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I am no one other than me. I have a face like no other, don’t you see? I have a heart and thoughts of my own, Just to me.
05/2017 © 2017 Jennifer Crawley
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“Just Be To Be” WIP
I am no one other than me. I have a face like no other, don’t you see? I have a heart and thoughts of my own, Just to me.
05/2017 © 2017 Jennifer Crawley
“Memories and Dust”
Memories and dust… Fragments of time lost And loved one’s turned to dust; Ashes and rust… Dust in the air, Dust in your lungs.
04/2016
© 2017 Jennifer Crawley
"Abstract Color”
Ah... The abstract beauty that compels me to search through you. To begin with the brilliant catacombs created in your mind to The naked flesh that binds us in our raw symmetry...
There is much to behold here, As if a mystery is settling and Beginning.
The feeling is embedded in my skin. There is much to learn, so much to share. I have seen and felt the greatness of self, Do I dare share the blend and create a color?
Of all the abstract forms, Should this be the greatest of all?
05/2012
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
“Dear Lover”
‘My Dear Lover,
Oh, my own true love! You deliver me such great and simple pleasures, it is enough to rejoice!
In principle and with love, I declare my permanence by your side and wish to be wed. Please say “I do”. I miss you dearly, I am yours.’
05/2010
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
“Eternity”
Eternity,
It is the Limbo we have created, Together we will live forever. Beyond this bridge we have constructed We have pushed through many perils, Darkness and despair only to find there is Great power in light of our
Love.
10/2011
2017 (c) Jennifer Crawley
Midnight-Stare
A cold and dark abysmal... No light to wisp amidst the dense air And nothing to phase the midnight stare.
Alone in tandem as the Sunrise begins to flare. 2010 - 2017
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
Dwindling
With time the core of my very existence dwindles. The hunger that has driven me up and over the threshold of pleasure Has deterred my sight.
I give it only time and permanence to see, That I will forever linger an abyss of sea. Of all the love I acquire to set right the deed, I fall to my knee's in the face of all that is lost to me. There is nothing left to do and nothing left to say to you; I have felt the bite of a bitter cold...
06/2012
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
“Welcome Winter”
In the winter cold, where all that is merry and bright and the plain-fields of white radiate with a decedent glory. Each and every year as the moon falls slightly lower on the horizon, a wonderful turn of events take place. Children delight as this swiftly tilting planet sheds flakes of crumbling cloud of grey and white to share the spirit of winter in its rotation. As the stars illuminate in quiet, distant dark skies, their gaze is heavy with a spark of wonder to all that stare up among the many. Enticing and inspiring, in the silence of all that is free and beautiful is simply more wonderful witnessed in a blanket of snow...
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It isn't just the Holiday, it isn't about the commercialized madness; stay home this holiday and share with your family what Christmas is supposed to feel like and be.
Happy Holidays.
2014
2017 (c) Jennifer Crawley
Great Joy
At the bottom of my heart is a great swell of mystery... In the deep, lying beneath is a joy I hold so dear, An immense happiness that can never drown in a world of such deceit. I call upon whom so willingly brings my spirit such ease...
08/2012
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
Mute
These songs of beauty and resonance Are all I've ever had.
My voice is merely a transient ringing in the wind, For I am a mute.
The instruments I use to play my life on the string’s, Are all that I have.
These songs of beauty of resonance Are all that I am.
2005
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
“Time and Decay”
As all things conspire, So do the many things we wish not to be. As time endorses decay With life does it fade...
Be it the ground our foundations take root And the essence of hope in our future bearing. Be it the tree that reaches higher for us, Into the great sky and beyond. Waters will flow As it is the elixir that is our life-nectar. As all things conspire, All is taken for granted...
10/25/13
2017 (c) Jennifer Crawley
“Unique”
You are Unique. You may not think you are, You may not think the world needs you, But it does... For you are unique.
Like no one that has ever been or will come after you. No one can speak with your voice, Say your words, Share your smile, Or shine your light.
No one can take your place, For it is yours alone to fill. If you are not here to shine your light, I will lose my sight...
2010
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
Why I Write
I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.
I write to create a colorful fabric in a world that often appears black and white.
I write to discover, I write to uncover; I write to meet my ghosts and I write to begin a dialogue.
I write to imagine things differently, and in imagining and acting on things differently perhaps the world will change.
I write to honor art and beauty. I write to correspond with my friends.
I write as a daily act of improvisation.
I write to appreciate nature and natural splendor. I write because it aids in creating my composure.
I write against greed and power. I write for democracy.
I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams.
I write in a solitude born out of community.
I write the questions that shatter my sleep. I seek the answers that dampen my slumber.
I write to the answers that have made me complacent.
I write to remember, I write to forget. I write to quell the pain. I write to the music that opens my heart.
I write with patience and melancholy in the winter seasons. I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know or understand fully.
I write as an act of faith. I write as an act of solidarity and solitude.
I write to record what I love in the face of loss and disappointment. I write because it makes me less fearful of death. I write as an exercise in pure joy and painful sorrow.
I write as one who walks on the surface of a frozen river-frost beginning to melt.
I write out of my anger and try to pour that into my passions.
I write from stillness, anticipating -- always anticipating.
I write to listen, I write out of silence. I write to soothe the voices shouting inside me, outside me, all around me.
I write because I believe in the power of words.
I write because it is a dance with a paradoxical alter-ego.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in
sand.
I write when I take long walks.
I write because I believe it can create a path in darkness and shed a light.
I write with a knife, carving each word from the generosity of trees.
I write with key-strokes, punching each key-word into a plastic box.
I write as ritual, I write as habit.
I write out of my inconsistencies. I write with the colors of memory, and contemplate the shades overtime.
I write as a witness to what I have seen; I write as witness to what I imagine.
I write by grace and grit.
I write for the love of ideas.
I write for the surprise of a sentence.
I write knowing I will always fail. I write knowing words always fall short.
I write knowing I can be killed by own words, stabbed by syntax, crucified by understanding and misunderstanding.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure. I write as though I am whispering into the ear of the one I love.
I write as though I am speaking to children. I write as thought I am a parallel; that of a woman and a child-girl.
I slide head first into the familiar abyss of doubt and humility with impending threat to push the delete button along my way, or madly erase each line; pick up the paper and rip it into shreds -- and then I realize it doesn't matter, words are always a gamble and words are like splinters from cut glass.
I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, a lot like love. To form the words, to say the words; to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we really are... I write as if I am a Legend.
2014
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
Reflections on Love
A moment in time does linger on his tongue;
So will the thought of her be the rapture of his longing.
But alas, mystery shows its face: an enigma that is Love!
This vast longing for another...
So vague and yet, it burns with a great desire unheard or seen.
Shall this be, undoubtedly, his lifelong yearning?
2012
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
“Acceptance, Agreement”
In the essence of memory lies the feeling of comfort. As if it were soft, theme's of light depicted in the Shadows cast at night only by moon-light.
It is a force of awakening; a siege of wonder. Of a dance shared by two lovers to recall upon a life so fondly.
Consumed by it be the memory of a long search, Delivered into the soft, comforting touch of another.
So let it be the atmosphere of my longing for you that guides you into my arms. And there, in the undertones of my words should it caress your mind and seduce your wary heart. Of all things to be in possession, Let it be in our arms we find our succession...
07/2012
2017 (c) Jennifer Crawley
"Mortal Scar”
To share your secrets with the world is not the goal. Be it the symbol embedded on flesh a reminder Of an unforgettable deed. Bare not the flesh wound for wondering eye’s, For the mortal scar you carry lies beneath your flesh...
2013 Alt Title: “Tattoo”.
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley
“Rain”
Let it be in the rain I find stillness, In measure and in love I will search endlessly for a end to my means. In the gloom, amiss all the noise; I still hear soft under tones of beautiful music. I am surrounded by chaos each turn, no peace in the scorn; never ending tasks. In all the ugliness and the pain, your word’s remain...
A nurturing sound I will always retain.
As if you are all I could ever claim, though in vain; for all that is, could surely change...
2012
2017 (C) Jennifer Crawley