Jessica

little one

ball of clay

eyes opalescent

toy hands grasping for a world

you cannot understand

little one

ball of clay

too soon you'll grow

ruined by comprehension

little one

ball of clay

promise of a morning

just give me one more day

little one

ball of clay

stay this way

Truth

I laugh at you sometimes to hide
the sad truth that I keep inside:
That all you are and will always be
is a person far to good for me. 
It's true


I laugh at all your silly words
and tell you they are for the birds,
When really I can't fathom how
you're mind is mine at least for now
It's true


I laugh at how you love me so,
and mean yes when I tell you no
When you ask if I'll be true
and if I will always love you
I do.


I laugh at my own selfishness
for keeping you under duress
You deserve to lovingly
be loving someone more than me
It's true. 


I treasure every moment I
hold you captive by my side,
And hope that my trickery
will keep you here wanting me
You know I can't deny
that every time I close my eyes 
I see you.

Broken Glass in the Gutter

You perplexed me as I set afoot
Upon the pavement you sailed past.
I heard your eerie wails and giggles,
Unseen boat without a mast.

I start, I wonder what you are,
Coming nearer, are you really there?
Your laughter chills and still delights me
Your beauty lies in your disrepair.

What a largess to have been there,
A sound so recherche,
A moment only we will share,
A tribute only I can pay.

Pentultimatum

If determination be at my discretion

And all is as I choose it be

How will I know the best direction?

Foresight: a boon unknown to me.

I'll take it on consideration,

Revoke my rights to determination,

Break the bonds of my own damnation,

Free myself from indecision's stagnation.

But if it all be fate's decision,

And choice is but a false fancy,

Can I live with such derision?

Is this all I am meant to be?

I'll question Moira's cunning ways,

Fight her paths and hope to stray,

Curse my kismet every day,

While bitterly life would waste away.

Best it be then kept unknown,

Is this path written or my own...

Tidings to Temporality

Quixotic question of existence,

You beguile with binds of power unknown.

Unending plague of perpetual persistence,

To deny your omnipotence is to die alone.

To fight you would be a fallacy,

For your reach is beyond your creator's grasp.

Imaginary foe of human fancy,

holding human life in inhumane grasp.

So cruel and yet forgiving,

With tides and moons to measure,

Taking chances with no hope of reliving

yet trading pain for eventual pleasure.

For all your malice but one virtue,

Without your promise of expiration,

The gift of life would be untrue,

instead a death of procrastination.

New beginnings

I'm starting a new blog after a 4 year respite. I've had some inspiration to start writing and I'm hoping this will inspire me to do so.

If you happen across this blog, I apologise for wasting your time, as these are the musings of a madwoman who just happens to be a tad sesquipedalian at times.