HeyJaredSeaJade@baantalay
I write an eclectic mix of prose poetry and general doodling dependent on mood, shallow, deep, dark, light, we humans are complicated aren’t we? Jade chips in whenever she wants she’s an elemental force of nature, not to be denied. Sea 🙏😘
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Being dead is so inconvenient (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Look I’m as fond of roses as the next girl. A gift from heaven when you’re very nearly ten and six feet under. Nice of you to think of me, occasionally. Once in a blue moon~dungarees and yearly maintenance. From where you stand it’s all pastel shaded granite and blue sky. Bowed head regrets and lost dreams. Here I lie pearly fingernails falling, petals fading, the tinkling notes of memory. My music box playing nearby, off k
Ephemeral (opens the original)
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thousand yard, thousand year stare (opens the original)
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See most often in the eyes of an athlete that look that says I had you beatby a whole damn street, brain on repeathow the fuck did I lose from there?the singer who has found that one perfect phrase in that one perfect songthat she knew all along would get her lynched for her troubles yet sang it anywaythe political hack who knows the answer but is too afraid to ask the question integrity compromised by editorial persuasion and professional suicide all share a thousand yard, thousand year stareth
Why do we war? (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published When we plant that first seed put up the fence buy a dog say this is mine not yours When we treat people as things chattels possessing their labour When we judge, when we fudge, when we refuse to budge When we forget the dignity of labour, to stuff our pockets with paper When we fear, when we fear, when we fear refuse to hear deny others their gods When we stop talking, stop walking a mile in their shoes when we believe lop
A day at the races (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Well, she got out of that limo like I don’t know what, you could park a bus in between those thighs. Ankles together darling and swing for the camera. No bloody decorum these youngsters today. Something left over from the final~final series of I’m a celebrity get me out of here apparently…never heard of her darling! Had her own cook show in the eighties. All dribbly lips, cocaine and saucy innuendo. And those gloves! Grey f
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