The writings of Oddpoet

Distance
Always floods my mind
When I search the paper to find
My thoughts, it
Jumps in with both feet,
Insists to meet me, eye level
And brave
To dishevel my hair
And close down sight.

It’s not right
Any­more.
It’s been too long,
Lost
With­out the caress of your song,
The stain­ing of your words
Upon my soul­less world.
I relent.
I cry imag­i­nary tears
Of imag­i­nary fears into imag­i­nary rivers
Flow­ing through imag­i­nary years.

God I miss what we had.
But I sup­pose
It was only my imag­i­na­tion
Being bad,
Mis­be­hav­ing on cue
For every twist that ensued
And every turn that grew
Abnor­mal branches.

I’m here.
I’ll never be gone…
Sev­er­ing the bram­bles
And search­ing
For just the right mush­room
To gam­ble on.

I adore my imagination.

©Jen2011 3–21

Am I a waste of the space I occupy…
The time I occupy…
Is this soul energy a waste?

I’ve formed my own world…
Have been formed by the world around me…
But has my hand
Lain upon the clay of world?
I hear no echo…

Feel no uplift­ing
Upris­ing
Of soul.
My soul.

It flies off the edge of nest
Only to soar
Briefly
On wet wings…

The ground rises too fast.

Fear mag­ne­tizes
Pulls the world closer
Faster
Until impact.

It isn’t fair!
It’s the blem­ished face
Pre-pubescence
Pet­ri­fied and hope­ful
Birthing a new chap­ter of being.

Anger.
Sub­side.
Every rebirth hurts.
Every new eye burns.

High upon the tele­phone wire
Con­tem­pla­tion perches
Loi­ters long and jit­tery
Ner­vous­ness of sur­vival takes prece­dence;
Is there any way back down?

If thoughts pro­pel
Too far into the heav­ens
Will they
Be cap­tured
Caught by a larger mag­net
Pulled into arcane mys­tery
Solved…

?

I don’t know how birds fly below the clouds.

This is why I con­tem­plate:
Am I a waste of the space I occupy…
The time I occupy…
Is this soul energy a waste?

It can­not be
I’ve lain wit­ness to
Too many flights.

©Jen2010 12–6

Coward
Hold­ing pas­sion close to your chest
Afraid some­one will trump you and dump you
For all the rest
That hold their pas­sion close to their chest

Fine!
Let them try!
I have noth­ing left to invest
Noth­ing left to define…
I’ll be the trum­peter to the divine
Scar­ing them when they see the cards fly…
52 pickup notes
Bounc­ing off water­melon rinds.

I won’t eat the seeds
I don’t want to find
A water­melon grow­ing in the back of my mind.

I hate to digress
But I won’t be a cow­ard
With a melon in her chest
Or a hand full of dol­lars
With dia­monds
Stitched vaguely
All across her vest
For you to admire
And pre­tend to detest.

Yes
I argue with myself
It’s a test it’s a test
And I won’t argue that what I show
Is my best
There’s no bril­liance
Across my breast
This suit of dia­monds
You can­not con­test
With the trum­peter spout­ing
And the water­mel­ons confess

Echo
Echo

That’s all.

(What’d you expect?)

©Jen2010 11–22

Soar­ing hands brush aside my hair
Pull back the blan­kets to expose
Snow white flesh
Sup­ple
Awak­en­ing into early morn­ing rap­ture
Plea­sure
Desire
Ris­ing through moon­lit curves
Inspired by your firm glide of hands
Your lus­cious caress of tongue
Upon hard­ened nipples…

Upon recep­tive flesh
Upon neck and lobes.

The want in your eyes
Dri­ves a spike through my rea­son
To sleep–
Awake
Is where I want to be
Awake…
Alive…
Min­gling your breath with mine
In the early morn­ing moonlight.

I can­not sleep, my love…

©Jen2010 11–1

I’d sleep if I thought I could dream
The wak­ing hours
Seem
Much too deep
Imbed­ded in this con­scious stream
Mad­ness falls into extreme

Only in here I can dream.

Only in here.

Sleep
Dulls the mind
A fancy only to find
In sub­tle amuse­ment of the
Daily Grind.

I’d sleep if I thought I could dream
The wak­ing hours
Seem
Much too deep
Imbed­ded in this con­scious stream
Mad­ness falls into extreme

Only in here I can dream.

Only in here.

Wake up and dream!

©Jen2010 10–21

The west­ern sky­line embraces mag­ick
In the del­i­cate tat­ting of dying lumi­nes­cence…
Try as it may
To build exquis­ite­ness,
Noth­ing shines in bril­liance forever.

We cap­ture awe.
We
Cap­ture insane inten­sity
On the backs of our tongues,
On the tips of our fin­gers,
On the land­scape of our memory.

Radi­ate.
Project impris­oned moments of lus­ter
As the heav­ens do dis­play
The impos­si­ble array of stars each night.
Inspire.
Release what you believe is only yours
For it is only borrowed.

Come dance with me under the North­ern Lights,
Let the essence of fog curl around our legs
On this cool night,
Let us kiss
And breathe
And die upon the clos­ing of eyes.
There is no sor­row in the death of our moment…

For it shall be liberated.

Radi­ated…

Explored
By the unborn,
Absorbed and re-birthed.

The west­ern sky­line embraces mag­ick
In the del­i­cate tat­ting of dying lumi­nes­cence…
Try as it may
To build exquis­ite­ness,
Noth­ing shines in bril­liance forever.

Inspire!

©Jen2010 10–19

I look into your eyes and see
A mil­lion stars
Burn­ing just for me…
Do they ignite the life
A bil­lion light years away
Or do they
Die just to watch me sway…

A mil­lion stars…

Burst­ing flames engulf my sense
Your eyes draw near
Your stare intense…
Your vision nar­rows, locked
Indeed
I need your lips
To kiss me…
Kiss me…
Kiss me…

A mil­lion stars…

Stars are felt upon my tongue
Burn­ing
Mov­ing
The birth has begun…
Their epic flame
Cries for release–
A uni­ver­sal cos­mic feast…

A mil­lion stars…

You pull away
Stars reignite
Burst­ing show­ers of heaven’s light…
I sigh
And close my eyes again
Unwor­thy of this heaven’s sin…

©Jen2010 10–3

She walks along the blue sands
Paint­ing the sun­set
In pur­ples and orange
Leav­ing a snake-like trail
Behind her…
The robes hang long
And fall heav­ily upon weary shoulders…

The stars ignite
One by one
To light the path of the dark­est night
Known to the heav­ens…
The night of reck­on­ing…
The moon begs to know
If it shall too
Be painted and framed
Within the can­vas
Of the shad­owed sky…

She grasps the tide
And pulls it to her breast
Weep­ing songs lost on ancient winds
To be birthed
Again and again…
The sea is replen­ished
And remorse­ful
For the bur­den of its very existence…

The night is her creation.

©Jen2010 9–28

I see my eyes start­ing to slant in unique ways
And I won­der
If the roots of the plant lis­ten
Or sway
When the vibra­tion shakes the fruit
From the divine…
Called store.

I
Wonder.

These eyes are on lease.
So I ques­tion their qual­ity.
I ques­tion
Their func­tion ability.

I got them at Wal-mart.

Sooo
I see my eyes start­ing to slant in unique ways
And I won­der
Is this insane?
I didn’t know the asy­lum was so large…
And so filled with rollbacks…

I
Didn’t know
I could cir­cum­vent the after­life
And merely wan­der
Aisle after aisle

In search of the per­fect I.

©Jen2010 9–27

Oh the inten­sity
Of your hands in my hair
Grasp­ing…
On my waist…
You have me
Cir­cling my thoughts
As your tongue cir­cles mine

You worked your way
Into my mind
Let me
Plead my case
Upon your warmth
Where I find
No rea­son to stay
In the shad­ows
I now cast forth

With the sun behind me
The black­ness
Of your touch
Mes­mer­izes
Fol­lows every move…
Hyp­no­tizes…
Not enough
And never too soon

I need the inten­sity
Of your hands
Burn­ing
Out the moon

©Jen2010 9–24