the perpetual ribbon of words

hello I'm jean .. im just a poet like you

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The unacceptable

Emotional and deadly

I march towards war unsteady

I was Never ready

with my guns a bay

Stuck in the corner of my mind.

time just seems slip away..

I am so lost in these days astray.

Its too a dead god i pray ..

So here i lay ...

injured on the holy frey .

My blood has spilled

Ive been killed

And with  All Wounds open..

Broken thoughts and shatter glass

Conjured reflections of the past

I am assuming ...

that nothing was meant to last

With Wide eyes glued up towards the sky

Such is thee

Is to ask

Did you ever really love me ?

Our Dead doves and broken homes

Are drowning beneath me

Its tommorows sorrow in a open sea

The sirens are Calling out to me

Pulling me

Killing me about

What is to be....

inevitably eventually .

JLC# poetry

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Queen of snakes .

A woman Dressed in death

Suggested those to rest ..

Yet some hid again in the light

As she walked in spaces out of sight

As a citizen of the night

Keen on

Avoiding the hours of the antemeridian

She Spoke obsidian

Keen on

Demonstrating her

Systematic practice

Of a diplomatic actress..

She was a water breather ..

An amphibian deceiver

And Most believer her

Turing eyes away from the truth

And what the fact is

The world was dropped

From atlas

She was disastrous

So walk not where tell grass grows madness

A sound slithering against the grain of withering dead flesh

Is where the act is

her gallery is a canvas of human

Sadness .

JLC#poetry

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The unacceptable

Emotional and deadly

I march towards war unsteady

I was Never ready

with my guns a bay

Stuck in the corner of my mind.

time just seems slip away..

I am so lost in these days astray.

Its too a dead god i pray ..

So here i lay ...

injured on the holy frey .

My blood has spilled

Ive been killed

And with  All Wounds open..

Broken thoughts and shatter glass

Conjured reflections of the past

I am assuming ...

that nothing was meant to last

With Wide eyes glued up towards the sky

Such is thee

Is to ask

Did you ever really love me ?

Our Dead doves and broken homes

Are drowning beneath me

Its tommorows sorrow in a open sea

The sirens are Calling out to me

Pulling me

Killing me about

What is to be....

inevitably eventually .

JLC# poetry

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DMT

A crystal clear divination dweller searching for a congruecy truency of a pure feedback loop see through me emerged from the sea to the surface with purpose.

Find a way point navigator ancient alligator non dual space traveller, algorithm schizoschism cosmic transmutation prism.

A great chasm occured all lenses blurred

Time was lopsided, falling off the edges an ancient dream made a pledge to return to the first word, merging abraxas, balanced polar axis, enchanted sun. Center practise becoming whole to lead the way through the ice paradise.

The utopian dream sacred geometry 64 units hexagram monoploy, playing a complex rhythmic monotony of unifiying lobotomy ,since wave conversion heart projected persuasion of invasion of enjoyment , self employment

Do you want downloaded higher self pending installation of higher self no longer on the shelf ice caps shall melt,

Get to a boat to stay afloat and reveal

Origins grand architect foreinger harmonic joiner waypoint divination status heal the nation, liberation signal receiver from the first believer chord deciver

You cant see her

JLC # poetry #DMT

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A place so empty

Sometimes i wonder how and why i feel so empty...

Two Devils float among the clouds of my shoulders..

Its in these dark places

They tempt me...

So Love ive chased for ages

Lost in 30 stages of Immortal pain..

Nothing here left for a fool

So My Wicked heart Exempts me ..

What is shame but failure?

Letting the sirens sing

Killing the sailors

So many times ive lost my mind

Dancing in the rain

Insane from dark weather

So What's better?

Slipping away into the night and day?...

Ive lost my way...

Blank tides of ocean breeze thoughts

that vacate themselves into the stormy frey

Thunder and lighting ,

Ice and hail

Hell fires frighting..

Damn I suffer in silence...

My life feels as though it will end in an act

Violence.. 

Perhaps that's why i feel so empty

JLC#poetry

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DMT

A crystal clear divination dweller searching for a congruecy truency of a pure feedback loop see through me emerged from the sea to the surface with purpose.

Find a way point navigator ancient alligator non dual space traveller, algorithm schizoschism cosmic transmutation prism.

A great chasm occured all lenses blurred

Time was lopsided, falling off the edges an ancient dream made a pledge to return to the first word, merging abraxas, balanced polar axis, enchanted sun. Center practise becoming whole to lead the way through the ice paradise.

The utopian dream sacred geometry 64 units hexagram monoploy, playing a complex rhythmic monotony of unifiying lobotomy ,since wave conversion heart projected persuasion of invasion of enjoyment , self employment

Do you want downloaded higher self pending installation of higher self no longer on the shelf ice caps shall melt,

Get to a boat to stay afloat and reveal

Origins grand architect foreinger harmonic joiner waypoint divination status heal the nation, liberation signal receiver from the first believer chord deciver

You cant see her

JLC # poetry #DMT

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DMT

A crystal clear divination dweller searching for a congruecy truency of a pure feedback loop see through me emerged from the sea to the surface with purpose.

Find a way point navigator ancient alligator non dual space traveller, algorithm schizoschism cosmic transmutation prism.

A great chasm occured all lenses blurred

Time was lopsided, falling off the edges an ancient dream made a pledge to return to the first word, merging abraxas, balanced polar axis, enchanted sun. Center practise becoming whole to lead the way through the ice paradise.

The utopian dream sacred geometry 64 units hexagram monoploy, playing a complex rhythmic monotony of unifiying lobotomy ,since wave conversion heart projected persuasion of invasion of enjoyment , self employment

Do you want downloaded higher self pending installation of higher self no longer on the shelf ice caps shall melt,

Get to a boat to stay afloat and reveal

Origins grand architect foreinger harmonic joiner waypoint divination status heal the nation, liberation signal receiver from the first believer chord deciver

You cant see her

JLC # poetry #DMT

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“The ground in which I stay Quietly I rest Inside the temples of thee Discarded I rot Beckoned by thought Shrouded in secrecy Seduced by the darkness Eluded by things seen The eyes do not see What the mind does not know So Carelessly i dream Into a place yet unknown A space below that blows Beneath the willows Of fragrant thoughts Oh quietly I rest Through memeroies of death The life of breath Is but a mist, a wisp Upon a hill Broken This stone , This tablet Remains a trophy , My token. JLC#poetry”

—

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The ice frame

The ice frame

At quick glace she can disguise her self with her astectic apperance .

Those who can not see will approach her in awe

In what they proclaim as beauty .

But i with aged eyes..

can see what lies beneath the certains. ..

A soul,

with Wavelike patterns And Disturbances in the air …

A unquie anomoly that happens from time to time.

Observing the seasons ..

Sometimes fall can blow a wilted flower into the mist of a raining summer .

She was a saturated rose padel

Frozen in a morning winter.

A state of death captured in a stasis

JLC#poetry

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Abstract eyes

With love

leaving you Incandescent ,

The sentient glow of your cosmic eyes

Begins to align …

Thus time remains motionless .

Pulled in I’m Captive by your gravity ,

The weight of your expression

Floats in orbit

Around my memories. .

Two stars ,

Now seat themselves within the windows of your soul.

Pure Radiance….

The luminosity of your vibrant eyes

Paints a story ..

What was Once a blank canvas …

Is Now a kaleidoscope of colors

JLC#poetry

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Anon

anonymously ...

I autonomously write ensnaring emotions imprinted digitally

on a million screens..

to me... it's not enough

not even a million pretentious screams

inside nightmarish dreams ..

nothings enough..

so I bluff charisma to faces in a million places ..

it's the stuff made up of lies to hide the tides of truth behind the madness of my eyes ..

it's cries

the weeping sleeping self inside...

how carefully I must speak to not sound weak to those who claim to love me .

how I must craft my words and walk a line...

if I say to everyone how much I want to die... I'll be taken away this time..

I chose to Express and outlet this way because it's the only safe place to write my mind...

#inifintepocket # Poetry

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Merge into one

with the convergence of two minds ,

melding into the passion of ocean tides...

moon light strides of light covered vast distances ...

in the beauty of the shadows in the night ..

all you can hear are the echoes of mutual admiration....

Our blissful intoxicating moans fills the bedroom...

this music was a reflection of our doom

JLC#poetry

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infinite mind prisim

once I died...

I recycled..

again I am shot back down

by the achangel Micheal..

I was manufactured ..

yet this time I've been fractured

becoming fractals of disorder and disillusions ...

I was confusion upon entry ...

for over a century I've lost my memories in the city .

I've forgotten what made life so pretty ..

was it the smell of lavander or the glitter of gold ?

or a significant other that I've once had to hold ?

sometimes in the silence

I can here a little voice

screaming to me from the mountains.

sometimes

I can hear the parts of my heart ..

the parts that whisper..

i don't remember if I was ever a child of hope ...

but each day of pain

I try my best to cope..

to maintain a low level of shame

yet it still rains

and pours into an Infinite river ..

I don't remember the day I was delivered..

just as I don't remember the day I died...

inside this prism of my infitine mind

I can't even tell you the color of the sky

but if I had to take a guess ..

it would be the color of sorrows

JLC#poetry

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Ghost of present times

Low strides with Lament eyes.

I walk close to a place most won't recognise.

A garden between the frey .

A field where flowers wilt ..

but never die.

For days I've wondered why

I've soon starting noticing

Transparent skies.

The clouds have gone silent

And the silhouettes of

Birds echoed.

All montion has died.

Thus Ceasing me to be

Yet i was embraced to see,

Death was a kiss

from hollowed lips.

A Majestic stillness

thats filled my lament eyes.

I've become a ghost nobody can

recognise..

JLC#poetry

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Sometimes

honestly

I can't

remember

the times

of enjoyment

memories conveyed

in dreams

forgotten moments

and forgotten songs

you and me

were never meant to be

just like when Moses

departed the sea

seasons and reasons

to change

graves to visit

children to birth

lifetimes going

from good to worse

so many things I can feel

so many things that hurt

but I've just kept on walking..

fading into the distance design

of my self proclaimed death.

JLC#poetry

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The sounds of nothing

recently

I've been trying not to look

into the mirror

afraid of what might reflect back.

the simple act alone

causes things to turn black..

day to day

I stray away from my home..

afraid to be around anyone

afraid for anyone to see my sins

the ones that I can't atone

sometimes when I pick up my phone

I check to see to see if anyone's called me

but it's just more empty space

just like this place

so today it's my face

a ghost

a host

in avoid

completely erased ..

JLC#poetry

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The contributing factor

thoughts provoking actions

here I lay contemplating my choices

biting my thumbs

dividing the fractions .

writing blood soaked in ink

restless

i lay pointlessly

with countless words in play

my metaphors run in the night

my translations run in the day

today ..

realizations came with grace

knowing I've had many ways

too manufacture a faceless face..

today I live in Hollywood

im the dying actor.

a being concealed in lies

yet in this infinite Disguise.

sometimes I wonder why the skies

seem to be hidden behind pretentious eyes

a hue of blue

showing me that something must be true

thus a need beings to seep.

seeking to be above ..

I'll take a couple of things

to make of artificial wings

I wanted to be a dove

just to reach that high

but substances only make me crash and

die.

JLC#poetry