sweet illumination submission

restore

jaik — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 14:53:25 GMT

strange winds dreaming of long veils morning doses delivered with patience and little flowers we lifted from the neighbors will bloom like sunspots will burn my skin breathing watching from the doorway and light seeps in slowly it pauses and preens philosopher, stone drunk knows just what i mean

apoplepsy

jaik — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 14:41:25 GMT

when sweet fear wills me to fall i wait in this house alone from star to downy star i balance and control i will not hold on tight i will not hold at all time and tomorrow wait in this house they hang their happy heart on the wind dusty blithe spirit that knows no return wrestles with angels who have led it to this place i will create my peace i alone am this dream bound by words and blood remember to forget there is only one and what we stand on wills to decay (and all this good earth fall away) and butter feet and yellow wheat will steal this heat will always stay remember this and fly away

in your room

jaik — Sat, 27 May 2006 13:17:35 GMT

watching from the corner supporting myths of archetypes i step up against the great wave i swallow the sea wash your feet in honey wine and dance across this open heart slow and mysterious the light behind the window there is only one

calla

jaik — Sat, 27 May 2006 13:12:55 GMT

it all went white i stop to sleep before it grabs me by the eyes and restless mouths define a niche between the lines

i thought i told you

jaik — Sat, 27 May 2006 13:09:36 GMT

half a lifetime away i am small and still afraid i am nowhere near the me chasing letters on the street watching systems fail and gasp while the just and righteous sleep who are not too dead to dream who are always within reach waiting just around the corner from the heart of which i speak of who i sing of where and weary of ambivalence and worry i slow release (as madmen scurry through their morning paper ritual) do passers by annoint my eyes and breathe me in like honey please enjoy the wine of make believe fermented fruit of hope sprouts seeds of change the sea you've been to want in this world

collide us both

jaik — Tue, 09 May 2006 02:57:39 GMT

deferred to wit or without last nights mount and climb who heard one thought declared insight and ran spinning even your impediment never understands the depth of action shallow speech or winter moon impala racing from a strangled blue evening when the rush comes i am almost afraid when the spirit roams family waters part forget mean odds or ill spent days the blinding stares of desperate truths as judgement fades i am your fruit as sweet as rain as soft as new

blue canoe

jaik — Mon, 08 May 2006 16:30:45 GMT

before you leave with open teeth and eyes that weep and arms that hold the mountains sweeps around my open loss of speech with old familiar cuts that bleed into a cup of courage steeps a sip or two of lemon tea and whispers of eternity will follow you home next to me

regarding nightingales

jaik — Sat, 06 May 2006 13:45:57 GMT

for a second i almost slip into a dream sun comes in smiling how can i with walls this sturdy let it go? when the morning comes i am slow to rub my eyes let memories fade everything i am is just another song of your pure angel heart keep it clean because what we know will serve us this bright soul this laughter, this bliss also fades so hold on a while keep it sacred, keep it sweet pineapples, mangoes.....

crow

jaik — Wed, 22 Feb 2006 13:14:45 GMT

who gave you the words that shine down like rain that wail and whisper in other ways will you drive me home or lock me away because i am too strong to recognize fear? this is not what it looks like so close your eyes and drink deep your heart who knows you have forgotten sing an old song with me who am i to disagree?

red car

jaik — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 16:26:23 GMT

miracle girl you are ripe to feel more welcome in this place walk alone for a moment swallow the sun on your way down dreamember when you saw it for the first time when you were swept away from what you know and began to learn the myth of limits accept possibility and we are yours

rumi nation

jaik — Fri, 27 Jan 2006 13:45:07 GMT

estimated time of revelation is right about now we are all poetry so be brave sweet warrior and rise up singing

spit take

jaik — Thu, 26 Jan 2006 19:40:25 GMT

when energy fades i wilt and feign sleep my wrist is bleeding from the shock of ego loss and too much sun floor buckles and gasps i reach out with both hands i reach in with eyes akimbo lift this for now out of jealousy and judgement lie down laughing rinse repeat

sleeping with the news on

jaik — Fri, 13 Jan 2006 16:12:19 GMT

do you want a pistol or a pair of socks because i was getting lost inside a map of those words reason i can't keep running is i just get there faster so i just paint the walls with mayonaise and kiss the cook whose alabaster eyes burn everything down they stole my dreams but they will never know my heart

credit rating

jaik — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 18:40:44 GMT

power of distance is the way of losing store is sealed with longing mystery stuffed in hollow grins grab a box and start packing you can take it with you if you like the burden so who is it going to be? the plowman or the styling mortician?

oh cyrus

jaik — Fri, 23 Dec 2005 14:39:11 GMT

a soul for wind standing on cellar mornings handing down stellar warnings only these hands are myth only these hands breed like contempt wash these eyes outright wallow in dream walls would you ever with no ruby song? mark of the floating eye last chance for a pure reminder but the shoes are yours to keep

flowbee

jaik — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 19:55:43 GMT

there is nothing to eat will you stuff some brie in your pocket?

we try

jaik — Fri, 09 Dec 2005 16:26:39 GMT

surrrounded by fire walkers i am made of whisper and flare fueled by stellar fascination grander tapestries rarely are born stop pretending that it is all forgotten and remain in this space it is your river remember you wrote the myth you painted glyphs on walls on hands who held you in those eyes this will not fade

dimension seven

jaik — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 13:35:10 GMT

there is in all the old songs a love for all things which hold us here close to the ground and shooting across the sky you are that truth open your wings magic time is now so dance love becomes this your story is mine

prom pirate

jaik — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 15:48:42 GMT

ferocious appetite for perfection left off the storm brewing in her eyes map of the world in your wallet doesn't even fold under your heavy gaze; i missed my exit but i made the curtain she pulls on my ear and calls it a truce so very tight, her skin, her words obtuse i wish i was a chocolate moose are you quite sure? oh, absolutes...

s1w

jaik — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 22:23:10 GMT

hey why doncha flip your mattress it's almost summer in most any language three wrenched them away and now nobody stop it developing on the sidewalk a most important mistake full of eloquence. and grace suffered blame but no assumptions could be made about the way it would be heard . still,nearly every other word was like a hot wind i've since forgotten. he played a clarinet fashioned from a clothing wash machine which rusted on the bottom (but it got my britches clean)

weigh out

jaik — Fri, 18 Nov 2005 15:02:40 GMT

for limitless understanding i unplugged my radio tore down my home and burned my clothes for truth in action i lanced my boils and sang to the sweet nectar pouring from your eyes instead of rusting i applied two coats of wonder and dissolved into the window seat my transgalactic lemon drop more folly for those who seek it than you can shake or speak at

miss sugah

jaik — Thu, 17 Nov 2005 20:11:33 GMT

i just want to be everything i am closer than you think

this

jaik — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 00:25:46 GMT

mask hurts i just want freedom examine all you want but when it's this obvious this deluge this joy whisper primitive secrets in my mouth this parade will last a hundred years

rune full of mirrors

jaik — Sun, 13 Nov 2005 13:11:10 GMT

rant and rally round whispers of direct sun square to medium "i have no idea" but the truth is you dance with your eyes closed eventually lift off gentle window under toe light becomes you

westerberg

jaik — Sun, 13 Nov 2005 04:45:26 GMT

mill wine grapple wits gloss or pen blood frost shot out your eye blast phonetic wiring it drowns in post production fool lay off slow bloat two chai? nah