The mind, a dormant stone

my brain is completely flooded i've rode this train before to a journey laden in cumbersome foot-stomps catching my frolic to the ground, tumbling over some man's arms, thick-legged brawn there is a part of me that says, 'you're too old for this'... maybe to know better is to be declarative and surrender to the certainties in life. however certain and present, the tornado will  follow. it's better to live submissive instead of dismissive to the velocity of life held out in front of you... like the last banana in the fruit bowl, or that chocolate cake you just want to lick. bowl to casket. each motion a delight.

Confessions of a creeper He lasts until you're gone, still component to the atmosphere; tricky. Grime enough on the mouth to get close, but doesn't touch. Your heart doesn't reach enough on the inside. "I'm sorry, what you said above is true. But was Narcissus not soft, yet enough, to admire. Beauty? Short sighted, I Not." exhaled ------ < Done. Finito. Bye. ~ Jessica M. Wilson

Of Some Man A criminal – someone. Making crime committed against social expectation. Crime of action: necessity, deliberate… when a hand reaches to take bread, pick fruit, stretch farther than comfortable, there is silence that recognizes action of hands, mind made to reach harder decisions. Imbalance to society… But when a hand lashes down to punish a criminal, there is no tolerance, or redemption to be found. Enforcers carry gloves, so their hands will not bloody, so they won’t spoil their appetite to dine with their families, shake the fragile palm of a plump baby girl, weigh down into another person’s face – watching the water drip from their eyes; tolerance removed. Tyler calls them “The Keepers”, earning a living to watch and mitigate the torment of bastardized sons and daughters of the “system”. There is nothing left to assure ourselves – atrocities of the night – So glad police took them away – purged the streets, but how fa...

I am so excited to present this song to the world! Cantüs' message is beautiful and I hope the world answers the call!

Here is a clip of my reading at Writer Wednesdays at Bob's Espresso Bar in North Hollywood! Presenting a collaborative, untitled poem, written with Juan Cardenas, and "Oh my!"! A powerful  message from Poet, Norman Molesko ! View the entire show:  http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/34621003

" Paul Dermée   (1886-1951) was a   Belgian   Writer, Poet, Literary Critique. Born Camille Janssen in   Liège , Belgium in 1886, he died Paris 1951.  He knew the painters Picasso, Juan Gris, Sonia and Robert Delaunay and the poets Valéry Larbaud and Max Jacob." (taken from Wikipedia)

G'Bye I take the train to flee my love. Sometimes I smile and run from one end of reality to the other. Sometimes I understand why I'm running, so I go to sit on a rock  and explore truths. Never escaping...  Never completely. I then realize how my heart is tugged to his -- and no matter how often I try to release I'll continue to be his second self. ~ jessica m. wilson jac