Friday, 31 August 2012

For Forever

What a way to introduce yourself
Delapidatingly cold
Topping a stomach ache
Of this this is surety
Time moves slower as you wait
And quicky as you sleep
And waiting always feel eternal



I pitch black all shine
Some resound in union
Others fade
Few resist
Even fewer show their few true colors



As I stare at your glow
I realized how much you’ve grown
On me, this person I’ve become
A wonder for a wanderer
Shells, sea, shocks, and rain



I often wish, to wish
To feel, to steal, to be
Whatever would be suit me best
Wherever I ‘d find a chest
Future growth
Present tense
Past lessens



What you are for me,
I’m not for you.
The world aint perfect
so I’ll hold on to my piece,
I need peace for this journey.

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Assumptions and Presumptions should be last resorts.

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Thursday, 30 August 2012

Beauty

Your mother called you ugly-
when you brought home our child
But trust the only thing more beautiful-
is the innocence of our newly born child

When you brought home our child-
they laughed at the trials you brought
But trust your beauty is priceless-
ugly inside from the evils they sought

Yes trust the only thing more beautiful-
is the choice you made to carry new life
To bring new joy to the world-
a messiah you will pay no ransom for life
Your smile that fill us with grace-
sometimes you are unaware the look on your face
The look that tells us all truths-
of how your heart was made whole
And how easy this life is now-
that you bore the pain, legendary so bold

Is the innocence of our newly born child
pharaoh of modern times he’ll become
For from the depths of your soul’s beauty
You gave me a son

                              Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas

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8/30/2012 (Taken with Instagram)


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Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Proletarian Poems, Phony Prose: Shhhhhhh, it's ok baby

Link: Proletarian Poems, Phony Prose: Shhhhhhh, it's ok baby

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Babies struggle so hard to stay awake and fight sleep as if it were the final omen. They’re so immediate, in both needs and understandings. What exists now is all that there is, has ever been and will ever be, emotionally and materially. Devastatingly upset one second and…


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I've Told You Everything

My eyes scream in the silence of my tears
Dream even it does, as I share and eulogize the lives of my prey
Lost in your being, these eyes have been entangled
Unraveling the threads of my life
Lifting the woven silk that covers my soul
The secrets you wonder of I’ve told you already everything

The sparkle of the cool crystal ball that’s piercing thy heart
Intends only to solace and rejuvenate
To revitalize and return you to thy innocence
Fool hardy to comfort I’ve remained
If only repetitions through my lips were possible
The secrets you wonder of I’ve told you already everything

Indulge now into the obvious you must
The prism reflection the wall tells all
Truth grows untouched my Eden reeks in perfection
Syllable of existence and the realms of love
Joints of union and strands of relationships forever courts
The secrets you wonder of I’ve told you already everything


Copyright J.R. Thomas

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Monday, 27 August 2012

Senegal River

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Rites become farcical tragedy,
parasite eggs passing as male menstruation
as culture is formed after capitalist construction.
conforming to degenerated circumstances
as if degrading health were a sign of heartiness.
Only the educated know what sickens is spreading
and never sully their fingers with muddy field soil
keeping the destitute peasants ignorant in order to preserve profit.
Marx have mercy.


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If your faith won’t fit in the door that opens for you, then I argue don’t walk through it… The door that God will open for you will fit your faith

Devon Franklin (via unclerujo)
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How You Know Me?

You don’t need to know my name,
Probably my favorite game
Or the songs I listen at night
Things that give me fright

You don’t need to know my name
Or the places where I lived
The girls I’ve tricked with game
Just those bridges, on my way to you, I’ve crossed

Probably my favorite game
Can give you a sign
Of why I love to win all the time
To score with the dame of highest fame

Or the songs I listen to at night
When I’m alone in my room
After a long days gloom
To sooth away my worries, to awaken me alright

Things that give me fright
Scared me out of my wits
Of whom there is only a few
And the rules I just love to break
To cover my mistakes
For I am not my name
The things you should remember
Are simple, like the day we met in December

Copyright June2007 J.R. Thomas

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Thursday, 23 August 2012

What Is Love?

What is Love?

Lust overtakes my body with a glance of your beauty,
Overpowered by infatuation I entangled myself with you,
Verbal, physical and emotional contact deepens.
Eventually decisions are made paving the future.
May these simple thoughts ever cover its duty,
These wounds from my fire tongue I couldn’t protect you,
Desire, expectations and perceptions of our lives withers,
The greatest fruitage of the human spirit, love is.

Copyright April2007 J.R. Thomas

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Wednesday, 22 August 2012



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“Taking in Water” by Jessie Ware


I want more Jessie Ware ballads. Her voice is too important not to be showcased this strongly. 


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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Love Is Life, But Life Is Only Four Seasons

Love is Life, but Life is only Four Season

The simple plights of a soldier’s sojourn are riddled with bullets of misdirection. Along the way I’ve met a few killers, a few double crossers and the odd misfits and gifted ones but never have I been graced with a ONE.


The one created avalanches of emotions in my soul, only for the snow to be melted by the warmth of your embrace. The waters gave life to spring, the colors and flowers and whirling butterflies and we had begun.



The journey has wondered unto dark roads and perilous situations but our soldier marches on. The acquaintances have tightened their grips on friendship and the cock crows now with one voice. The bows from cupid have been collected for memory’s sake and only the man beyond the clouds has a say in our case. The morning bliss of our affection has spurred the growth of the flowers bloom; we have even spoken of matching tombs. The seasoned hawk was our image in the lake and now in the night dew of this you cannot recognize a thing. The summer heat of our passion has tanned our very existence as we lay below palm trees flipping through the pages of our novel.
The decorated hero has gained many promotions and is still washing the feet of his disciples no longer threatened by opposition he remains poised on his mountainous realm. He no longer has foes and is no longer greeted with an eye of indifference, his sublime demeanor and cool character has anchored their hearts. The summer rain falls due to the convection of the masses and fall shakes of the leaves to the barren floor and now the carpet looks fresh again. The need to argue has been lost with the wind, the carpet creator, and silence has moved into the rooms of the settled out children. Love abounds and thanksgivings are bountiful, the sky is seldom gray unlike the lessened hair and the simplicity of life increases the joy of living; the former things have passed away.

The grandeur of the banquet that was thrown for his retirement overwhelmed the hardened soldier to tears and the frost around his wintered heart was invisible. The known and strangers of which his work had touched embrace him armed with rounds of kisses and fleets of stories, it was a wonderful day.


Bittersweet though is death, we are to be happy the misery is over but we are downtrodden by the lost. The coldness reappeared like a silent prowler and the snow have settled and the waters frozen no tears only long sleepless nights. Every beloved memory becomes a nightmare and the rock that was the foundation is constantly being etched away by the questions of why and the sorrow of tomorrow. The spring in his step no longer plays with his feet , the heat of their continuous summer love has sunken like humus to horizons of the earth and only the chill of that cold winter day she went away is fresh in the emptiness of his mind.
Copyright December2005 J.R. Thomas

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Monday, 20 August 2012

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“Sweet Talk” by Jessie Ware


Devotion really is as divine as we all assumed it would be months and months ago. Despite her inclusion on more instrumentally-complex singles for the past couple of years, Jessie Ware’s debut LP is pretty simple, straightforward pop and r&b. There are no distractions from her clear, perfect voice. I’ve only had the album for about a day or so and I’m already memorizing most of the lyrics. The songs are just that instantly lovely. 


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MaJah

MaJaH

My journey started with the burn of rejection
And blossomed into a flower we call relation
Lately you spun a web to catch me
And I deflect back towards you in my insolence
I wonder of many things as we sail upstream dreamy ………………lake
                       AND
Joy has presented itself once more in front of my ………………eyes
All I thought was rejection at first because of …………fear; fear to fall?deeper into u
Some of the emotions flowing through me now says …………..that I am falling deeper into u and
Only the best is left to come from this and I ………………can’t
Never has happiness felt THIS good!

                      Copyright May2006 J.R. Thomas

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Sunday, 19 August 2012



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Monday, 6 August 2012

 
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