swirling inwards outwards twirling singing to the words of a song that mom made up the other day in the kitchen see her smiling never caring that she's always different but never strange and always clinging to the one that made her whole life is beautiful and slowly melting to a point of static standstill the point of thought and decision laying down the loyalties and committing to the change of heart a change in direction a moment of silence that causes explosion the twirling and swirling and singing the dancing of a girl in love with everything she knows and everything she sees life is beautiful outwards and inwards and slowly twirling swirling singing
::js::2004::
City Lights
I wonder why the city lights always shimmer from a distance- coming close they are nothing but dirty luminescent spheres. There is nothing mystical in the way they burn, but from a distance they are stars and they remind me of you and of the night they palely lit your face as you told me you couldn't be mine.
::js::08::2005::
Bench Warmer
I look impressive in my jersey a star through and through my face is set, determined my laces are tightly tied but oh how I tremble! Just let this be the day. I take the shot and close my eyes listen for the sound of metal oscillating to scorn my attempt at glory. It does not fail me. I hear the clang, and realize nothing will ever change.
::js::2002
Beautiful Mundane
As much as the mundane creeps into our ways, as much as the extraordinary becomes the everyday, there will always remain something special about this, there will always remain something beautiful in your kiss.
::js::2005::
All the Best
I'm on the edge of something I don't know what it is and I've never been so scared I've never been so intrigued and I don't know if you're there or if I go- will you follow? No matter, see here He is doing a new thing and the old has passed away. So I'm standing on the edge of something and around me what I know is crumbling in forcing me to make the step take a footing in this place that is hidden from my sight. And if you aren't coming and if this is goodbye- all the best to you my friend.
::js::23.08.2005::
Calling
You've turned your back, You've plugged your ears, You've started to hum; But the calling is deafening Louder than your ignorance And you can't help but wonder Why you would run From love, from life, from everything To embrace nothingness Good company 'til now. What is there to lose? But wait- you can't let in in. Makes you look weak Makes you look dumb. Don't turn from all you are- There's nothing that you lack And that void in your life Makes for good poetry. Nothing's the matter You're just falling apart. He won't put you back together, He'll build you anew. But you like this old stuff Meaningless memories Habits and past times- Why give them up? Why trade them in? For a kill-joy in white Offering empty promises Like love, like life, and everything. Sounds kind of nice There's no more excuses- Wow, big decision. Can't face the facts so You turn your back And you plug your ears You whistle a little tune. But the calling is deafening Louder than this ignorance.
::js::2000::
Ode to Cape Breton
How I long for your shores, oh Cape Breton
To dance on the beach once again To hear the great crash of the waters Or the songs of the bagpiping men Oh, to feel the wet sand beneath me Or to smell the sea-salty air To see those trees ablaze in crimson The east winds playing in my hair To stand atop the great carved cliffs To look for miles with ocean all I see Amazed simply by the movement of the waters Forever in Cape Breton I know my heart will be.
::js::2001
Sponsors
Three Word Title
Aren't I predictable? Short lines, scant punctuation, simple subjects and emoting!
::js::2006
Foreign
Caught in a funny place my heart is pulled in different directions and demanded by some to give what it has not, refused by some when I desire to give. Solitude at times is something I fear, other times I covet quiet moments as I try to smile in the midst of noise. How strange it is not to have a focal point a dear face in the crowd I know so well a safe place and a shoulder to lean on. I desire closeness but the thought of being known paralyzes me. This is a frightening hour and a place of confusion, though really not much has shifted. Somebody please listen to me now- but don't stand too near don't ask too much this is foreign.
::js::03.11.2005::
Weary
It is draining, exhausting, to watch oneself channel energies into the undesirable things of life why do I do what I despise? gripping unrelenting not me to my Saviour but sin to my life never ceasing and I often submit. One cannot serve two masters where are my loyalties? Father grant me strength enough to reach upward God give me grace enough- extend your hand to clasp mine. I don't know strength enough to offer up my life but I know you have that brand of power, that kind of love, that you know my desire and snatch my soul from me when I am too weary to offer it myself.
::js::09.2005::
Hope
how do i know when to hold on when to push away who's to say what is meant to be meant to succeed meant not to die quietly there is purpose in the passing of time but i can't imagine that there's a rainbow waiting so cliched so untrue but i know this hole- this whole unbelief- is resultant of a severed line of communication so i try to get back to the place of happy cliches of undoubted truth of blissful peace and a life showered in mercy here it ends- the strain to create a meaning from a mess there is only one who knows only one who can save and now I know that it is not me
::js::2004::
Fragments of Memories in Place of Shells
There is a small cove a little stone beach marred with tufts of grass and without pretty shells precious it is- secret and sheltered a meeting place for the ocean and me.
