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The Wisdom

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 28, 2011 ⋅ 2 comments

There it is. Isn’t it the same as it was? Fires loose, examine closely divine wisdom; Homer’s telling lies amore in eternam. What it is isn’t what it seems where it stays, the magic of commerce forces unleashed, globally completing for our attentions. Kinsmen and spears, and lion’s heads and skins arrayed in pairs, warriors’ [...]

urbanish

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 26, 2010 ⋅ Post a comment

sirens blaze like volcanoes sounds of couples making love mingle with the searing glow of lamplight shades and return as fiery spheres of pleasure darkness of city alleyways puncture peace outside the dogs of summer yammer dis-chords a distant bell, churches or delivery men sound off heat drizzles, poured by the dregs on black-sphalt the [...]

Soliloquy

By jelewis8 ⋅ May 22, 2007 ⋅ Post a comment

Whispering through this green menagerie the wind calls to me, cavorting with my mind and playfully gesturing for me to follow its Bacchanalian lead Festive and all at once slowly somber this drunken gaiety leaves me in a peaceful wrestling between lazy body and racing thoughts when Lying here in the gray twilight, I see [...]

Drunk Driving

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 14, 2006 ⋅ One comment

Rain glints down, it’s three am Time to get a drink again I’ve been sucking back dry bottles and bottles of old times, like whiskey with that old burning sensation, like cutting up onions with a dull knife blade. Cuts not so deep you can’t feel the wound. I pour myself another shot and nod [...]

Scarecrow

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 28, 2005 ⋅ 3 comments

A-round that yellow road, where oaks and willows roam where streams like children scream and rivers foam upon the rocks grey with fall and lichen upon the mountains tall and rounded, heighten to heaven in a meadowed haze, tops touching God and skyward storehouses laden with snow, cloud-shod and sleet-pierced, foreign and forlorn to death, [...]

Elemental

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 27, 2005 ⋅ 2 comments

Night sits in His chair next to mine, and we argue over the nature of morality. He believes in one Absolute. I believe in two. He makes a strong case. But I’ve seen both Night and Day. Could I possibly choose? Silence swam with me the day I was in the river. When She talked, [...]

A Song of Rembembrance

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 11, 2005 ⋅ 3 comments

I ran my finger down my face to erase the tears that mingled there and collected sorrow upon my brow a trace of mem’ry silent now A day shall live in infamy a symphony of sadness borne by wanton waste of virgin chaste Epiphany at cost, agony’s taste And men shall go about their ways [...]

Cycle and Sleep

By jelewis8 ⋅ December 9, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

This is a new poem that is actually a group of poems. I wrote them with a common thematic goal in mind, and though I feel this is unfinished, at this point, I’m unsure where it is going or when it will end. I hope you enjoy. UPDATE: Gerard Van Der Leun of American Digest [...]

The Great Writer

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 25, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

Wordy, he expressed to me in eyes that flickered grey-white with the low expectation of a tired dog. Cliched. So tired of reading this stuff that passes as poetry. In your mind, his eyes tell me, you reach a point where nothing you write is bad. At worst it’s uninspired. All illusion. Let me tell [...]

Cancelling Christmas

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 6, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

We cancelled Christmas, my friends and I though we all had plenty of dough We despised all the wrapping and hated the way people pasted on smiles and hastened to say “Merry Christmas and have a very nice day!” when it was nothing but play and show. In spite of our efforts to recruit our [...]

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