J. M. Osejo's Poetry for the insane

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Sunday, August 5, 2007

My eyes are wide open

My eyes are wide open Eyes wide open My eyes are wide open... open wide creative designs as consistent as ashes in a chimney, clog my thoughts as I ask why. Why am I put through this why are we pushed and pulled and rolled and strethed... Power trips and mastery projectiled and crockery Ravenous... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sitting

Sitting I sit wondering what I am doing what will I do next... that makes me think I am so important... mind wonders... fear sets in... what am I doing... where will I go... who will i meet... who will I owe... I hear my heart beating... I feel my heart pounding onto my flesh, trembling, waiting... Sign in to see full entry.

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The day after

The day after The sweet smell of a rose... And the blood dripping down my wrist as I hold it The innocence of a child as he holds your hand... And the killer within him The taste of tantalizing ripened fruit... And the chemicals that flow in your body afterward The new promise and hope from a... Sign in to see full entry.

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A little poetry for all the bloggers

I see "blogger" and it reminds me of gobble, like the masses in the small but infinite world gobbling up words to make them there own. To be part of a reason or a rhyme a being a "necessity" part of time. Typing on pads of plastic to get us closer to a feeling of being connected with somone,... Sign in to see full entry.

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My simple

My simple Meditating on my thoughts of the day thinking... Why does'nt anybody understand me? Don't you get it? Why do I see it? Why can't you? A million thoughts run through my brain like the wind through the limbs of a grandious oak tree......unscrupulous as it may seem, it is my understanding of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Lighthouse

Lighthouse Lighthouse of my fear, Built coldly in an undistinguishable fog Lighting up through the window of my soul, showing opaque but profound mental pictures.. As the blood in my veins struggle to get to the end hiding from the light only to come back in a stale and monotonous circle Sign in to see full entry.

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Dictionary of life

Dictionary of life Dictionary of life Looks up my pain "misery" "inhibitions" "worries" "depression" "happiness" nouns, verbs, adjectives describes my fate with terminology placing my life as the last letter in that "alphabet of life" will it be logical? Will it rhyme? Will it be monotonous? Will it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 4, 2007

Flying high

Flying high Flying high with a big smile on my face the sweet smell of memories,smells, worthy of a taste through trial and tribulation my eyes close tight because of faith faith in a new era...faith in a new pace I fly high knowing I can't be brought down Being sustained by the all knowing, the all... Sign in to see full entry.

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The day after

The day after The sweet smell of a rose... And the blood dripping down my wrist as I hold it The innocence of a child as he holds your hand... And the killer within him The taste of tantalizing ripened fruit... And the chemicals that flow in your body afterward The new promise and hope from a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Emptiness

Emptiness I close my eyes tight and still see the unforgivable I take my anti-inflammatory pain relieving psychosomatic stress relieving medication... and I get a splinter I am fighting a lost cause, they say, so I cause a fight to make it worth it Walking the 'plank" of life seems to be the way... Sign in to see full entry.

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