Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Self-Mastery

My Lord, My Lord
I have made thee cry,
I caused thee to tremble
In my every try...
To conquer myself
Alone cannot do.
But with thee, Oh Lord
Self-mastery is nigh.

-Jake R. Green

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

(titleless)

Content to walk the world alone,
Years of solitude as past foretold.
--Thicker and thicker the ice did grow.

And then came a beauty with a delicate glow,
Melting the ice and ridding the snow;
Forcing a beat the blood began to flow,
Breathing in life,
Exhaling love.

-Jake R. Green 2-27-12 ( dedicated to: ___ )

Monday, February 27, 2012

Yesterday

Yesterday life throbbed at you,
Broken breezes remembering secrets of sad times.

-Jake R. Green 12-27-99

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Prisoner Of The Universe

A rhythm of darkness,
Skies of poisoning air,
Streams of smoke,
And self haunting.

-Jake R. Green 12-31-99

Friday, February 24, 2012

(titleless)

I am but an image in a picture,
With a scenery of blackness that is surrounding me.
I am going nowhere,
Doing nothing.
--The only color left is black.

-Jake R. Green 1997

Thursday, February 23, 2012

(titleless)

Who will bring a Nations dream?
-Answering the call of those that scream.
What does tomorrow bring,
But yet another scolding sting.
When will we perceive,
All the pain and biting grief?
How can we learn?
Where should we turn?
Why such pittance of aimer?
People walking without a care.

-Jake R. Green 9-12-01

Words

Words are based on feelings,
Feelings among the soul.

-Jake R. Green 3-21-99

The Sun

The sun is a big ball of fire,
Hanging from the sky.
As gravity pulls it downward,
It hides among one side.

-Jake R. Green 2-17-99

You, And You Yet

You said you would,
And you did.
You said you couldn't,
Yet you have.

-Jake R. Green 9-30-98

Ibibia

I should have told you,
But I didn't.
I should have asked you,
But I couldn't.
I really should help you,
And I will.

-Jake R. Green 9-25-98

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

(titleless)

All the tears in the world wouldn't heal my wounds.

-Jake R. Green

Concrete

             Concrete
           Rough, Cold
Guiding, Leading, Continuing
       A walkway for life,
              Cement

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Grass

             Grass
         Long, Green
Standing, Swaying, Slanting
     The joy of summer.

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Real vs False

                     Real
               Tangible, True
       Relaxing, Interesting, Abiding
Knowledge, Acute, Distasteful, Distraught
    Destroying, Disregarding, Degrading
                Dumb, Doubt
                      False

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Love Sensory

Love looks like a puzzle carefully put together.
Love smells like the scent of freshly fallen rain.
Love tastes like the extra pinch of sugar to sweeten your day.
Love feels like the embrace of a long lost friend.
Love sounds like a waterfall peacefully falling into a stream.
Love is as complete as receiving that one special gift on Christmas.

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Wind

Objects in the wind
bend around broken pathways,
and drop to the ground.

-Jake R. Green 5-25-2001

I Am

I am...
A clam; hiding deep in the darkness waiting for someone to come find my pearl.
A beeding heart; Broken, torn, and tattered by life's injustices.
A hill; Gently rolling, rising and falling with each new day.
An ellipse; Held in suspense.

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Love

Love is a cheetah racing to catch its prey.
A bridge that one must cross.
A ladder with each rung to climb.
Love is the moon
-The only light that can be seen when darkness falls around us.

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Love vs Hate

                  Love
       Kind, Compassionate
 Compromising, Caring, Daring
Complete, Peace, Pain, Pungent
    Cringing, Cutting, Fighting
             Bitter, Sly
                 Hate

-Jake R. Green 1-1-2003

Family Face

My family is a face,
Arranged by five senses.
My father is the pair of eyes,
Seeing into the world.
My mother is the mouth,
Whispering gentle cautions.
My brother is the pair of ears,
Harkening to the gentle voice.
My sister is the nose,
Sniffing out the path.
And I am touch,
When all together enhances.

-Jake R. Green 5-25-2001

Monday, February 20, 2012

Emotion

Love is an innumerous color.
It sounds like a bull rushing towards me.
It tastes like chocolate covered strawberries.
It smells like fear creeping up to you.
It feels like the intention of hearts.
Love is the captivation of emotion,
Inter vivos.

     -Jake R. Green 2001

Questions For The Soul

Is it an alarm,
The uneasiness of guilt?
Is it a song
Meant to be danced to?
Is it a prayer?
What is the soul?
A flicker of hope,
A flare of truth?
Does it hide,
Or is it always here?
Can I talk to it
-Can it talk to me?
Are we the same,
Or are we polar?
In our thoughts
Who controls the thunder?
Is it the tears that fall from my eyes?
The stillness of a day gone right?
Where will I find you?
Where do you sleep at night?

     -Jake R. Green 3-25-03

Personification

Eccentricity is pride,
A pompous niche.
He walks through streets
Where no one else goes
-Eccentricity takes the back roads.
As he walks down the block he stirs a nervous twitch.
Eccentricity is a bird gone north for the winter.

     -Jake R. Green 3-14-03

Cliche

There is a quiet in a surgeons response after surgery.
There is a quiet when anxiously awaiting for an event to make itself known.
There is a quiet in the climax of a movie.
There is a quiet in the stillness of the night.
There is a quiet in the lions pounce upon its prey.

     -Jake R. Green 3-4-03

Writers and Spiders

Writers and spiders are the only two creatures that spill their guts to survive.

Walking through life with strife and grief,
Writers and spiders are here to teach.
Not knowing where to step
Wherever they go they will be met.

Through trials and trials they'll learn and grow
Know what others wish to know.
Shinning to the world:
"Look at me!"
And seeing what others cannot see.

     -Jake R. Green 2-11-03

Saturday, February 18, 2012

(titleless)

Come warm my naked worry.

     -Jake R. Green 12-30-03

(titleless)

We surround prisoners
In a concrete belly.
--Ferocious sculptures of ourselves.

     -Jake R. Green 12-31-03

(titleless)

His universe sat between
Eternity and imagination.

     -Jake R. Green 12-28-03

(titleless)

I am like a chair,
Waiting for fate to sit down.

     -Jake R. Green

Myself

Looking at myself
I smell a brilliance.
And a feeling of a
Boxed memory.
I taste
A silent love.
And watch a flare
Of hope.

     -Jake R. Green

Friday, February 17, 2012

Love's Dance

My desire grows into a brilliant love,
Bellowing at my heart.
Dancing into a wild fever,
Breathing every breath of life.

     -Jake R. Green

(titleless)

I am the personification of loneliness.

     -Jake R. Green 6-17-03

(titleless)

Emotion breaks free
And floods my eyes.
Collecting in a pool
In the corner of my eye.
I was invincible--
Until today.
Finally my kidney
Have given way.

     -Jake R. Green 11-15-01

Brine

Tears run down
The undefined path of my cheek.
In every bead
Tarries a sorrow.
That has found its way
Out of my memory--
Yet it will never be gone.

     -Jake R. Green

What Do I Do

What do I do when
My heart plays tricks on me,
Leading me to believe things that
I know aren't true?
What do I do when
My soul cries out to you,
And you don't cry back like I'd want you to?

      -Jake R. Green

Thursday, February 16, 2012

(titleless)

Etre pas partiel a aimer.

     -Jake R. Green

(titleless)

I am lost within this clutter of emotions,
and out of touch with that which I have never had.

     -Jake R. Green

Love (at first site)

You left me breathless,
In the vastness of your beauty.
You left me to explore,
Every lingering thought about you--

Embracing every eternal glance.

You wake my sences,
You poeticize my soul.
Melting my heart,
Kissing my eyes.

     -Jake R. Green 11-27-00

Confidence

It dives
In a pool of shallow water.
Like a flower,
Bending
Towards light.

     -Jake R. Green 5-1-03

In The Stillness Of The Morning

In the stillness of the morning my mind wonders back
to the events that now sleep in the past,
like an unforgotten memory I hold in my hand.
In the stillness of the morning I yearn to sleep again.
To mow over these thoughts that swim inside my head.
In the stillness of the morning the earth receives her light-
Overpowering darkness that blankets the sky.

     -Jake R. Green 5-1-03