Some Words For You

Word one is; 

‘thrall.'

Two words;

 'need all.'

From two to three;

'adore, I do.'

Time for four;

'I must have you.'

Five words quick;

'you light up my soul'.

Now then hit six;

'we’d be clean out of control.'

Seven;

'I beg you to take me to bed.'

Eight;

'I admit that you’re stuck in my head.'

Nine:

'A man such as you,

I could love forever.'

Ten:

'Start back at one.

And don’t forget this list,

ever.'

~j~

I’d like to drain
this pond
of misery,
down to the sandy,
black bottom,
just to see
what I see
but I won’t,
for the blindness,
it’s suited to me,
so allow me
to swim here,
and please 
just let me be.
~j~

Infinate Playlist

You know that feeling?
That feeling when you just want the right thing
to fall into the right place,
not only because it's right,
but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible?
I want to believe that.

~Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

I want to lose

myself in you,

sink into your skin,

draw you in,

clutch at your chest,

know you know best,

but you frighten me,

nay,

I’m scared to death

that you’ll be my downfall,

my final breath,

so don’t let me discover

your beauty within,

just stop me,

just end it,

before it begins.

~j~

That Moment

there's something to be said
for a man
who can do to you
with one press of his finger
what no man has accomplished
in a lifetime...

~j

If she were a kite,

he’d be her string.

If she were a bird,

he’d be her wings.

If she were a boat,

he’d be her sail.

If she were a beach,

he’d be her pail.

If she were a street,

he’d be her light.

If she were a day,

he’d be her night

~j~

Faintest scent

of coconut,

softest whisper,

I say, “what?”

then hear you now

as you repeat

and, once again,

my knees go weak

for it’s not

the what

but the how

with you,

in all you speak

and all you do,

that truly touches

the deepest part

of the

deepest secret

in my

deepest heart.

~j

For you?

Every apple in Eden.
To the core.

I’d of eaten them all
and then prayed for more.

~j

I want to

share a kiss,

stay like this,

feel like this,

pray like this,

touch like this,

ache like this,

please like this,

take like this,

breathe like this,

give like this,

need like this,

LIVE LIKE THIS.

~j

many a boy will try to conquer your entire terrain

fret about his time divided, on your entire landscape

with me, this won't all be done in vain

but your hand in mine, sticks to my brain

and flows direct to my heart, like a damn express train

your grasp, that clench, 

the beat of your heart in the palm of my hand

melts me to the core

that simple move alone, 

makes me love you more

~j~

You might very well

be the death of me.

And I mean that me

that I’m no longer

meant to be.

You might very well

be the birth of her.

And I mean that her

who’s been living

but has never been heard.

~j~

your body

 by light of the dim bulb

casts a spell on me

so arousing and so stimulating

i am beyond overwhelmed

i have breathed you in

in those moments with my lips on your neck

when i can taste the salt of your skin

and beneath your skin

i can feel your pulse

and like a slow tick tock

of a reassuring clock

it puts my body at ease

in your arms

my body can feel

 the breath beneath your chest

which in it, carries my breath away

i have clenched at your skin

and beneath my grasping hands

i simply can not get enough of you

and i know this

when i am near you

i am completely intoxicated by you

i want so badly the moment

 to freely

give and take

without fear

because i know in those very moments

i will lose myself in you

and not want to be found

j

:::

My life is like a book
with a crease in its page
shutting me off
from those one in the same,
like a line through the heart,
or a spine bound in glue,
I just pray someone, someday 

could read me

[and I'd prefer it were you]

~j~

disentangle

I think

you alone

hold the power

to disentangle

my life

replete with

continuous looping

and knots

knitted and stitched

and sewn up

tight

but please

pull gently

on the strings

of which

need to be

unraveled

for there are so many

folds, and frays,

and many a knitch

to undo

but I'm quite confident

all this work

will be easy

from a boy

who's heart

is as lovely

as you

.

~j~

Hello World
I’m tipsy again.

I wanted to compose
a decadent ode
to altered states,
so I went looking
for some prolific
artwork
to accompany it.

Instead, I found this.
'Ninja Chicken also
drinks too much.'

I can’t help but wonder.
Without opposable thumbs,
how does our feathery
hero tie his mask?
Obviously, someone does
it for him.
Not much of a Ninja now,
is he?

Small wonder why he drinks.

~j~

..

Hey, you.

Right.

 Listen. 

I just wanna get in your pants. 

Fuck all the wooing and the pretend romance.

So Let's just get naked

 and get it outta the way,

and save all the other bull shit

 for some other day.

~j

fuck these thoughts and words that fill my head

night after night, i pray them all dead

yet every night, by light of the moon

i end up sifting through images 

 even after trying to drown them with tune

same shit to say

day after day

just adding different hues, 

as to color it in some new way

fuck this mind,

and all that constantly fills it

waking me at all hours,

with a need to type this shit

try to drown them with wine

you’d think that’d work fine?

nope, it only feeds the flame 

seeps out my mind, 

starts pumping through my veins

it’s sort of like some damned disease

disease? 

i wish 

then at least there’d be hope for a vaccine 

~j~

I see it now.
You weren’t the man.
Rough waters came.
You let loose.
Ran.
Stood on shore
to watch me drown,
then turned your back,
went into town;
dry shoes, dry clothes,
dried your eyes, wiped tears,
went home 
and drown yourself
in all your fears.

.j.

This night is
one of those nights,
those nothing’s quite right
without you holding me tight
kind of those nights.

The eve is
one of those eves,
those ache ’til you shake
and you feel your heart break
kind of those eves.

This hour is
one of those hours,
those need ’til you bleed,
pray my words you do heed
kind of those hours

.j.

:words:

some of them flirty
some of them dirty
some of them nervy
{most of them, not worthy}
thrown about this page, overtly
some accidental, some intended
just hanging around, suspended
there all me, just sort of blended

now, 
if i just had someplace to take them for walk, 
off this page, 
with the proper soul, 
that isn’t easily offended,
well, that would be
fucking splendid! 

~j~

b.s.

Sorry,

 I just don't feel the sincerity

 of your words.

They certainly don't stroke

like your tongue.

.j.

writing with wine ~ never good

lucky fucking pea

he’d done went and escaped

why that little renegade

run pea, run. before they call the brigade 

and bring your ass back, to your worst fate

a shitty pasta salad, on grandmas plate

run pea, run. don’t stop, don’t hesitate

i get it, your spirits to big to be caged

the cry of that big world out there, it does stimulate

so run pea, run far, then celebrate

and pea, i hope your spirit, it does now resonate

‘cuz even if  you did return
 and try to sparkle up this shit pasta salad,

these bitches,

will just keep talking up the  lemonade.

~j~ 

It’s a red dress

kind of a day.

A shake it off,

doesn’t matter,

get outta my way

kind of a day.

A false smile,

hair done right,

me? 'outta sight!'

kind of a day.

A well rehearsed

life’s been good,

like it should

kind of a day.

~j~

Red Wine

 + 

Bubbles Filling a Tub

+

Hozier ~ Singing Van
 so loud you can hear him 

while completely submerged

=

Therapy    [squared]

We once were vibrant.

Bittersweet cherry.

Ultramarine.

Hues the world

had never see.

We once were brilliant.

Tickled pink.

Apricot.

We always knew.

We never thought.

We now are muted.

Obsidian.

Granite grey.

With thanks to words

too hard to say.

.j.

glass of wine

find the will

find the right light

lose the stage fright

take a deep breath

let it all go

while wondering 

does he even know

no matter the pixels or resolution

its of no substitution

for what i really want him to view

what i long to put his body through

this desire isn’t captured in one shot

this intensity for his touch, you just cannot

fit in one quick image

so please, just pay me a visit

stay for awhile or all through the night

but give me the chance, so that i just might

show you the images you long to see

then log them to your memory, 
while your deep inside me

~j~