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wake

wake up and smell the coffee, rise and shine the early bird gets the worm.
Where will you be when you open your eyes? Will I see you? I will want to know who you are. will you tell me? I’m waiting impatiently but I’ll never tell.

» Posted By Jenealia On 01.13.2011 @ 11:04 am

gravel

gravel picks up
the thoughts that
I leave along the bottom of my shoes.
(you’ve gotta know I’m soaked in them–
some of it gets down there eventually.)
When I go back home at the end of the day,
walk up the winding, twisted driveway,
I left my feelings in colored streaks
along the wordless world to see

» Posted By Jenealia On 12.29.2008 @ 11:13 am

want

wanting everything,
from everywhere
that there is want
to be gone.
what is the use of
pointless wishing?
we are human,
never change.

in a state of always-ness,
there will always
be want,
hate,

war,

love,

and everything that we think we can’t change will
bake in the sun

and rot.

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.22.2008 @ 9:54 am

princess

pretty pretty
princess,
sitting on her wall

(just like humpty, took a dumpty
into the royal pool…
in the end,
they shot him dead.)

oh, lets read a fairy tale,
we’ll teach to you to be good
(and proper,

doing whatever we darn
well please,
pondering….)

don’t be ungrateful

» Posted By Jenealia On 01.24.2009 @ 9:47 am

dock

docking station
reel in the space-ship-line
ing down the pages where
we wandered happily…
where have we gotten off to?
I don’t understand why we’re
on the end of this hook,
and maybe we’ll set sail,
oh wait,
that’s a stupid thing to think of
on the end of the line
bye bye

» Posted By Jenealia On 12.15.2008 @ 3:37 pm

deliberate

deliberating
on your fate
life is like…
pick your
own adventure?
Loving the bunnies, they’re very well placed,
would you like some cheese?
NO!
get it away,
no cheese for me.
Life is like a movie
write your own ending…
But what if it’s by Steinbeck?

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.14.2008 @ 9:09 am

knot

knotting around the trees
that don’t deserve these
bugs who don’t know what they
say and when I hear them I go
go
a little
hysterical because
they’ll give me the
fever.

» Posted By Jenealia On 09.10.2009 @ 5:55 am

crossing

crossroads of paradise
and no one knows
where it goes
and no one cares
which one is right
and what is right?
miscommunication
maybe the right is left
and good is different for
everyone
and why
are there only
two roads
anyway?…

» Posted By Jenealia On 06.30.2009 @ 10:30 am

ivy

ivy vines were
lounging down
the house with
leisurely
lay-about gardening
keepercats
needing the space for
petunias and
weeds.
where did we put the

seeds?

» Posted By Jenealia On 06.29.2009 @ 9:50 am

gallery

galleries are something for
you to look at and
not know
if you are seeing
what you see.
what is the truth of the matter?
why am I asking these questions?
what could my soul want to know so badly
that it would rip down these
walls
in between
in a cage of
safety
(mockingbird mockingbird,
fly away with me…)

» Posted By Jenealia On 08.10.2009 @ 7:14 am

gentle

gently wafting
smokey mirrors
walk away from
misty lakes,
finding things
lost under your lilac
children’s drawers,
not put it away in the cobwebbed cellar,
left out where it lives your life
again
in the childhood garden
of time and
mind and
walking towards
tomorrow

» Posted By Jenealia On 10.30.2008 @ 7:52 am

hill

hilly atmosphere
out the airplane
bumps
of sugar-mounds,

You hated tea-parties anyway…

actually,
we don’t know where this plane
is goin’,
but we made it,
(with our
own two hands),
and eventually those hands got us there.

would you come away with us?…

» Posted By Jenealia On 10.07.2008 @ 12:49 pm

mantle

mantlepieces
falling on the
fire in the warehouse
so you had to put it
down and out.

where are you going?
thought you could leave
behind your destiny?

well, that was just a dream.

a lover, a dreamer,
me?
nah.

what, are
you gonna
cry?

» Posted By Jenealia On 08.24.2008 @ 7:02 am

vintage

vintage wine cellar
ravaged by time,
filled up with ants,
swarming like malls,
where they really want to go
to the science center,
that’s where the cool kids go.
why does any of this really matter?
drown your worries
(which, don’t exist)
in alcoholic love

» Posted By Jenealia On 08.16.2008 @ 10:31 am

throw

throw it in the toilet
and let the convict burn.
I threw my last ideas at you,
and you did listen,
but were busy with your own.

I’m dry.

Take the towels from the overflowing sewage
sown to the river
and pray
that it’s there,
and it isn’t bone cold
(like my mind)

» Posted By Jenealia On 09.06.2008 @ 6:06 am

delay

delaying the point
of interesting thoughts
that like
to leap into the shower
like fish who don’t know how to fly.
find them,
put it all together, then
make it steady.
use some glue,
but it all falls apart in the driving
snow,
dis inte grating
because you wait.

» Posted By Jenealia On 08.31.2008 @ 8:29 am

run

running away from

goodness knows what

It’s frustrating!
never knowing
what’s after you
but you HAVE to run,
no choice in the matter

what’s after me?
I am so scared that
I’m sweating the small stuff

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.12.2008 @ 5:15 am

adore

adoration
of the crowd
who hates,
at the drop
of a hat
that you picked,
oh so carefully!

so very fickle,
like your kitty,
or your mistress;

could they be the same?
the worlds all hate the change of routine,
we are all just rabble rousers

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.10.2008 @ 11:45 am

chrysalis

chrysalis of butterflies,
littered on the ground,
remind us of the end in the
beginning again
why are we all here as so?
we used to be much different,

now we live in holes and tunnels,
why have you strayed so far from me?

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.09.2008 @ 10:50 am

memory

memories float around
my head,
waiting for
the attention they need,
to leave and
then to go away,
like lost people,
who don’t know who you are,
or
know you,
all to well,
because
you don’t know them,
enough to know their name

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.08.2008 @ 8:48 am

frequent

frequent flyers
fly at night
across the water of
your home
that, for some reason
everyone drowns
they don’t drown,
the water does.
what the heck?
I never know exactly,
but why aren’t
you helping me now?
you always do,
frequently scared

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.07.2008 @ 8:55 am

hurricane

hurricane forcing
the dead man to wake
why are you
here?
your legs

have left you,
far behind,
you should follow,
but you fall to pieces
don’t you remember?
that’s how you lost ’em
too late to find anything
now, in this gale

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.06.2008 @ 8:57 am

treacherous

treacherous loved ones
stab you with knives,
made of words
and under-baked cookies
it ISN”T funny,
my god,
help
what on earth is
going on?
treachery spinning me round like a leaf,
blown away
by the wind.

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.05.2008 @ 10:25 am

holiday

the holiday was brought on
by the bug
it looked pretty
but you were fooled
led you to a vacation resort
that resorts to violence
and bangs your head,
so you take an aspirin
but tylenol would do better

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.05.2008 @ 6:12 am

forget

don’t forget
what you were supposed to do!
What?
why do you ask me that question?
I don’t know the answer
or what it is
when did the time run out?
I can’t remember the way that you think
maybe we could love?

No way!

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.03.2008 @ 12:17 pm

favor

Favor of the frog
don’t let him hurt you;
and don’t you DARE
hurt him;
He’ll kill you in your sleep
swallow down his warts;
they aren’t so bad
just the way you hate yourself with love

» Posted By Jenealia On 07.02.2008 @ 6:07 am

trail

trailing the world
at your feet

slowly
carry the bundle
up the hill

take it and
lift it
and set it on a shelf-

now I have it.

now it’s mine.

» Posted By Jenealia On 06.28.2008 @ 6:25 am

certainty

I am certain
in all ways
about…

nothing

why am I so lost?
certainty is
uncertainly
available
to you
me
can we find some ground?
all I can feel is fog

a lighthouse would be nice
hello?

» Posted By jenealia On 06.24.2008 @ 12:56 pm

forge

the ring was forged
anew
it glowed;
growled
waiting to strike
fear
into the hearts of men
why must you be scared?
it’s only your reflection
staring out at you
a
ring
of
self
born
agian

» Posted By Jenealia On 06.23.2008 @ 11:42 am

masterpiece

the masterpiece
at least, that’s what it was
it now rots
like a flower
left on the road

you want to pick it up…
almost.

now it’s disgusting,
don’t touch it!
it’ll sicken you,

die.

» Posted By Jenealia On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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