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All I can do is take it lightly that you don’t appreciate the
Time and effort I put in to this like a Sheppard from the olden days, the extras from the bible, disciples without rifles.
All I can do is pound her head with it so one day she can come back to me and say: “You were my savior, I never realized I was in danger. I wouldn’t have known, I didn’t have time, the end doesn’t come in stages,”
And I respond with not a smile, just a nod.
I’m not roused cause I know I gotta be louder so the whole world can hear it and force adversaries to deal with it cause I’ll be telling it forever more, till people scream for encores as I walk out the door,
Realize that I’m dreaming and I hit the floor. But its still gotta be told till my Hearst comes and carries me away, and on that faithful day I’ll look back on all the times I prayed for God to wash my sins away to the bay where the unfaithful live
With their kids following in their footsteps, meaning hell needs to be well kept like a pound or a vet with sick people in cages in rages screaming for second chances.
I try not to stare at the graves of those who blame their fate on it being preordained, covering my ears trying not to let my mind be corrupted by the empty substance of excuses thinking they could be allusive.
If they knew it, they would never have thought the all-knowing would fall for tricks of the downward-spiral trade,
But instead bumped them up to first class on the express and they end up where they were heading in a flash.
Straight down, step on the gas.
But they didn’t know, and they still don’t. That’s why the decisions are easy but the consequences are hard.
And altruistic benevolence catches people off guard.
But it must be said, so I’ll progress past stagnant and just move my lips and guarantee that if I put it in a song, it wouldn’t get a Grammy or be a hit, but my words with its only rhythm or beat being the snares of the constant motion and the bassline of the urgency behind it is my only chance so:
I hope you think about the person beside you
And realize they’re just the same besides their ancestor’s first names, and they need you. For a moment, or an eternity
Everyday there are people with needs more important than your own. And with this thinking, maybe even sooner rather than later, you’ll be the most important person in someone else’s eyes.
Then you’ll find where the better half of karma resides.

Hearted
Saw you in the right light
First time.
You brought me,
Here again
A little like,

The last time
Nothing like,

I’ve had before

But again and again we go
And don’t.

 

It gets harder and harder to keep your memories afloat
In this sea of sensual provocation and nothing more

But your hallmark calling had me searching anywhere for a trace
As little as a molecule to feel like I,
May,
Have been,
Apart of your time
And place.
You didn’t gave details
And I could never see you clearly
But I just knew, somewhere inside of me
That soon you’d fade into this thick, night, air
So heavy, couldn’t move
So quick, any other would have mistaken you
For a mirage of the dreaming state
But I felt and I knew
Open eyes underwater

Looking for the flame

You had it…
You left here…
You still do.
No proof of existence
But time seems to always reveal us
And you never fail to find your way back but
Jittery patience can’t hold in desire
Will no longer endure

Waiting can’t be mired in
I’m…
Hoping my image of you is more than my drawings being depicted in every crevice of my mind 
And you are as flawless in the sun’s sight as you were in the right light
I was…
Sure I could wait, for no time longer
When…
I find you, if you are you, will…

You allow me to?
Can’t wait for an answer
I’m…
Coming for you

Doing all that I can with the things I’m provided.
They say happiness is free, but I cant really find it.
and If you look hard at the things you believe,
you’ll find disappointment lures around
Every single believe.
In a world where’s there’s peace
There’s a prayer for destruction.
Will let of every bomb that we have,
Till where left here with nothing.
In soon time will revisit,
The mistakes of our past.
Everyone sees it coming,
But wont let of the gas.
In this crash.
Goes humanity,
Millenniums at a haul,
Till the next animal decides to make its way towards the shore.
And as that creature evolves,
And society forms
Will be the ancient mystery’s
There history books are based on.

I sit…
Sitting on a stoop.
Wondering what to do.

It’s five in the morning, crack of dawn, ain’t no mourning cause there ain’t no use in loving the morning.

No love in sight.
No human right.
No embracing life, cuz I gave up the fight.

F*ck you. I don’t give up a fight. I win and that is no sin.
Cuz it’s work and it f*cking hurts but it is the thing we all value with worth.

I love me but I love you more but then out of nowhere I’m called a whore.
Trust me. I feel I can see, what is meant to be, that is you and me.
We are different. But I love your spirit. I’ve been put in it but I’ve become the split of it.

The run to.
The guarantee.
The one to be.
You just don’t see.

My passion.
The way I put the lash in.
The way I always sat in.
Your waiting hours in.

I wait and wait,
don’t hesitate cuz I love it.
Your sweet face of fate.
Your smile, your style, your ups and downs.
You don’t talk to me but it don’t get me down.

a little sad, a little glad,

Copyright Jessica Reynolds © 2007

I wrote you never met you
but I can tell god blessed you
something special you are indeed
I wish you can trust me and than you will see or maybe its just me saying that we were meant to be my feelings for you are very so deeply strong but don’t know why I feel this way still for some reason I cant get you off my mind spending most of my time being so caught up in dazed on how you got me so amazed day dreaming of you and wishing to be with you but who would of thought I would have the childish and wildest crush on you but understanding you have a man makes me blue off the strength that he isn’t there for you making me wonder how could you be with him after what he put you through making me feel down I know what I must do I going to let you two be in a unspoken word of unspoken verbs and leave remember…if any things happens to you I would leave him six feet deep.

You see it cause I see it
but you don’t bother to stop and stare
cause to me its not fair
to you it maybe just a blare
to me its nothing rare

You was there I was there
I seen the pain when you ignored the pain it stood out in the cold dripping rain and till today I still remember the Wayne

You done it after I been done it
When you was doing it I was trying to maintain but I could let you go through it alone so rushed up like the blood in my veins and took your side and where we stood there together like bonnie and Clyde and in the end we still was there
Waiting…
Watching…
Staring…
But still could bear….
And till today we are still there cause we all know the struggle will never end

You came to me when you needed a friend and I was there you came to me when you needed some one to lean on and I gave my shoulder we was young but now were older and still together kissing and touches gives flash backs to one another oh boy remember when we went through it with your mother we had some good time and we had some bad but we succeeded and that’s in the past every one on the block said we wouldn’t last cause I was young and wild but that’s when I was a child your bother never liked me but look at us now we so close there no tearing us apart I known through elementary school and we is still cool lol (laughing out loud) just had a flash back of when we use to sneak in the pool old man Sam always gave of a chance like the time we stood out side under the moon and just danced most people say it was puppy love but it was the best of it I’m writing this to let you know I love you and I would do anything for you cause to me your my soul mate in your own words we go together like chicken on a plate.

She’s a beauty on the skin side she’s darkened on the inside she kneels and prays every day closing her eyes looking up at the sky she says to God you blessed me with a cures and I’m not sure if being born was worst you got me living a dream making everything look as it seems but deep down inside I feel unpleased knowing I’m living a worried dream so I ask of u to send me a guide of light in such a beam so I can have guide to find me in witch a way I can live life as me but not what every one wants me to be but as me , my self and I

Listeners shift attention to this smell:
Exploded tires are rubber siding for a shelter
plastic bags build bonfires

Down the block “smoke signals,”
Cry emaciated dogs for scraps limping

Competition cocks fight a frustrated crow
Servants “live-in” an outside kitchen; cooks for household
Flips flop on a painted concrete floor

Sniffing fake flowers
Makes us sneeze from the dust

Shelf of knickknack Jesus shrine
Maria-Hosep holds him just
A plastic automatic; little boy gun toy

His story is breeding
Listeners bear witness

Lives shred
Op-ed clippings
Ash rains
Terraces saturate the confetti shower of shell powder-body shock

Terminate the masquerade
Pudding body cotton family holy is the matrimony
Tobacco brother pallbearer plow the rice ceremony

“Piñata rain,” the milkfish comment as they nudge oyster structures
Confidence the mortar stacked to self-sufficient order
Built better than the fatal footbridges over ponds for fish
Broken by beat of boots and boys off boats
Born of pallet scraps and friction hands flicking off the ash
Born to break by drops in forecast

Clouds distort the cloud reflection
Pacific bleeds and puffs clouds everyday
Evaporating back to a saline state

Ships sailing
Even when the wind stops blowing

On a day when the wallpaper shone
preferable tones of uniform blue
green and the hottest white
I was walking

Even though the natives of this town might agree
that this alone should inject a fluid sense of serenity within me
time was rupturing

and the most outstanding feeling
was not unlike when you are going about your day
and coincidentally you approach an acquaintance

A light of recognition grows upon their face
which you attempt to imitate
they begin to wave a little
kindling affection

You realize they were looking
through you at the man
now brushing past your shoulder

You recoil from your peak
just before plummeting
to the rise of the sidewalk crack
your collected shell disassembles
entropic seabirds startle

Pausing at the overpass
I fish a pebble from my shoe

I throw rocks from above
a sign that illustrates such
(except it should look accidental)
beside the highway
buses substitute ladders and sometimes hoses
incandescent eyes follow
crates of chickens buckled in truckloads
where a body a vehicle

Feathers and fires fan
stretchers and cameras summoned
bodies shudder
Help is on the way

In my periphery an officer’s shadow interrupts the scene
He firmly grabs my shoulder lulling
It is not tomorrow yet
today I notice all the houses
built of brick.