Jaris'
Poetry
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liquid dreams
pour through my eyes
they tantalize my loving senses
i awake to broken fences
the defining walls disappearing
curtain calls i have been fearing
remember your lines
and play the part
the drama entwines us
through the heart it weaves its web
the pulse of desire
stirs the fire that burns us clean
we enter the scene
as the player we imagine to be
as if in a dream
we pour out the past
into a wish for the future
and forget
the presence of the moment
wild eyes(always learning)
naked, dancing, yearning
for a crumb of truth
searching for the source
of animation
the motivation that sparks emotion
is there a hidden feeling
looking closely, deeply
dimly sensing a vast hidden world
a reservoir for reactions
to the outside points of contact
a wide stare
to greet the unknown
with open abandon
total trust
is what it takes
to pierce through the bubble
that separates
the in from the out
keep looking
dipping into this deep well
and drawing out
the waters that quench
pour it out
upon the parched land
of thoughtless dreams
that never end
into a tall glass
for a thirsty question
and may it overflow
to produce meaning
along the way
my mind drifts on the fluid breeze
that tiptoes in the front door
and out my window
i go clutching to the air
like a bubble in flight
i am a chorus of crickets
in quadraphonic mantra breathing
surrender to the godself
of all beingness and to you too
whom doth be the one and same
and through the space of time
continuing we ride upon vehicles
of knowing and communing
with the elementals
the buddha within the dharma
inside the seed of creation
that sits within the bodies
the cells, the atoms, and the quarks
of modern man's epitome of understanding
to explain away the transcendance of existing
the paradox of duality
really being one direction and the other
on one continuous thread of possibilities
light and dark are but two parts of the whole.
as
babies
crawl
delightedly
each
finger
grasps
hesitantly
in
just
knowing
life
misses
nothing
only
physics
questions
reality
so
thoroughly
uniting
virtual
world
(e)xistential
yearning
zeal
always
be
creating
dynamic
expressions
forever
giving
heartfelt
inspiration
joyous
kindness
lingers
magically
never
overlook
positive
qualities
remember
sacred
trust
ultimately
verifies
willingness
(e)xpect
your
zenith
in the jargon barking stomping grounds
of stupid sounds
out of the dirt of hurt and pain
against the grain
(I fall again)
into the pit of vipers
snipers taking aim
sniveling and snickering
low-life degenerates
loud-mouthed inconsiderates
fouling the air without a care
as to who gets hit
with their blathering bullshit
non-stop verbal assault
words frothing like spit
from the sides of their lips
bouncing off the walls
the dirty cat-calls
of Bud-drinking beer bellies
smelly-breathed and cackling
tackling sports drama
teevee small talk
small-minded football brained
energy drained one track
go-go eyed snide remarks
barks about sex
and expects a laugh
to reward his wit
these words like spit
so cheap and callous
the phallus posed
in macho stance
rants and raves
and pants and plays
in ways so rude
so misconstrued
this sense of delight
that likes to fight
and fill this space
with filth and waste
of words and warlike
confrontational interactions
these splintered factions
of subhuman perversities
that thrive on adversities
to reactions that fulfill
the strangely cultivated needs
of a fractured society
that has captured sobriety
and placed it upon
the endangered species list
my life is about communion
about connecting
in as deep a way as possible
and you sitting next to me
brings that home loud and clear
because I feel your closed space
the fear you wear like a long dress
the fear you wear in your cold stare
unable to smile
your body language
closed like a prison cell
unable to look
and see through my eyes
I smell your fear
rising like the stench
of dirty streets
locked up like a closed shop
your lips padlocked
from communicating
with a gentle invite
from friendly eyes
i read it in the angle
of one body to another
i hear it in the voice�s tone
sometimes communication happens
by reading what gets left out
or what�s not there in the first place
i watch the eyes
pointing at the truth
in the language of fire
the burning of the light
beaming from your connection
to your own source
i�m tuning in to vibrations
that swell through conversations
as we swim toward shorelines
mapping the boundaries
between water and earth
fluid and solid, mercurial and willful
engaging and sharp
i feel the points of your armored towers
as sentinels cross their swords before me
and the waters deep and blue
where I float gently
on the buoyancy of a twinkling eye
shooting moonbeams at light speed
into my heart chakra
i�m thinking about how so much fear
prevents us all from the sheer ecstasy
of deep communion
we�re all wounded
too hurt and withdrawn
to love someone else for no reason
we give love out like birthday gifts
the currency of a smile given as payment
for our need to feel fulfilled
i read the scratch of your hand
and the rub on your head
the pause before a word
and the nervous laugh
when you�re letting me know
where your buttons are
communication is oozing through your atmosphere
at every moment
revealing the encyclopedia of your etheric anatomy
we can peer into each other�s souls
if we have the eyes to do so
the innocence to hold it unconditionally
and the love to embrace it
as our own potential
in feeling, believing, and experiencing
truth
i�ll never tell you what i feel
no amount of words will ever do that
i�ll never tell you how it is
it�s always more than i can say
i�ll never tell you what it�s like
it�s better to go there yourself
don�t ask me for words
to explain away the experience
no words can contain
even a teaspoon of reality
they will end up misleading you
leaving you to believe
you�ve gone there and back
when in essence
you haven�t taken a single step
like an armchair quarterback
who falls asleep beer in hand
you�re not in the game
until you feel the push upon your chest
and you taste the dirt in your mouth
from the linebacker tackling you to the ground
call upon the voice of inspiration
for the Muses to fill your head
and show you visions
feel the wonder and awe
of every speck of life
see the beauty of a clear blue sky
know the power of a single breath
life is teeming with artistic expression
a dazzling display of dizzying dimensions
no further than the ends of your fingers
the woods are ablaze around you
dripping with the flames of vision
don�t be afraid
to burn with the desire to express
what is dancing in your mind�s eye
this is your lover
looking and longing
for the consummation
of your appreciation
settle into the sacredness
of your connection
to the living art
residing at the core of your being
POETRY
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