J. M. Osejo's Poetry

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Sunday, September 9, 2007

What happens at the midnight stroke...

At the midnight hour when time stands still for breath there is a peace in the air that cannot be felt our souls glance at the future without notice the wind sighs with relief that it had one more chance to circle the earth and the birds glide for an instant without thought our souls take part in... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

The deperate travels of a soul

A wondrous flight I have begun. Into the crescent shape of the moon, I dream What soul has been penetrated to the depths beyond skill? Hills and prairies I will scout and I will dance upon the mists of early morning, and inhale life from a sea breeze What are the innate forces of a man, if not to... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

God almighty and his plan for us

God almighty he moves with such force from dusk to dawn he takes care of us of course His hands moving from soul to soul protecting the weak the humble the cold a confort a stronghold a breath of fresh air inhaling his spirit without a hint of despair God moves in ways we cannot understand looking... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Look for truth, before the lies overtake you...

He who sincerely looks for truth will find the truth. You will find the truth hidden under rocks, in closets in spaces where you have forgotten to dust. You will find truth in the alleyways, on the streets, in gutters, in children. You will find truth in the lies from politicians, from clergymen,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

The answers, are in the whispers of the wind....

Where are the secret codes of our ancestors and w here have they left it for us? Hardened secrets, quiet, silky, in the trees in the woods and jungles Unreachable, emblazoned with keys that open doors, of putrid ashes. In the genesis of all things mysterious, there is a heart covered with a blanket... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Opinion's are like $^%&%(&*... everybody has one.

Should we force our opinions on others? A person that trys to do this, what is it that they want to accomplish? Are we that self-righteous to believe that we know it all? Would it not be better, just to be another piece of the grand Jizsaw puzzle we call life? Would it not be better just to fit in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Hey what are you doing sitting at the computer on a Sunday afternoon?

Hey what are you doing sitting at the computer on a Sunday afternoon? Hello Blogger, have I acquiesced your attention?... Are you wondering if I'm talking to you? I am... hey...!...No this is not a wierd poem and I know what your thinking, your thinking, who is this person?... well... turn around,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Have you ever felt that the room is spinning?

The room is spinning. Have you ever felt that that the room was spinning? Not because of the "drink", but because of the serenading that is going through your soul, when you see the person you lovethe most, that deep orgasmic feeling... without even being touched. Have you ever felt the room... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

It was you

It was you at the door and the shadows swayed and danced and chilled, it was you that broke the sound played with tension and fear it was you that made men mad and woman envious, the world stopped and the sea whisper it was you and only you behind the mask of genius and the make-up of lucidity it... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

What I wrote for the Enviromental Poetry festival In Berkeley, "Blue Sky"

Let's not forget the blue sky, leave the dispicable at home The sky means something to us without reservation or auspicious woes we express the boiling blood red blood black blood blue blood the blood drips we think we don't need the sky and we let the blood spill over this mighty earth lets' not... Sign in to see full entry.

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