SOMETIMES LIFE by JRC

Sometimes life can be a roller coaster. It can have its ups and it can it can have its downs. You may slowly and steadily creep up to a happy point only to be taken of your feet and dropped into an abyss. Sometimes life can be an ocean, with waves of dismay and defeat wiping you into the sea to drown. Sometimes life can be a storm, with hail, sleet, even snow pushing you down to the ground. But for some life isn't so hard, life is a tree. Your negativity is it's leaves on an autumn day, falling to the ground as you stay safely up in its heights. Life is more described as if you were a salmon, swimming against the current and against all odds. Or, maybe, you are a swan letting the current take you wherever it will, and you just play along. Sometimes life is what it is so don't fret if you fail because, if at first you don't succeed try and try again. Remember, confidence is the battery that fuels your destiny.

SNOWFLAKES by JRC

Sometimes, I just like to listen. I like to perceive the things you say in slow motion. I could see the words trickling down your chin and spit out into the air, crisp as it is, and sort of float in midsentence. I could then taste your words as if they were snowflakes, melting as they arrive, freshly, on the tip.

-JRC

CANOPY by JRC

Ah, what a beautiful view

The trees are old but the day was new

The bark knows as it protects

Their bodies are very fragile

The dew is what the leaves collect

A process that's very gradual

Their branches, like limbs

Sway back and forth

Flowing with the wind

As the breeze lets them soar

They are the trees

Mounted to the ground

They bend with ease

A most fulfilling sound

CROSS HAIRS by JRC

White sleeves; white collar

Black jeans; black wallet

You need a remedy like I need a disease

Incessantly rocking in and out of ease

But your not, so just stop

So just stop the madness

There are no shades of grey here

And no one's gonna let you stay here

There's a genie in a lamp but I can't find it

An elephant in the room but I deny it

I'd pull out my sword but the pen's more mighty

No tragic words could be so exciting

I gave you a clue to stay out of my lane

Now you're  playin' with fire when you play my game

You-so wrong and so useless

You stick like a knife, you feel like a nuisance

So tempt me again and I become ruthless

You think you're so slick,  but you are just stupid

Just stupid enough to cause me to care

So I look back but you are not there

Where are you?

Are you still in my field of mind?

If not then, I'm free from these binds...

A PENNY by JRC

For your thoughts...

How can you look into my eyes,

And see the pain that broke our lives,

How can you feel the ropes and chains,

That keep me not alone,

Look into windows through my mind,

Yet you never understand,

Elope to mountains in my soul,

And behold none but the grand,

Wade into my,

Oceans of mist,

Wondering why,

Everything hits the floor,

Can I get another day,

Can I feel another season,

Can you see things my way,

Can you see into my reason,

Hello,

Can you spare a dime,

Can you spare piece of mind,

So long,

Is it the final time,

And is it such a crime,

To feed them

THE GRANDFATHER CLOCK by JRC

The clock, as it ticks, as it tocks, as it turns

The pendulum swings and again the walls burn

The second hand moves as swift and so silent

The faint sound clicks and tortures the mindless

The gears moving, interlacing within

In the tall wooden frame, it continues to spin

The neck of the flames reach up to the top

The embers, untamed, refuse to be stopped

The fire unleashes, its wrath soon unlocked

Thus concludes the terror of the grandfather clock

Some of my t-shirt designs -JRC

Going mobile

I am now able to post via mobile web. -JRC

LINK TO MY POETRY (ARCHIVED)

http://www.poetfreak.com/jeffreychamberlain

A NEW SEED IS PLANTED

MY NEW BLOG. This blog is all inclusive via art, photography, poetry, short stories, essays, links, and advice. I look forward to posting some meaningful stuff. -JRC