tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092942822438563752024-03-07T23:02:31.391-08:00it's just dead time.James alan blakelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15011668956377040095noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409294282243856375.post-24973142123715696522010-12-06T13:46:00.000-08:002010-12-07T20:53:43.488-08:00Admit it.Curiously strong thoughts<br />Swim like eels<br />Electrifying my ambition<br />Leaving my goals to float<br /><br />Like dead fish<br /><br />I'll feed them flakes<br />But it takes<br /><br />Days, weeks, months, years<br />To revive them<br />Climb them<br /><br />Ladders to my brain<br /><br />Reach inside, and rip them out<br />prove me not insane<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>James alan blakelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15011668956377040095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409294282243856375.post-10156896707238632152010-12-06T13:45:00.000-08:002010-12-06T13:46:06.471-08:00SHORT BUSI'm on the road<br />Not really "on the road"<br />But I'm on my road<br />My road to see her<br /><br />It's been 3 weeks<br />2 weeks of I miss you's<br />2 weeks of I need you here's<br /><br />1 week of death.<br /><br />1 week of missing i miss you's<br />1 week of neglecting i need you here's<br /><br />What happened;<br />A glitch.<br /><br />This isn't supposed to end now<br />And it is most definitely not supposed to end like this<br /><br />Tonight make your way back in<br />Tonight seal yourself beneath my skin <input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>James alan blakelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15011668956377040095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409294282243856375.post-41607775410734748922010-04-12T22:00:00.000-07:002010-04-13T18:23:48.916-07:00My War.This sea is sinking<br /><br />Where the water once was at my knees<br />Is nothing but sand and sunken ships<br />Ships which have been destroyed<br />Not by loosened but extremely tightened lips<br />Its sails for the last time, see the setting sun<br />Its rudder for the first, wait on commands that never come<br /><br />My war;<br />is fought with thumbs<br /><br />My war;<br />is a righteous one<br /><br />My war;<br />is 10 years old<br /><br />My war;<br />is solid gold<br /><br />The sea is now beneath my toes<br />Begging me to let it go<br />Lost cities and treasures it begins to throw<br />At my arms and legs to help them grow<br /><br />I cant let it happen, this cannot be<br />My sea needs to rage and breathe at home with me<br />But as i watch it retreat from beneath my feet and shadow<br />I feel my eyes and skin fall<br />In love with the gravel<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>James alan blakelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15011668956377040095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409294282243856375.post-86932863096448418252010-02-21T13:08:00.000-08:002010-12-06T13:59:36.395-08:00Blogspot poser.Yes. The title is true. I started this and totally abandoned following through with any sort of consistency. I'm sure there is maybe 4 people that look at this thing anyway. Alas i still feel like I have flaked out here, so here is a poem i wrote last week when my mind was gone.<br /><br />________________<br /><br />All i see is death<br /><br />It's all i smell<br />It's what i taste<br /><br />I feel it scraping in my bones when it's taking shape<br /><br />My eyes they sleep and waste the days<br />Like Knots in my stomach they never stray<br /><br />It's time<br /><br />lay my body on a cold steel bed<br />Awaiting my sins and words to be read<br /><br />Out loud, inside<br />My lips and fingertips coincide<br />Yelling "LONG AGO IS WHEN I DIED!"<br />"THIS IS NOTHING NEW; A MOUNTAIN IVE ALREADY CLIMBED!"<br />Long before, Ive seen this place<br />A life of apathy, lies, love, hate and haste<br />I always lose<br />There is nothing left<br />Just the thought of her face when i lost my breath<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>James alan blakelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15011668956377040095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409294282243856375.post-11289171387373651712010-02-04T00:59:00.000-08:002010-02-04T02:13:14.760-08:00entry numero unBlogs huh? .. this is my first, a little late i admit. It's probably been a decade or more since they've been introduced to us in this form. But if you look at it in the grand scale of things I've been "blogging" my entire life... Anyway, I would like to dedicate this blog my first to 4 people. 2 of which are extremely close to me, my roommates broot and dc, who have no idea I'm in the room next to them high as shit on acid at 4 in the morning doing this. One is a new friend who is likely one of the main reasons this blog was even started. Also jes i would like to apologize for using the same background as you its lame i know but it was the only one i liked. And last but most defiantly not least one who isn't a person at all, my kitten Bruce whom Ive had a mad bro down with tonight and feel he should be credited.<br /><br />Here's a poem i wrote tonight/this morning. I'm a bit hesitant posting it for it will be the first time i let anything like this of mine public with the exception of song. I hope you like it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />She's my ship tonight<br />Steering me to music i can taste in my mouth<br />I can feel it swimming through my teeth<br />Crashing over my gum's and writing verses on my tongue<br />The sounds in the street meet with the music in my chest<br />Together they suck the sorrow from its depths<br /><br />I feel alive. I feel my blood move<br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>James alan blakelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15011668956377040095noreply@blogger.com0