Just A Thought

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59797894107968478132026-06-16T11:47:08.725-05:00Just A ThoughtThis is just a collection of inspired thoughts provoked by the people I've come to know and their experiences shared with me.Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-38651488479487213682016-10-30T05:25:00.001-05:002016-10-30T05:25:42.678-05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="MsoNormal"> <v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"> <v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"> </v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:f></v:formulas> <v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"> <o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"> </o:lock></v:path></v:stroke></v:shapetype><v:shape id="Picture_x0020_2" o:spid="_x0000_i1025" style="height: 201.75pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 362.25pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"> <v:imagedata o:title="" src="file:///C:/Users/JC_2~1.JC-/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.jpg"> </v:imagedata></v:shape>               <o:p></o:p></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFY9I8u0wlBBc1sd70egfSr-5LtCNm2ylU5mPialCiURka6NGKy4jX2Hooj4XhvvIxq6uvKbr5NL4938u4uw8NNkbXHGbEZmBqml8WVr3B_JPjSpTpxJOKmXJ7FTJy_sfV6x37e8r50cs/s1600/sketchy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFY9I8u0wlBBc1sd70egfSr-5LtCNm2ylU5mPialCiURka6NGKy4jX2Hooj4XhvvIxq6uvKbr5NL4938u4uw8NNkbXHGbEZmBqml8WVr3B_JPjSpTpxJOKmXJ7FTJy_sfV6x37e8r50cs/s400/sketchy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Is my name; a suspect in the land of “…innocent until proven guilty…”  REALLY!?!?<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Caught with a smoking gun and a body; although I never pulled the trigger…. </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> the intent is prevalent with body and gun present. Nothing else is never considered, because the homicide of emotional trust and generosity is the overrides the fact that…<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Sketchy is what they call me….<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Here I am plea bargaining, arguing redirected conversations of my admitted guilt, arguments against myself I’ve built through the old adage “…action speaks louder than words…” actions view through binoculars held backwards, squinting trying to see the truth right before them. Circumstantial in nature factual to those that call me Sketchy….<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Suspect is the word, given to the convicted; vindication to those who caught the perpetrator.  As they revel in the revelation of their disappointment and confirmation of all affirmations; a banner of their victimization and humiliation endorses is their vindication in all that’s right. While……<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Sketchy is what they call me….<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Accepting fault, guilt on tilt fearing the worst, because it you that hurt in the mist of the past brought to the present coupled with contempt cursed for past transgressions, insulting intelligence, mocking compassion, understanding, and generosity. All that is given from a heart of solidarity guarded by the light singeing all, “…what’s done in the darkness; comes to light…”<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Sketchy is what they call me….<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> I can’t stand for this so I sit down to be knocked down constantly; reminders of my indiscretions, misdirection and imperfections…. smh….it’s a fucking emotional insurrection.!!! So I plead out, hoping for a lighter sentence, willing to do my penance and restitution for the crucifixion of feelings, trust and security…lmao seriously?<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Sketchy is what they call me….<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> …. speaking of which I’m curious; why deal with, a deceiving, cheating selfish narcissistic? Is it to cure me with a self-righteous moral compass to guide me to the light and singe the fights about how delusional I am in my perspective; my skewed introspective keeping me from already incriminating myself any more than what I have.<o:p></o:p></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> Sketchy is what they call me….<br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /> <o:p></o:p></div> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal"> <br /></div> </div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-14035498905860128342012-11-28T08:27:00.001-06:002012-11-28T08:27:18.906-06:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span class="userContent"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_50b61be4b80285099419151"> In my mind a there’s precipitation caused by dark clouds forming the humidity of the humility suffered and endured. The forecast calls for rain, which I’m not prepared for, but still it rains. So I dance in this rain, through the pain, acid<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span> tears, salty are the tears burning my eyes. Oh how I despise the heavens for opening up, not my tears, God’s tears drowning me in my prayers; while I dance underwater, accumulated rain, through the pain. Inner happiness – what brings a smile when sitting quietly alone in an empty room; this is what I stand to gain in my mind; there’s a perception of precipitation, so I guess I’ll have to be buy an umbrella…..</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIFSpWzG9nTZFFxJtnWgVeRD-zdFN4B5UL9z6CrhhRlA95A7hafh9FtjY0vAXU6ePrgqTqyTwilJ-O5e_iWs2YSJQQIKEVOI3a0rPJsmwNapgVhQAUymnY-nLSPYSEjr-amMdKZB2eSNW/s1600/rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIFSpWzG9nTZFFxJtnWgVeRD-zdFN4B5UL9z6CrhhRlA95A7hafh9FtjY0vAXU6ePrgqTqyTwilJ-O5e_iWs2YSJQQIKEVOI3a0rPJsmwNapgVhQAUymnY-nLSPYSEjr-amMdKZB2eSNW/s320/rain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <br /></span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-24165510363269575432012-11-12T09:53:00.000-06:002012-11-12T09:53:03.895-06:00...To all who have lost a loved one...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VwOjH3KsCA2m0BzKGnJzyNP2Vwoh_ZRHE5ISfXQHDoPMg0xQACTqFbwpYRqsprv-S7aMxV0MCZTmWkogQlRtaA6QvPBhxjcSNRNuXzoNVUmy_xg0nnJZXRj-2H_9GyPcVeiat6ASK6cq/s1600/fearless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VwOjH3KsCA2m0BzKGnJzyNP2Vwoh_ZRHE5ISfXQHDoPMg0xQACTqFbwpYRqsprv-S7aMxV0MCZTmWkogQlRtaA6QvPBhxjcSNRNuXzoNVUmy_xg0nnJZXRj-2H_9GyPcVeiat6ASK6cq/s400/fearless.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> Just like time, this too shall pass. Not the beginning nor the end just the passing; of time side by side life in spite of feeble attempts to prolong and put at bay; To remain alive is what we fight for; Related to time from beginning to end, blood relative not by choice, but by circumstances its cousin’s name is demise; this is existence’s plight. Once you accept death, you're free to live. No longer caring about your reputation. You no longer care, except so far as your life, to be used tactically to promote all that, which you believe in. Only then do you attain a fear for less; for death...</div> <br /> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> Be Fearless…of the dark; storms on the horizon; impending things with no names and no substance just the same. Imagined, created with acceptance. Stop owning the emotional bruises not by your own demise but by those cowards using co_words, with unsheathed tongues flailing about, flinging conjecture, hear-say here and there is what they spout, from that spicket <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>between their ears;</div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> only because they care_less dispite what they never knowing how to be fearless…</div> </div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-35577303147211265312012-11-10T09:56:00.000-06:002012-11-10T09:56:17.524-06:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_wrACPVzIuP40PeOn9yDUDgoV3s7FQEe4am2dvMXjAwI_0Jxwxw53aaAtqBPxd7oXdIJEVUDRfm1LM8DI0uWCUQdbF-gCX16owFEvk6u9v4xyp1LQPZEAVYiD0wKrr2kiFLQsKiPxbCn/s1600/Past+love1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE_wrACPVzIuP40PeOn9yDUDgoV3s7FQEe4am2dvMXjAwI_0Jxwxw53aaAtqBPxd7oXdIJEVUDRfm1LM8DI0uWCUQdbF-gCX16owFEvk6u9v4xyp1LQPZEAVYiD0wKrr2kiFLQsKiPxbCn/s400/Past+love1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 24pt;">Where they were....<o:p></o:p></span></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <o:p> </o:p>...is where I been; revisiting the past now and then</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> looking back on time; only for it to pass me by</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> watching, wondering, pondering.....why</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> I let such beauty; yes you and I; leave me reminiscin’</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> moments in time echoing in my heart;</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>damn I miss them where should I begin<o:p></o:p></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> Where they were...<o:p></o:p></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> ...is where I begin; still wanting them now and then</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> looking back on time; no longer needed;</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> because time stands still waiting to be greeted</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> by love we started but never finished; no more need to be reminiscent<o:p></o:p></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> Where they were...<o:p></o:p></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> ...is where I wanted to be; past mistakes made regrettably</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> the hands of time which stole from us; now works for us remarkably</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> Our hand moved by minutes of the second hand; dealt to us</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> a "Life Transplant" is what we call it...</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> I'm the donor and you're the recipient.<o:p></o:p></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> Where they were<o:p></o:p></div> <br /> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> ...no longer a concern</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> where we are...to be; is up to you and me</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> a passion thought extinguished still burns</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> hotter than before; our essence; our love, eternally</div> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-align: center; text-indent: -0.5in;"> is where they are…to be!<o:p></o:p></div> </div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-81363881810006687152011-11-27T16:00:00.001-06:002011-11-27T16:10:09.987-06:00Drunk Love (A drunken tongue speaking a sober mind)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CYG2VNMGtwQJiwDxhVBgxdu87KA5avuReOh1un2MU9xU0Jl04rUjxgNlP91iM-n4IOdjzJ4qyazssdoqIH13HZYIGpMh9qQp7JVfOi-1bkgNoh09NHIZ4khEQv_v0IH_Q0FHzNcNFgG8/s1600/drunk+love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CYG2VNMGtwQJiwDxhVBgxdu87KA5avuReOh1un2MU9xU0Jl04rUjxgNlP91iM-n4IOdjzJ4qyazssdoqIH13HZYIGpMh9qQp7JVfOi-1bkgNoh09NHIZ4khEQv_v0IH_Q0FHzNcNFgG8/s400/drunk+love.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <div class="actorDescription actorName" data-ft="{"type":2}"> <span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size: large;">Falling in love is what I fear as I stare into your face the lust builds as I hesitate thinking “what the hell…” this feeling I can’t expel as it swells for this moment damn the torment as you entice me; words unknown to you my reaction you view and skew to your own interpretation damn the sensation my heart palpitation got me envisioning revelations of temptations that I try to resist; but still you insist, in as much as I struggle I still can’t resist you the tempest my soul doomed eternally the love/lust I’m engulfed! Thought of a person in lust while drunk.</span></span></div> <div class="actorDescription actorName" data-ft="{"type":2}"> <span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"></span> </div> </div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-6368692357737391992011-06-09T00:35:00.001-05:002011-09-09T15:01:23.225-05:00E.N.A.M.O.R.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIv8F_48qfGQghK1zVHPzEbRr0XhfV4NN9hG615mutLuDLt43pbrNj2xdAYzx5fsDzvkHD4G1UtShe4OaTfLzFp3lIoVFJzt6iU56OxR1aNWkjZWBbHTpcn8YzKOhAt0VAU9L8J9euDhA/s1600/enamor23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIv8F_48qfGQghK1zVHPzEbRr0XhfV4NN9hG615mutLuDLt43pbrNj2xdAYzx5fsDzvkHD4G1UtShe4OaTfLzFp3lIoVFJzt6iU56OxR1aNWkjZWBbHTpcn8YzKOhAt0VAU9L8J9euDhA/s320/enamor23.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <br /></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 26pt;">E.N.A.M.O.R.<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">E</span></b> ver so gently you touched my heart</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">N</span></b> ever ending love you accentuate; my soul you penetrate</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">A</span></b> uspiciously you conquered my mind; that was just the beginning</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">M</span></b> assaging my ego; enticing me ever so; now I anticipate</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">O</span></b> nce only a dream; with hopes of bringing to life it’s meaning</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">R</span></b> apport I have unmatched with mi amore; with you I’m so…</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <script src="flashobject.js" type="text/javascript"> </script><br /> <br /> <br /> <script type="text/javascript"> var fo = new FlashObject("i_like_you_3.swf", "animationName", "800", "600", "8", "#000000"); fo.addParam("allowScriptAccess", "sameDomain"); fo.addParam("quality", "high"); fo.addParam("scale", "scale"); fo.addParam("loop", "false"); fo.write("flashcontent"); </script></div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-53592557452483799432011-06-07T19:52:00.000-05:002011-06-07T19:52:26.155-05:00Fast Food LoveThey thought they knew me; so they drew me on their heart, a canvas I tore apart, ripped to shreds leaving there hearts for dead<br /> On my feet is where I need to be not in a relationship<br /> Oxygen you offer me; life<br /> Carbon dioxide is all I receive; death nothing but strife<br /> Northern star what’s needed; to guide<br /> Support not emotional/sexual consort<br /> Role play is what they insist; displaying “I'm Not like the rest But still selfish needs bare root; while searching for truth<br /> Listening to the love they confess; watching lies<br /> In the process believing what we want and not what’s experienced.<br /> Damaged goods - once optimistic now pessimistic.<br /> You see me for who I was to be-for you, never for who will I be-for me and after you. Through loquacious and invidious words masquerading, entertaining visual acuities; it’s a pity, vision obscured by fog and mist….damn the vision lost. Feeling like the wind in my face as I piss.<br /> <br /> I am what you miss in a listless state; of mind crowed<br /> But sublime innuendo of life as it should be and not as it could be.<br /> For this reason only you are lonely in dismay of life; now served your way…fast food style!Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-78010282699098252102011-04-07T03:38:00.000-05:002011-09-09T15:01:36.617-05:00Human Nature<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> You’re human first then everything else second, as much as you try it’s difficult to stay the course<br /> Even with Jesus at the helm and God as captain<br /> You still follow your beliefs misconstrued; by your life you still believe to be certain…<br /> <br /> Your life as a singularity, with out clarity as to why you live, only to take and expect; never to give!<br /> What was given to you whether out of love or by mistake, your life; the question still remains, of this, what did you make? Besides excuses of “why not(s)” and “can’t(s)” only to draw on where you came from; your parents.<br /> <br /> Such narrow thoughts don’t seem so odd, when all we have to do is trust in God,<br /> Then blame Satin, of the two we’ve never seen; belief is what this remains…belief is what it means…<br /> Yet in still what we can’t comprehend/explain, we come to blame on one or the other…<br /> Why bother, when our own facilities over ride the innate essence that contains the truth that we ignore<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_TZW2UxK4xg9IdVCwrjE5ESIKDzcSQGMEqOGO_3KQ4teZ-UplAqH7wNS_Y4Rq6r7IUQsEPRK1dRCFwKaRpDQ46peIYnyiLd7Pf6X3mR6OHTcLDnCXjayYq_8CRY87IbESkSY6vpQmTzfM/s1600/humannature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_TZW2UxK4xg9IdVCwrjE5ESIKDzcSQGMEqOGO_3KQ4teZ-UplAqH7wNS_Y4Rq6r7IUQsEPRK1dRCFwKaRpDQ46peIYnyiLd7Pf6X3mR6OHTcLDnCXjayYq_8CRY87IbESkSY6vpQmTzfM/s400/humannature.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> Because we are human first then everything else second….</div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-23429763932241261752010-12-21T09:20:00.000-06:002010-12-21T09:20:58.011-06:00BROKENShards of glass shatter is the life<br /> Battered mirror pieces reflecting<br /> Seven years of tears, fears, with best efforts<br /> Tried to steer clear, swerving and dodging<br /> The pot holes, oh the woes<br /> Of our choices, voices of opinions<br /> Nothing more than… <br /> Pieces of me scattered everywhere<br /> Reflections that stare; fragments laying there<br /> As I’m trapped in my thought; searching for a way out<br /> feeling my way through those dark thoughts, shout<br /> echoes of I told you so; residual dismay lingering<br /> around me, the perpetrators pointing and fingering me<br /> as the scapegoat so they can gloat at me trapped<br /> in my thoughts searching for a way out of…<br /> Here is where I’ve been treading life wading in<br /> My own sin that begun not how I began<br /> But how you began; the start of a fairytale<br /> You bought into a media spin; envisioning<br /> One’s junk as another treasure using your<br /> Stick to measure your own pleaser<br /> While you the hypocrite; grinin and skinin perpetuating<br /> The lies, with cries of injustice inflicted on them.<br /> Not by my hand only their command, words spoken<br /> That leaves others like themselves not whole, just broken.<br /> <div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi16delY8LUXBXKKi7fPfD7Df5pawbgAvRUlEKeNjXE_dTWiwyCps-FAgDwuOIf1mZ7hK7dh5IkStv5lrk9FzYQ1bjHphjSkAN45k-iDo-h0mUM6OBcPmVZjkasm0ooz5DepvuxpFkNDd/s1600/Broken-Doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVi16delY8LUXBXKKi7fPfD7Df5pawbgAvRUlEKeNjXE_dTWiwyCps-FAgDwuOIf1mZ7hK7dh5IkStv5lrk9FzYQ1bjHphjSkAN45k-iDo-h0mUM6OBcPmVZjkasm0ooz5DepvuxpFkNDd/s400/Broken-Doll.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-30931074626557349262010-11-16T02:09:00.001-06:002011-09-09T15:00:31.321-05:00I AM...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIeVW13wgSx-_wVPn0nLzUy7SMu59aCyWsPE9p12YCqb-AKYLW96Zm5eNTLfyJw2A5svnChlkBNkkHCe7jj57rYYgDSgTYWxUjEHgWq99nIaDDVtCtuTOhsWG6sxHo1b_eivO3gQ_2ofb/s1600/Iam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIeVW13wgSx-_wVPn0nLzUy7SMu59aCyWsPE9p12YCqb-AKYLW96Zm5eNTLfyJw2A5svnChlkBNkkHCe7jj57rYYgDSgTYWxUjEHgWq99nIaDDVtCtuTOhsWG6sxHo1b_eivO3gQ_2ofb/s400/Iam.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> <br /> I am…<br /> <br /> The one; your sun that lights up<br /> The day that just shines on you; until…<br /> The nights; back drop to stars guide you to…<br /> The love you want; but couldn’t weather<br /> The trials of life, weathered, beaten into…<br /> The soil that’s been spoiled; expectin it to bring forth<br /> The life given freely; spent selfishly, what a pity<br /> The love you want; sands on the beach countless they are<br /> The infinite measure of pleasure; so you go without<br /> The whisper in the night (I love you); enticing you not to fight<br /> The feeling you been craving; just wanting to be…<br /> The key strokes; that stokes the fire burning within<br /> The fantasies hidden; you been fearing giving<br /> The love once marred, scared bared from<br /> The entitlements of your desires you have had<br /> The pleasure of experiencing; unconditionally<br /> The love of a man…I am</div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-77846222575106111142010-09-28T12:28:00.000-05:002010-09-28T12:28:36.404-05:00In GOD's Hands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwID2p6fHoSOaSjmfxk113mr-K4JO4PtYTqrKc65rCJEjWoMHa0fxlN9CMjfkWtTz3IjvwxXj7M-Bo1iBepZBhhEJ_vG_MtMKQBHl-FKPmW-9gnC19FJZIDKJLGFNaecC_j3E-2XyaRWb/s1600/psalm23_website_home2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwID2p6fHoSOaSjmfxk113mr-K4JO4PtYTqrKc65rCJEjWoMHa0fxlN9CMjfkWtTz3IjvwxXj7M-Bo1iBepZBhhEJ_vG_MtMKQBHl-FKPmW-9gnC19FJZIDKJLGFNaecC_j3E-2XyaRWb/s400/psalm23_website_home2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /> ...Is where I put my faith, hopes, dreams, and all that I am; so…<br /> When I’m at my wit’s end; I put it in God’s hands<br /> When I don’t feel like helping a friend; I put it in God’s hands<br /> I mean, I do what I can, and can barely deal with my own, that’s why I put it in God’s hands.<br /> <br /> My neighbor in need isn’t a friend in deed; because from what I see they never helped me so why even bother to help my fellow man…I put it in God’s hands.<br /> <br /> Plus I’ve been burned before helping folks that come to my door…yeah, yeah, yeah… I know I’m not supposed to keep score. But I’m only human; made of the flesh, born to be selfish…that’s why I’m not perfect I guess. I’m just a man…so that’s why I leave things in God’s hands<br /> <br /> …When sick as a dog and can’t stand<br /> …Or don’t want to go out my way when I can<br /> …If it inconvenience me and my plans<br /> …Or when placed upon me, too many demands<br /> …Or when I just feel as though its outta my hands...I put it in God’s hands<br /> <br /> Man-kind I once thought to be an oxymoron but now I understand because all we have to do is nothing but, leave it in God’s hands…Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-54899805452487049832010-09-23T00:18:00.003-05:002010-09-23T00:25:20.697-05:00I Love You Not...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXuDGKGm00ahtlnJOdIM847UEY5JpPn0aCg1FExFCYWv1DfUZi8IfIhOcp29-1e1kx1FwDm9BzJzMuDs88w9hV_Y3YFaEYaAoaCSNJMIHOZklFK5_XWlAWJCB-xbxk42SIRtyG3BeXBt-/s1600/Iloveyounot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXuDGKGm00ahtlnJOdIM847UEY5JpPn0aCg1FExFCYWv1DfUZi8IfIhOcp29-1e1kx1FwDm9BzJzMuDs88w9hV_Y3YFaEYaAoaCSNJMIHOZklFK5_XWlAWJCB-xbxk42SIRtyG3BeXBt-/s320/Iloveyounot.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /> I love you not…<br /> Because your hearts’ so true but because you’re my sunset I will love you not because of what you do; I enamored by you because you’re my rising sun on a new day the second chance to a new way; of life. Melody in my heart; you the words to my music, loves’ ecstasy. What can I say it’s in the way you look at me; wondering what do you see.<br /> <br /> Atop the mountain for miles I see, from this peak I speak my love for thee. It echos in the heavens like you do in my heart. Clouds give way to your rays of love feeding life to my soul making each day whole; it never ceases only increases my devotion to such notions like;<br /> <br /> Walks on the beach hand in hand<br /> Pillow fights in the sand<br /> Breakfast in bed; desert where we stand<br /> Trips unplanned to places so grand<br /> But the biggest notion of all I dare to be your man<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The feeling is mutual, I’m sure of that. Only because you’re sitting there reading this smiling right back. But I realize I’m not the one for you, oh…don’t think I didn’t get a clue. ‘Cause if I was, there’d be no hesitation. You and I both know it’s not about the situation, not location so you say; but the “money” to my dismay…can’t escape the innate desire in times of need only “money” inspires. Those liars of the heart; who want a life more than love, will never experience love more than life is what I was taught…so that’s why I love you not…</div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-62377993193747066702010-08-10T22:28:00.000-05:002011-09-09T15:02:22.684-05:00Thing called Satisfaction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> It’s like that thing that happens after the fact<br /> Not before; did we think before we act<br /> Not before the fall; but, after all, what sense<br /> Would that make; then there’d be no consequence<br /> To this life spent acting without conscience<br /> <br /> Twisted is the maze got me wanting to blaze<br /> Up in smoke, my life dreams, emotional kindling<br /> Setting me a fire, roasting my heart burning my soul<br /> Dammit this shit takes a toll on my wallet taxin my mind<br /> Putting in my two cents, although nothing but chump change<br /> Left for me to spend, but the chump change is better than<br /> No change; or stagnated with dogmatic approaches<br /> Never pragmatic is the a dogma that coaches the masses<br /> How long will this shit last I ask.<br /> <br /> Silent mouths of a mime, pictionaries contrary to the mind<br /> Drawn by life makes me weary of spoken words and silent actions<br /> I'd prefer silent words with spoken actions that prevoke reactions<br /> by invoking the power of attraction…still searching life for<br /> Some, not a lot, just a little guaranteed satisfaction…<br /> <a href="http://www.chocolatemintsinajar.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/satisfaction.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" mx="true" src="http://www.chocolatemintsinajar.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/satisfaction.gif" width="320" /></a></div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-75181015018157804232010-08-10T21:58:00.003-05:002010-09-23T01:44:25.765-05:00Dinner For Two<div style="text-align: left;">The anticipation is what drives me crazy, thoughts</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rolling around in my mind, you amaze me; caught</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the moment; between ready to order and pass the salt</div><div style="text-align: left;">Never expecting my soul to be blazing; no need to put it out</div><div style="text-align: left;">And extinguish what you started; yeah it’s your fault…lol</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Eventually, indelibly this came to be, unbeknown to me</div><div style="text-align: left;">And her if I can presume as much; nah I’m trippin, need to shut up</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thinkin to far ahead even back then in my head, when</div><div style="text-align: left;">On the stairs I seen her, everything a blurr but,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not her, crystal clear my view, there me and you; Dinner for two!<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVt7nqcGGMmt0o1bvmKuWBlwKqGKdcrBP5ZNwVuipvmgK-gLb2w2w3hKfui8BDES1Fxmy4lmCLc8HTMJWOpw04EPZjDhB7B9CCsjQQipsgOOQSIwUID0QhmgpUGZHT1oVZWHSNZljqL7ES/s1600/197.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVt7nqcGGMmt0o1bvmKuWBlwKqGKdcrBP5ZNwVuipvmgK-gLb2w2w3hKfui8BDES1Fxmy4lmCLc8HTMJWOpw04EPZjDhB7B9CCsjQQipsgOOQSIwUID0QhmgpUGZHT1oVZWHSNZljqL7ES/s320/197.png" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /> </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-27869117241541988922010-07-29T00:43:00.001-05:002010-08-10T21:59:35.287-05:00Homie, Lover, FriendThat’s what you are; no matter where you are<br /> Whether near or far; you are…<br /> Hell when you piss me off<br /> You don’t realize you’re getting me off<br /> With your state of mind when we fought<br /> And laugh at how silly we are in our thoughts<br /> <br /> When we relate in conversation isn’t it amazing<br /> How we get it without the details of explaining<br /> Over and over with metaphors or conjectures<br /> We explore life together through dialogue and more<br /> With laughter in between the cryin, sighin,<br /> While tryin to make sense of this dense life<br /> You and I defy the nonsense with our common sense<br /> Hence those who know us hate us because they ain’t us<br /> But trust they wish to be all they can’t be like we<br /> Because what they can’t see within hating our silly grin<br /> What it is to be Homie Lover Friends….<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-SV_nF9nBI3LvYIHfiu0Q02zfi4QPbyy-itue7Fc3wguIlZNyttDay-AJfpPswfsXLsVgbJFBljFggBw46rHVBFm-y5xbw3gwHArva4u72o_59omWoeR8m1IjyuQTXdSjwqtjUGo1GxZ/s1600/relationship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-SV_nF9nBI3LvYIHfiu0Q02zfi4QPbyy-itue7Fc3wguIlZNyttDay-AJfpPswfsXLsVgbJFBljFggBw46rHVBFm-y5xbw3gwHArva4u72o_59omWoeR8m1IjyuQTXdSjwqtjUGo1GxZ/s320/relationship.jpg" /></a></div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-53120295951351008242010-06-30T01:56:00.000-05:002010-06-30T01:56:47.441-05:00Daddy’s Lil Girl<div style="text-align: center;">Once cherished and held to such high esteem</div><div style="text-align: center;">My lil princess; embodied my life dreams</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I thought</div><div style="text-align: center;">I forget embodied she is; independent</div><div style="text-align: center;">The life I cherish; but I’m just a step-parent</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not biological, so its logical</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not my life dreams she embodies</div><div style="text-align: center;">But her own and now she’s grown</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acting like the think she knows</div><div style="text-align: center;">It’s shows in choices she makes in her life</div><div style="text-align: center;">following her desires; nolonger heeding advice</div><div style="text-align: center;">And now regrets are a mother%$#</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can’t take back what’s said; games over</div><div style="text-align: center;">You got what you wanted so you think</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now it seems you lost everything in a blink</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of a teary eyed man jdad it’s sad to imagine</div><div style="text-align: center;">All that’s left of his world is memories of Daddy’s Lil Girl…</div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.livescience.com/images/womanhood_unfinished.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://i.livescience.com/images/womanhood_unfinished.jpg" width="189" /></a></div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-62710389617913418842010-06-24T14:48:00.001-05:002010-06-24T14:49:26.481-05:00Divine<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Divine</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Throughout this life of mine</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">there's beauty in everything I find</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">but then there's this image in my mind</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">that none can define, an essence so divine</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">your seduction, so subtle and sublime</div><div style="text-align: center;">not seen with the eye; felt in your presence as though I was blind</div><div style="text-align: center;">those with visual desires; they seek only to acquire for a time</div><div style="text-align: center;">but as for I; my blind eye; turned inner vision</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching you stroll; in and out of my dreams causing such cataclysms</div><div style="text-align: center;">mentally emotionally; all I can do is drool; lost in a daze</div><div style="text-align: center;">deer in the headlight gaze at you; got me all crazed</div><div style="text-align: center;">my love; since then you know when;</div><div style="text-align: center;">till the time the world ends even then</div><div style="text-align: center;">beyond that my friend...till eternity's end...</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are so divine</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">by Jelaco</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/q5XUFAo2uYro*2arhrU9gROjETYnko1uHTBOBdEV0U4mk6VgO9BaPPUjO3ezbA*7hYptSsE*6p1Cf7P4Yx72BMqesPZo4jNl/EmbraceLineart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://c2.api.ning.com/files/q5XUFAo2uYro*2arhrU9gROjETYnko1uHTBOBdEV0U4mk6VgO9BaPPUjO3ezbA*7hYptSsE*6p1Cf7P4Yx72BMqesPZo4jNl/EmbraceLineart.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /> </div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-22620415627080590132010-06-06T00:11:00.000-05:002011-09-09T15:02:05.744-05:00Staring At the Wall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div style="text-align: center;"> STARING AT THE WALL</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> As I sit here motionless; staring at the wall</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I’m moved by her moans, groans;</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Tones, into a seductive state of emotions</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> As I escalate to a erect state; my mind can’t escape</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The nightly dreams of a waking state…</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> All I can do is wait, anticipate what I fantasize</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> With her, damn man, it’s killing me; all I can do is anticipate</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> As I sit here, alone listening to the…</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Silence solid like ice; transparent to the ear</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> cracked by the vocal passion; of her screams in tears</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> of joy and ecstasy as her climax draws near</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> all I can do is sit here</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> damn I wish it was me in there</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> but at the wall I sit stare</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> imagining what I would never dare…</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to take the leap of faith; cause I hesitate just in case</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> not the right time or the place to throw my hat into the race</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for my pole position, in her place</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> given the situation; damn the complication</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> of wanting, desiring, yearning to be the one</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> second to none, but still coming up third</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> phuk it’s absurd, for my feeling s to be curbed</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I must be out of my head; or mind while stuck</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> On stupid like chuck; what the phuk…I’m trippin</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Wishin it was me instead of him mixing emotions</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> With flesh…maybe it’s destiny I guess</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> To be a friend at best…lmao…what a mess</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Maybe I should give up on it all, cause</div> <div style="border: currentColor; text-align: center;"> I’m lost to it all; sitting here staring at the wall...</div> <div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://pxlstylee.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/staring-at-the-wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="265" src="http://pxlstylee.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/staring-at-the-wall.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> </div> Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-44110590132225225282010-05-25T03:41:00.003-05:002010-05-25T03:47:27.018-05:00Destiny: Life<style>  </style> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoM8eowFBticCxJKdARmTPQ0L30fVZikZviWEHLS8IHvcofstMFIjNclW-Ox-2woMgYFP5XTPP0ngkEpA1VV8vGnRQZx_STqgxImGDUCQV96V281jZOmmWcbN0-uw1C3xRYZpb8xmetoN/s1600/destiny_life_cover_cropped_op_800x462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoM8eowFBticCxJKdARmTPQ0L30fVZikZviWEHLS8IHvcofstMFIjNclW-Ox-2woMgYFP5XTPP0ngkEpA1VV8vGnRQZx_STqgxImGDUCQV96V281jZOmmWcbN0-uw1C3xRYZpb8xmetoN/s400/destiny_life_cover_cropped_op_800x462.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Monotype Corsiva"; font-size: 36pt;">Destiny: Life<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I sit and ponder about things and wonder</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">When the sun rises, does it rise for me</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">To show me the beauty of my life; I wonder</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Night stars a guiding light in darkness for I to see</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">This map of the universe; oh the days I curse</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Lost in it’s eternity; because this map I can’t read</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Missing the signs leading me back to the source</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">A life with you; how I should proceed</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">With the bumps in life’s road; causing me to fail</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">to be like the blind; who read life not with eyes</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">but with what they feel; like reading brail</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">only then can I prevail with everything I try</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Trusting what I touch; believing what I feel</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">For; if common sense was just that</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Common; then all life luster lost, with no appeal</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">This life to offer, nothing dynamic only static</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I sit and ponder about things and wonder</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">When the sun rises, does it rise for me</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">To show me the beauty of my life; I wonder</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Night stars a guiding light in darkness for me to see..<br /> by Jelaco</div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-72576443540466968522010-05-07T20:16:00.001-05:002010-05-25T03:47:57.942-05:00Life Cycles<a href="http://freethoughtfortwayne.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/happynewyear1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://freethoughtfortwayne.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/happynewyear1.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /></a><br /> At age 5 everything was why<br /> At 10 sought knowledge often<br /> At 15 I knew everything it seemed<br /> At 25 for parties I strive<br /> At 40 nolonger 30 so it seems<br /> At 55 life's lesson I now comprehend<br /> At 65 try to pass on knowledge gained; <br /> in vain to the youth but they know it all so it seems...Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-71557323140298029452010-04-01T23:04:00.004-05:002010-04-18T22:22:32.178-05:00H.A.T.R.E.D.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>H</strong> aving lost reason to emotion morphing</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>A</strong> nd resorting to a primitive state spewing</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>T</strong> houghts in ignorance no knowledge gained</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>R</strong> egrettable our actions causes such pain</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>E</strong> ndures on until love prevails and spreads;</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>D</strong> evouring the monster called…</div><br /> <div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWau9UNBFPLDt6L0O7CxZQ2k4Mhw8ETKWuWeywjMuDO_efcYKrKgjfRa36LJPdPbz07d7YRmJMUj2ZmQxUMLsrtJazJGTNrx2Q2A_fyy_GNPdXziUgPl6amGa2WY-afvevjfwQifWjx7r/s1600/Hate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWau9UNBFPLDt6L0O7CxZQ2k4Mhw8ETKWuWeywjMuDO_efcYKrKgjfRa36LJPdPbz07d7YRmJMUj2ZmQxUMLsrtJazJGTNrx2Q2A_fyy_GNPdXziUgPl6amGa2WY-afvevjfwQifWjx7r/s320/Hate.jpg" /></a></div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-72937185900207231562010-03-12T20:36:00.003-06:002010-03-12T20:42:14.832-06:00I Embrace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/s/schiele/embrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/s/schiele/embrace.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I Embrace</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">…your hand, your heart, your love</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is what I embrace; with thoughts</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Long but never forgotten, remembered</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not in his-story, but ms-story; the memory</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I steal away in a crowded room amidst company</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Unsuspecting thoughts lingering in the air</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chasing away my despair, knowing you’re there</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here with me as I sleep and weep</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thoughts of you into my dreams they creep</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the middle of the night soothing me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dawn’s sunlight smiles on me a new day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No more tears, and that’s my reason why</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mi fe give yuh love to the day I die.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">by Jelaco</span></div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-52556991537593731192010-03-09T11:53:00.002-06:002010-03-12T20:42:48.472-06:00Mental Warfare<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWa0sRmchW2g2D6Av7MSFS94Wm-HYlJrIrDA6EppaNoJdQ3tyYfoph7PvyUYFY6YiqB19SSaoPjpwWlMAca0TpiY3JQtOVqxBjSewHDVqP9kg0V6bheRYa0CaGJHntED6uLjwF-nCI-Hc/s1600-h/cimetierre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTWa0sRmchW2g2D6Av7MSFS94Wm-HYlJrIrDA6EppaNoJdQ3tyYfoph7PvyUYFY6YiqB19SSaoPjpwWlMAca0TpiY3JQtOVqxBjSewHDVqP9kg0V6bheRYa0CaGJHntED6uLjwF-nCI-Hc/s400/cimetierre.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am what my mind tells me I am</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not what they say I am; perceptions</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conceptions; pieced together this being</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thoughts of others I’m not; rejections</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of their thoughts; the creation of me being</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">fantasies formed from images sounds and touch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">That by osmosis they come to act upon as such</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Making it their reality conscientiously or not.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Such arrogance they never thought</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">so it’s mental warfare that’s fought</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">over this state we create in our mind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">not in our heart; emotionally blind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">mentally deceived; no longer to reality we cleave</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">but to the imagination we create</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">not a state of mind but a state of being</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">never consulting our heart/soul as to life’s meaning.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> by Jelaco</div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-7814630480255468922010-03-09T00:00:00.002-06:002010-05-25T03:48:29.605-05:00A LiL Tea Pot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.foundationnews.org/files/1tempest_200311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="http://www.foundationnews.org/files/1tempest_200311.jpg" /></a></div>I'm a little tea pot, here's my handle here's my spout..<br /> I’ve guarded my heart because from the start<br /> I’ve been let down; since I was knee high to my grandpa<br /> Rest his soul, him and my grandma bless her heart<br /> My values and spiritual awareness they instilled in me<br /> Keeping me grounded even a whipping if need be<br /> <br /> But through this life as I moved place to place<br /> friendly faces they imitate what we seek to create<br /> in our lives what we believe to be true<br /> not with our mind; but our hearts we build upon<br /> this is where we start to go wrong ending up<br /> with the same old song. Instead of learning from the past<br /> and applying it to the new; what do we do<br /> We live our linear life perpetually; never growing or expanding<br /> To infinity and beyond lol; instead we wish for a magic wand<br /> To wave and shake at those that would make us angry and vex<br /> Because of our own mistakes we make<br /> idiosyncrasies that’s kept us from our potential; waiting on others intuition to guide us through our mess; someone’s gotta help I guess……<br /> <br /> Someone said to ask God’s forgiveness…for my sins<br /> LMAO…where should I begin? Born into sin the hand I was dealt<br /> Forget his forgiveness; what’s needed is really his help<br /> With what I can’t foresee to be for me eternally; Not to sin<br /> But then again, who am I foolin<br /> Life without him; spent wheeling and dealing<br /> with barters and traders, of emotions and love<br /> till the kettles boils and whistles on the stove.<br /> I’m a little tea pot, here’s my handle here’s my spout…Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979789410796847813.post-59215344384530241262010-02-15T23:12:00.004-06:002010-02-15T23:17:03.899-06:00Addictive Behavior<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.compulsivenomorestop.com/images/image004.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="314" src="http://www.compulsivenomorestop.com/images/image004.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Addictive Behavior</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Is what we savor because that’s all we know</div><div style="text-align: center;">as we grew and into this life we go; our wheels we spin</div><div style="text-align: center;">never understanding the “Family Of Origin”; all the while</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lost Child; Keeping a low profile</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being Dependent; is how we’re most content</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or a Chief Enabler; - For those around us; making it better</div><div style="text-align: center;">A Family Hero; perfectionist never to be the zero</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Scape Goat; the load we always tote</div><div style="text-align: center;">A Mascot; never taken seriously cause with the jokes we never stop</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which part are you, in this family tree? The root, trunk, branch, or leaf, no matter your part; with you is where it starts you best believe</div><div style="text-align: center;">By beginning to see; with your mind’s eye; D.E.N.I.A.L.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Doesn’t Even Notice It’s A Lie)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then you begin to ask yourself why this addictive behavior I savor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">But why ask why when you D.E.N.Y. (Don’t Even Notice Yet)</div><div style="text-align: center;">How soon you forget</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the signs in the road that says “I told you so”</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet and still we go of the beaten path with holes in our shoes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hearts minds and souls bruised from Addictive Behavior you choose.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then complain about the heartache/pain in your feet, back, neck.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We just laugh at you and say “what the heck;” did you expect</div><div style="text-align: center;">when you continually favor your Addictive Behavior!</div>Jelacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352915091097462013noreply@blogger.com1