Reckless Caution

Reckless Caution


It’s hard to maintain your composure
And live righteously among the wolves
Sometimes I feel as though I smell like fresh blood
And the sharks are looking to get me if they could

Ah; that’s a bit much
But the awareness of my vulnerability doesn’t seem to lift
My headaches are getting worse and my stress seems to shift

I handle it though;
As though someone’s thrown me the ball to run with
That has no one to pass it along to
But I miss those days
When I could take turns with the games we played
Like monkey in the middle and hot potato!


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Infernal Deterioration

Infernal Deterioration





His mind was sharp, reactions on point
But his heart was callous just around the edges
As I wedged myself between his mind and soul
He bounced off and jack knifed right off a ledge
A sliding door I saw his brilliance without a score but he was bored
And I had more faith in him than he had in himself I knew he could do more

I saw in him an infrared light, for him I had nothing but pride and love
And my mission was to be his exfoliator HA!! I was his body scrub
Slowly peeling his layers back like I was Mighty Joe with a banana
He kept squatting & swatting at me like a gnat agitated in his pajamas

And So as I courted the essence of his soul in a view so panoramic
I worked on him relentlessly in the love lab like a skilled shop mechanic
Then I resuscitated and resurrected his hopes
Freed his mind from the slave plantation
I bought vision to nonproliferated thoughts
Like I was tha make a wish foundation

He was healed by what I could share, he was alive and strong
Once again he was restored
The hibernating beast within him transformed
Into a jaguar now, plugged in like a power cord
Disgruntled as he saw through all the lies
Coupled with a discomfort in his minds third eye
That he could not describe, couldn’t reach, explain or heal it
Feeling unconsoled & selfish about his self control
Knowing dammn well he can’t conceal it

Externally he was cured, topicort no more;
Yet internally his eczema was itching at his soul
He can’t scratch it he’s gotta match and I could see the inferno
Of a fire, of desire as he aspires despite the next plateau

A flameless fire ignited inside of him
He was tired I could see it in his eyes
A quiet chaos required my rescuing him
From himself just this one last time
Waking up I’m petrified for him
Pleading please get out of the way
Sweating, Heart pounding, screams soundless
But the scenes always same



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Purp ‘ole soul with a Purposeful soul

Purp ‘ole soul
With a
Purposeful soul




Black is
The combination
Of all colors

White is
The opposite
Absence of them

Yellow is mellow
Calming like the blues
Beautiful spectrums
Of colors and hues

Red is pink
In its own
Mature power rage

Pink is purple
In a growing
Adolescent’s stage

The intrinsic
Soul of purple
Is so very
Imperial
Passionate
And majestic

Purple is
A delicate mix
Of alizarin crimson
With ultramarine blue

If seen
Thru a prism
Or the
Right time of day
Has a
Breathtaking almost
Unexplainable
View



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The Reborn Dragon

The Reborn Dragon

As he emerges from his shell
The dragon breathes in deep
He sniffs the sir so fresh and cool
To arouse him from his sleep

From a long and lovely respite he wakes
Refreshed and full of life again
A deadly rival he now makes
Against those foolish armored men

Princes and knights who gallantly fight
To own a maidens hand
Beware of the reborn dragons might
And his will to rule the land

~~ Jamie

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Extensive Aloofness

Extensive Aloofness


He thinks
I’m running from him
But I’m not
I try to keep my distance
When my stomach is in knots
He knows I like him a whole lot
Yet this dude is a keeper
But he loves me not
So as long as its fun
He’ll stick around
So long as I don't get clingy
He won’t be my bounce
He hugs me with his smiles
My eyes drink him slowly for awhile
Sex is the jury I suppose my love is on trial
Lust has become my ulterior life style
Desire is my specialty especially for me
Timeless moments spent apart
Yet together every few weeks

~~Jamie

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About Me...

I simply love to laugh
But I'm gonna smile regardless...
I'd like to think that things
That come from the heart are
Not just poetry or deep thoughts
It's a little more than that...
My words are transformed
Into tuneless soul songs
If the right music
Is in your head
Then you will feel me
as your heart sings along
and if it doesn't
that's okay as well
It just means
That perhaps you
Haven't experienced
My Joy or Hell...




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A Journey Thru Time

A Journey Thru Time



Merlin Merlin, magic man

Man so old and wise

Show me that far away land

That’s hidden in your eyes



That place where

Wizards and witches dwell

Where knights and dragons roam

Where giant castles are the mystical place

That knights and queens deemed it a home



Thru your eyes show me the time

When Pegasus took to the air

Give me a glimpse of long ago

Before you take me there

~~Jamie


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Morning Sunset

Morning Sunset



As usual the morning starts without me once more

Seems like my job is to waken the birds before 4

That morning sun seems to elude me at work

Sneaks up somewhere between the buzz and the chirps



How can I work night shift for so long and never see it rise

While the sun is rising I'm still in the building with my allies

Colors for sunset/ sunrise doesn’t matter I already know this

All I know is lately like 10 years now I barely notice

When I’m at work it rises when I’m asleep it sets

Time is passing by too soon I got sunrise regrets

My correlation is more based in the hours of darkness

I know all the phases of the moon and its adorableness….



Funny thing is on my days off my bed is facing the west

So my hours awake are pretty much the same except

If I lay on my back and look upside down at it

About 5:45am It truly is a morning sun set




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Anonymously Incognito

Anonymously Incognito


Relax lay your head down on my lap
Permit me to read something sweet to you
As we sit in the sun against a weeping willow tree
And as I stroke your left eyebrow and put you to sleep

Allow me to stimulate you mentally
Let me be your Autumn Breeze
Confidence precedes me
Yet I’m still a little uneasy

The flutter I feel in my tummy
Feels like when I first fell in love
I feel vulnerable yet excited
I’m having anxiety attacks
My heart is beating so fast
My feelings feel like glass

Wonder if you can see thru me as I continue to read
Can you feel and envision my thoughts as I proceed
I’m reading to you like it’s an unknown source
Anonymous to you to protect my personal thoughts
And someday you’ll realize it was me all along
It’s your job to figure out the tune to my songs

So for now I read to you and you’re content as can be
And you are overwhelmed at the coincidences that seem to be
You say get outta my head: get outta my life
Dang something similar happened to us right?
These poets are always way before their time
Staring up at me wistfully you wish I could rhyme…..



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