, the one true drug that we crave.
It is that one moment that excites us and terrifies us and leaves us,
wanting more.
~J
Monday, April 28, 2014
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Pieces and Fragments
I have written these words 100 times only to erase them just the same.
I cannot seem to fit them together no matter how I pick them up.
Pieces and fragments laying around like pictures scattered on the floor
Maybe they were never meant to fit together as I choose.
Where are the missing pieces of this story I write?
Like a detective I stare at the story looking for patterns
hoping to find the one magical piece to bring it all together.
Each moment like a wave traveling across the ocean.
Slow and steadily reaching it's destination and crashing.
I can see it receed back into the waters of my thought.
Fading away as the next spills upon my shores.
And still the words do not fit together in any way.
The thoughts that crash seem random and without direction.
My thoughts now weary and tattered like a worn flag.
I put my sail in the wind and explore the very thoughts I watch.
Hoping that finding the origin will give me some answers.
Eye to the horizon where the stars meet the water.
Looking intently for what is not there.
It is only then, when I am alone with myself that I realize the truth.
I am not alone with myself at all during this voyage.
Below me the waters gently rock me but they are not my thoughts alone.
They are the thoughts of everyone.
The pieces that I thought were missing are the waves that I ignored.
The thoughts and emotions of everyone else.
The truth we all refuse to see is the simple fact
that you cannot put your life together without others.
Each peice you hold is a part of your life connected to someone else.
You cannot put it together without these pieces no more than
you can stop the waves.
~j
04/2014
I cannot seem to fit them together no matter how I pick them up.
Pieces and fragments laying around like pictures scattered on the floor
Maybe they were never meant to fit together as I choose.
Where are the missing pieces of this story I write?
Like a detective I stare at the story looking for patterns
hoping to find the one magical piece to bring it all together.
Each moment like a wave traveling across the ocean.
Slow and steadily reaching it's destination and crashing.
I can see it receed back into the waters of my thought.
Fading away as the next spills upon my shores.
And still the words do not fit together in any way.
The thoughts that crash seem random and without direction.
My thoughts now weary and tattered like a worn flag.
I put my sail in the wind and explore the very thoughts I watch.
Hoping that finding the origin will give me some answers.
Eye to the horizon where the stars meet the water.
Looking intently for what is not there.
It is only then, when I am alone with myself that I realize the truth.
I am not alone with myself at all during this voyage.
Below me the waters gently rock me but they are not my thoughts alone.
They are the thoughts of everyone.
The pieces that I thought were missing are the waves that I ignored.
The thoughts and emotions of everyone else.
The truth we all refuse to see is the simple fact
that you cannot put your life together without others.
Each peice you hold is a part of your life connected to someone else.
You cannot put it together without these pieces no more than
you can stop the waves.
~j
04/2014
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