Sunday, February 28, 2010

after midnight jones (unfinished)

i get drunk off the potency me · lingering on your lips · inspiration comes in sync with my cries · i want to ride this vessel into unconsciousness · you got me stuck on some after midnight jones · you shine in the moonlight · i see you clearly in the dark · i mark a trail with my tongue · from the start of your moans · to the finish of your thundering finale · you drown me in pleasures unheard of · after midnight · i am pliable to your yearning · a contortionist of carnal expertise · the way i mold to fit you · grip you like a vice · control your eruption · the way i control my limbs · six feet of red clay for you to sculpt into a masterpiece · until I become the artist’s rendering · of ecstasy manifested · after midnight ·

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Reality (snippet)

When reality comes
She bares no gifts
She invades with her shiftless fiends
The heartbreak and torment
Of the loneliness to follow
Frustation, insanity
Reality leaves tear stains
Bloody footsteps in her wake
Broken bottles
Endless flow of cheap vodka
Purgatory state
Strange bedfellows
Faces with no names
Ridicule and loud whispers
Reality came
She destroyed the fantasy
Pissed on the rainbow
Shot the unicorn
Frustration, insanity

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

if i could pray for perfect

If I prayed for perfect
It would be a night equipped with full moon
Brisk October air caressing bare Nubian flesh
Sands adrift on sleepless currents
Arizona nights and Bermuda days
Crushed peppermint leaves
At the bottom of hot chocolate mugs
Silent enemies
One true friend
If I had the gall to pray for perfect
It would be cultured man
With verse on his tongue
The scent of my happy on his lips
Man with battle scars and king dreams
Spirit everlasting beyond tangible reason
A heart that beat in sync with my breathing
Man with thirst for revolution
Man who would carry my seed if I asked him
If I had the courage to pray for perfect
It would be child of God
A cherub of wondrous joy
An infant with the soul of Mary Magdalene
Pure of heart beyond the spoils of her mother’s sins
Child have eyes of oracle
She sees disaster a foot
And smiles because she knows she still can
Child make everything feel alright
If I had the time to pray for perfect
It would be a pen that never ran dry
Bleed inspiration through bruised fingertips
Molds all sour words into epic stratosphere
Scribes in colors of queens of Egypt land
Screams loud from parchment paper
Tells what should rhyme and what should flow
Reassures that this one is a little better than the last
Brings peace to the seers
The hearers
And the doers
Of its words
If I ever should pray for perfect
My words would simply be this
Give me perfect after sight
Grant me perfect kiss
Let my perfect be mine
Let my faults be lessons
Make my husband just as imperfect
Make my children my blessings
If I could pray for perfect
I would pray for me.

in the beginning...

First and foremost, I want to thank you for stopping by. Glad you could make it! I would like to warn you: this blog is all about shameless self-promotion. Take a seat and let me explain.

I have been working for quite some time on an idea. A vision, if you will. I am happy to tell you that my vision is ever closer to manifestation. I will be releasing my first self-published book this spring. (yay me!) The piece is tentatively titled "All Grace Aside" and will consist of poems and short stories. Periodically, I will post excerpts and updates on production.

I truly hope you join me on my journey and support me in my endeavors. Expect nothing but great things. That is what I intend to deliver!

Sincerely yours,
Pen Name- Jai Marie