tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42517969149733062692024-02-08T12:37:09.912-08:00looking up at an unfamiliar skyJames Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-67228569756431151602015-02-24T12:26:00.001-08:002015-02-24T12:26:26.908-08:00Her vision marred eyes. <div>
I love the colors;</div>
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How,</div>
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Through my hazy vision,</div>
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They bleed together. </div>
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A messy landscape of manicured green running with the brooding ocean blue and clear skies refreshing teal. </div>
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A thousand shades of brown and industrial gray in San francisco's hive. </div>
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Of villainy, sure </div>
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And a thousand blurred desires, dreams, and realities made. </div>
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The many hued eyes of my home, solace in her varied expression. A new facet unveiled each day. </div>
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James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-59975800135041332662014-07-30T09:46:00.003-07:002014-11-01T22:53:40.910-07:00Lighthouses, Probably<br />
My mind keeps flitting over an absent place.<br />Like a missing tooth ones tongue cannot help but touch, <br />to remind oneself what is no longer there.<br /><br />Or anyway it makes me remember you real strongly.<br />
Like I can feel your arms and calming presence...<br />
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It is like a castled rook or a wall of pawns standing next to me.<br />
Something so physical I am assaulted by its smell.<br />
That raw energy, ... A<br />
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memory of You I could lean on.<br />
A believing in<br />
A knowing in<br />
Arms tight and safe<br />
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It is a memory that forces you to feel so ephemeral.<br />
I walk outside, so far away, to be beneath different stars.<br />
And I, can just almost pierce some midnight veil<br />
To feel a pulse beneath my resting hand,<br />
Something so real,<br /><br />
<br />
If I Can Just breathe in enough of the everythingness surrounding,<br />
The shared spirit of life will make a warmth spread beneath my splayed fingers<br />
Where they touch phantom flesh.<br />
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<br />James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-64005427540974313042014-07-19T22:05:00.000-07:002014-07-20T09:58:33.383-07:00Have you ever wondered? <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px; line-height: 17.066667556762695px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have you ever wondered what it was like?
To wander in the small spaces.
flitting between silences
just long enough to be noticed
too brief to comment upon
Would I carry that cross?
Of questions unspoken
</span><span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px; line-height: 17.066667556762695px; white-space: pre-wrap;">and desires buried.
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weed choked fields of
barely realized hope?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.066667556762695px; white-space: pre-wrap;">that lonely hole where uncertainty resides
(much uncertainty. . . needs revision ) </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17.066667556762695px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.222222328186035px; line-height: 17.066667556762695px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have you ever wondered what it was like?
To wander the chambers of my heart.
~Nick Bacon~
7/20/2014
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James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-40306818416268721322013-04-17T09:25:00.003-07:002013-04-17T09:25:38.437-07:00<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Music: Bright Eyes- From a Balance Beam.<br />Work in an hour.<br />A sun waiting behind the clouds. <br /><br />Do
these horrendous men of violence , dividing communities and families
with a message of judgement and pharisee like adherence to a broken law,
do they have no concept of looking at this like an outsider?!? Marriage
is a institution from the state- and given Marriage Equality for people
like me - there will be NOTHING forcing the Church to get involved-
they need not preside over any such wedding<span class="text_exposed_show">s.
If removing themselves from an equation of love support and bringing
forth of life into the world is the Church's stance fine! Fine don't
take part! But why must you bring your religion into a political stage
that literally does not effect your organization. I can promise you by
the rhetoric used that none of those utterances and fear filled speech
come from a place of concern for me- my well being or spiritual
potential for heaven in the future. I do not legislate your way of life-
and I live in the United States of America- a land of equality for all
regardless of pesky little things like religion race sexuality or
political preference. Speakers from the Church on these issues may shore
up and affirm support from the radical few- but you bring division to
your community as well- over a fight that is not yours. The country has a
short memory but not so short i think to forget about the institutions
who regularly come down against those with no protection or support in
our culture. The number of scriptures being quotes that just make my
insides burn for remembrance of the biblical arguments used not so long
ago to keep African Americans enslaved, abused, not protected under our
law. <br /> <br /> Your greatest commandment is to love your neighbor. I
feel belittled and hated by millions I have never met, and it breaks my
heart because I have no doubt every one of them is a worthwhile person.
So I curse the men (because let's be honest the Church's bringing this
hate and environment of suicide and self harm to the children of our
country do not have women running them.) given the honor and power of
those pulpits, that would use them to harm and hurt humans, every one
worthy of Love.<br /><br /><br />~Nick Bacon Wednesday 17 April 2013~</span></span>James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-51449309342108313512013-02-02T16:09:00.002-08:002013-02-02T16:09:52.337-08:00<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
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when I read things- or listen , see them, etc. I read so much more
meaning into it than perhaps what was meant- giving references and
intelligence to actions which really didn't have a meaning or reason. Maybe this too- is like our selves , the worth and reason behind our
interaction- the meaning in our connections... placed there by over
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<span class="uiButtonText"></span>re-sparking it is needed perhaps<br />so i indulge in my passions until i find that... Planeswalking capability in another<br />light those fires<br />and walk.<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br />away<br /><br />Nick Bacon Wednesday June 6 2012</span></div>
</div>James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-74070670816774042172012-02-23T10:01:00.000-08:002012-02-23T10:03:36.523-08:00It is a liquid- (wiki check) Nah it's solid.This glass box<br />can't intervene<br />with the events around me.<br />I can only observe<br />and witness the mistakes of my past.<br />This glass box,<br />no doors,<br />no way out,<br />no way in.<br />I was born here,<br />and will die the same<br />Unless i can break free, <br />shatter the walls around me. <br />Make my own way out, <br />into the world outside.<br />This glass box,<br />My lonely mind . . .James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-77274604391403471922012-02-19T09:45:00.001-08:002012-04-16T19:58:53.967-07:00Wicker chairs.I see you still<br />out of cornered eyes<br />up upon wicker chairs<br />light shining as sunrises will<br />through white blonde hair<br />smiles worn and seductive face<br />turned off center just so<br /><br />Disappearing just as quick as you rose<br />with my second look- now a yellow chair<br />no longer used, bearing no thought save<br />how i must repair those splintered arms<br />a sunset in dying light.James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-72901387467020432512012-02-19T08:31:00.000-08:002014-02-03T08:54:43.503-08:00Moon lightWill you dance with me in the moonlight<br />
! spin in transient rays<br />
translucent as fading rays reflect from hair<br />
unforgettable unnatural but so perfect within<br />
these arms finding strength just so to <br />
hold your young body within between <br />
that eyes so bright can pass stored<br />
radiance forth till the bitter hearts<br />
without will call the moon barren and defined<br />
<br />
Nay! Resist we will that such a fine and natural sight<br />
as our bodies pressed tight dancing in the moonlight <br />
beneath the mystic unexplained feeling - Moon and love<br />
Entwined like fingers pressing exploring discovering.James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-6853530346572886372012-02-18T02:43:00.000-08:002012-02-18T02:44:10.981-08:00BurnedBurned<br /><br />Kiss me<br />Hard throw me against the bed<br />But do not look at my face<br /><br />Turn that small body over<br />Scream if you will<br />but speak no words* to me<br />Kiss if you must move that sweet mouth<br /><br />sweet so long as it makes no semblence<br />of sounds with soft suicidal meaning and<br />words that you ought not speak.<br /><br />Dont look at me!<br />Just take and give<br />With a bitter silence to<br />calm a barren & scared mind<br /><br />With pony up! in backgrounds telling you<br />Shut up and kiss me<br />Good at first when self told lies<br />can be believed before brittle<br />truth seeps in shallow hearts<br /><br />When awareness dawns<br />You are a means not an end<br />Out the door you walk<br />or are forced to crawl<br /><br />Terible betrayal of lessons taught to<br />our youthful selves that love is<br />pristine untouchable sacred like life<br />smashed how the bamiyan buddha<br />lost his life with no meaning found<br /><br />Look away from my tattered form<br />light fire to your self<br />with my smouldering soul<br />that i can feel<br />Feel in your innocennce dieing<br />feel in your confusion<br />feel in the seperate selves<br />validiction of self<br />now imprinted as seals upon cattle<br />within a mind once tender and sweet<br />now bitter and frail.James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-64354595616613098002012-02-13T12:44:00.000-08:002012-02-13T12:45:11.508-08:00EmptyI can create vitriol verse upon a short summer night<br />with word poet and shriek born<br />but these fond farewells live not in<br />sullen homes of broken vessel<br />nostalgia burnt away with<br />old verse and journal fill'd<br />by longing and days passed in daze<br />so now roots fill'd with ash left<br />of words in hope of this<br />greater day now faded fast<br /><br />Feb 13 2012 nick baconJames Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-16127127824456717322012-02-06T12:06:00.001-08:002012-02-06T12:06:18.227-08:00Family TreeFamily Tree<br /><br />The damned roots<br />which unseen usurp my standing<br />leaving the cement below cracked askew.<br /><br />These cursed branches<br />which creak in swaying to social winds<br />Keeping me awake.<br /><br />The fallacies i find in these leaves<br />forever shifting making work<br />a yard that is never cleaned.<br /><br />The undying support of blood run deep<br />cut to save my sterile home.<br /><br />Shifting light in sunsets with colored minds<br />reduced to omnipresent glare from lonely vantage.<br /><br />Meditation in each leaf known so true<br />Painted in the masters hand infinite variance.<br /><br />Now the family tree burns at my feet<br />smoke hiding the bless'd night sky.<br /><br />What sin hath been wrought,<br />by these two(too) tiny hands.<br /><br /><br />Nick Bacon feb 6 2012James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-89841811236176969422012-01-27T18:39:00.000-08:002012-01-27T18:44:07.409-08:00time<br />burns into the back of my eyelids<br /><br />wasting moments<br />wasted with friends<br />of Brutus ilk<br /><br />Dreams of places unfelt<br />tastes of languages unknown<br />whilst doorframes hold me within (+sheltered)<br />crumbling walls<br /><br />The fading light<br />from a city lost<br />crying with no sight<br />of its spirit<br />confused in grocery store ally's<br />wandering in drug'd violence<br />ignored and reviled.<br /><br />if you find the piece<br />let me know what i have lost<br /><br />That these feared dreams cease<br /><br />That i leave this place behind<br /><br />That those timed burns cease<br /><br />That I may learn to love.<br /><br /> nick bacon January 23 2012James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-57251043898908302132012-01-26T21:05:00.000-08:002020-08-21T16:45:40.789-07:00Im Forever a StrangerI'm forever a stranger
to this world
I don't understand its language.
It doesn't understand my silence.
As if we'd met in a mirror,
a shadow of contempt
is all we exchange.
I'm forever a stranger
to myself.
Afraid of the Dark,
I block with my body
the only light.
My only lover is my shadow
my only enemy my heart. James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-16524385542176182762012-01-25T19:35:00.000-08:002014-11-01T22:26:34.996-07:00Rules of Alliteration.Pretty little lives<br />
built within cages of social standard<br />
emotions hidden heretofore<br />
norms of behavior leaving marred masks<br />
and flecks on porcelain skin<br />
for judicious judgments<br />
by our phony friends<br />
and narcissistic neighbors<br />
<br />
to be real requires<br />
no, does demand<br />
<br />
that ourselves open<br />
<br />
past these trite trappings<br />
<br />
to a livid life<br />
without Gods Government or Guarantee.<br />
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©Nicholas Bacon<br />
August 2010James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-55494660137843073542012-01-24T23:18:00.000-08:002012-01-24T23:21:57.796-08:00A star is born ( or " M81 Starburst Galaxy)Hold my hand and watch these stars<br /><br />ignore bruised cheeks and torn skirts<br />ignore shut doors and cars un-returning<br /><br />In this moment<br />Watch a star be born, with me<br />While a heart will beat, with you<br /><br />ignore bruised cheeks and torn skirts<br />ignore shut doors and cars un-returning<br /><br />For in this moment<br />Our lives entwined<br />Hold my hand and watch these stars.<br /><br />January 25 2012James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-61491016207065865212012-01-24T21:56:00.000-08:002012-01-24T21:58:25.983-08:00Learn to stayI've spent my days<br />in imaginary lands<br />with friends<br />pretend<br />who all know<br />that one day<br />I would leave,<br />for good.<br /><br />When i do<br />I will leave behind<br />so you can't forget<br />about how much<br />I loved you,<br />all these memories.<br />I wont change my<br />life, and I wont<br />ever go back<br />to that<br />and I will always<br />believe, never doubt<br /><br />that this was a change<br />for the best<br /><br />but I still believe<br />that this heart<br />will learn to stay.James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-28202372311429438032012-01-23T09:44:00.000-08:002012-01-23T09:51:35.748-08:00Auto biography.On my life as book<br />I shall make great note<br />of the foreshadowing,<br /><br />when i bought<br />a broken heart.<br />and could not find the other<br />half to match you and of<br />blue and pink.James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-79695433827773135422012-01-22T23:07:00.000-08:002012-01-23T09:52:40.368-08:00Carrying on.Carrying on meaningless conversations<br />in my head<br />Carrying on, like the grief<br />from loved ones lost<br />Carrying on, as the jilted<br />lover forcing things to be right<br />Carrying on through the scars<br />that have just finished healing<br /><br />these microcosms we isolate<br />within too walk the days<br />calm.. tell me when you think we became so unhappy...<br /><br />lies and veils to obscure<br />perception and make your<br />storming out that door. . .<br />not so hard.<br /><br />So choose i must<br />two half demons tearing<br />upon me<br />two different voices<br />ripping me asunder<br /><br />pretty lies that bring drug induced<br />joy - a simpletons smile<br /><br />or<br /><br />Harsh winter winds<br />with sad self questioning<br />is there worth?<br />sitting aloof alone near<br />hospital beds.<br />paying the terrible debt I<br />owe you.<br />Is there worth?<br />living in reality<br />suggesting a smile<br />while freezing without.<br /><br />January 22 2012<br />©Nicholas BaconJames Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-7028606831715047462011-08-12T21:00:00.000-07:002011-08-12T21:02:14.057-07:00VisionWith Rheumy eyes
<br />Dyed black
<br />With age'd masks
<br />Worn till like grass
<br />Skin grows over
<br />Hiding seems in
<br />Seamless guilt
<br />James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-53830005310353416052011-08-10T11:56:00.000-07:002014-11-01T22:23:29.400-07:00Sadness ( solar wind)A Stars last radiance
<br />
An outer shell bursting forth
<br />
with great commotion, reds, yellow
<br />
and blue sent forth
<br />
Riding effortlessly as tap dancers perform presciently
<br />
with grace of form and transience atop fractals
<br />
of force without a visual spectrum
<br />
Far outside a perimeter of course
<br />
<br />
light blinding as
<br />
gales of wandering atoms
<br />
are carried along for the ride
<br />
A typhoon fierce and unexpected
<br />
rough, hidden, sans compassion
<br />
<br />
A rapist in the void
<br />
to steal countless worlds
<br />
Virtue - penetrate atmospheres
<br />
Rip them to shreds around
<br />
pristine bodies then
<br />
leave the carcass to
<br />
Vagaries of a universe too
<br />
harsh and large as
<br />
Radiation seeps through every pore
<br />
<br />
Now the entire being is
<br />
left. Dirty in rags - unwanted
<br />
Trash in a solar neighborhood
<br />
now marked shanty.
<br />
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August 10 2011
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© Perigrine Scott
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<br />James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-68477049187236851462011-08-10T11:12:00.000-07:002011-08-10T11:16:46.453-07:00A Bowl of PopcornThe kernels come in a brown bag, small in size but strong with butter smell. Places within a microwave that even had a moving plate within. The machinery was dark in appearance, black in fact, however this device it was clean! upon setting a button marked "popcorn" we stood and waited for those divine explosions of kernels bursting forth to new life as popcorn soft and sweet. opening the door with a push of our fingers. hatch popping forth and then bid hello our fabled prize- illuminated in the appliances, nay! rather imaginations bright golden light. steam rising from the gilded bags corners- an incense lingering telling of the charms within.
<br />James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-40346778292001725052011-07-20T20:42:00.000-07:002011-07-20T20:43:46.853-07:00paring knife appealParing Knife Appeal<br /><br /><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219520699:569233097" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">timid size appearing</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219524189:154496329" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">to give one greater chance</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219525576:3763618188" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">to conceal<br /><br /></div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219533448:575085266" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message"> curved so rolling wrist</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219539175:1181658436" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">cuts leave clean 2 inch</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219542474:2571389290" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">lines to split and</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219547821:841244094" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">crack my skin in</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219550816:2827042942" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">reverence to emotion</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219555204:2481524202" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">reverence to emotion failed<br /><br /></div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219560200:2296498224" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">and emotion hidden</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219564048:3833117029" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">and emotions festering</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219566990:3816924518" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">running red and green</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219570980:1160898430" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message"> <br /></div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219576293:121145424" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">an anti winter holiday</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219586887:3759273945" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">to be held in summers</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219589239:2744293065" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">heat wave and</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219592997:1787507603" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">emotional dearth</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219595875:3905221705" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message"><br /> </div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219600918:1134863995" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">the wound like crevices</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219609988:1387785578" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">opened beneath subduction plates</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219613847:1850737494" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">the planets true center </div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219617849:2058790943" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">less adulterated heat of </div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219624540:350362278" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">will bubbles forth red</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219630226:2582544269" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">froth to clean and</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219633433:2254349146" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">wash anew homes</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219636566:3706088492" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">forests lives and</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219640539:4061158833" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">emotion run raw</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219645390:3619234089" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">ragged from questions</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219648192:99799211" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">asked and unasked</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219654064:3395468294" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">each as telling of my emotions death</div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219655585:16984391" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message"><br /> </div><div id="msg_100002458039209_1311219662909:2384278494" class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message">as - a paring knife appeal</div>James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-56135730314846558062011-07-03T01:26:00.000-07:002011-07-03T01:32:00.148-07:00Misplaced LoveMisplaced Love<br /><br />Tiny fists of rage Clenched<br />Youthful eyes Smoldering with hate<br />The Righteous fury of a straight back<br />and Squared shoulders<br />What Malevolence found in adolescent<br />Pursed lips<br /><br />How it crumples like so many<br />Playing card houses to a slight breeze<br /><br />Before the cold antipathy of<br />Fathers stinging slap.<br /><br />Rancor fades and leaves<br />Wet streaks upon red imprints.<br /><br />2011<br /><br />© Nick BaconJames Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251796914973306269.post-39115262328461869412011-06-17T00:01:00.001-07:002011-06-17T00:17:02.724-07:00new characterI am currently writing a set of sonnets to portray a particular character. In figuring out that character I wrote the following.<br /><br /><br /><br />Waking - long formed habits guide<br />hiding awareness<br />Closed fists of too rough hands,<br />scraping crust from eyes<br />Dark, bloodshot and red - small white scratches<br />now pink. left from callouses on hands<br />too old on a body so young<br /><br />Shaking torn tangles behind<br />Straightening her back<br />rising to the impressive<br />four foot seven<br />tallest yet of her classmates.James Gatzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13549398418494357551noreply@blogger.com3