Feed your Mind

Women

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:58:00 +0000

Can honestly say I've never fully understood any woman, that has lived.
What was true yesterday, becomes tomorrows big fib.
I buy footwear of all sizes, but the shoes never seem to fit.
I deduct happiness with a woman, is knowing your living in ignorant bliss.

One

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 15:23:00 +0000

A dozen cracks, chipped away at my only one, once solid heart.
A hundred questions, yet you give me only the one answer.
A thousand tears, all expected to be dried by this one tissue.
Millions of girls, so why did I pick the one, who never saw me as the one?

My Star

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 21:01:00 +0000

My star that twinkles, my moon that shines.
I start a day thinking of you, because your not my usual type.
Part attitude, still sweet. Street wise, with beauty past skin.
My heart skips beats, and my eyes refuse to blink.

I...I..I

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 20:14:00 +0000

I...I..I ask questions for an answer, I'm not sure if I want to hear
I...I..I stutter as I realise you are death, except for my voice in you ear.
I ask if I, could be the guy, to to wake up by your side, to keep you company on lonely night.
I have no idea of her reply, as her words crumbled, as she stared me in my eyes.

"What's mine"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 19:43:00 +0000

I reach for the skies, always aim too high in life.

Even if I nose dive, It's only in order to gain momentum to rise.

I take all I find, even if my path goes off course.

I ask what's mine, only so I can take what's yours.

The Question

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 21:20:00 +0000

I ask the question, knowing what the answer would be.

You say you still love me, then why would you do it to me.

I ask you why, without caring for the next words you say.

You say it will never happen again, but can't tell me why it happened it the first place.

A young girl lost

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 20:14:00 +0000

A young girl lost, on the street wandering, wondering what could have been.
A young girl lost, lays her head never to sleep, though all she can see is her dreams.
A young girl lost, fulfilling fantasies, in a shitty apartment.
A young girl lost, short skirt, tight top, six inch hills, part of the marketing.
A young girl lost, wish she had something other to sell, then her body.
A young girl lost, looking for help in this hell, where sex is the only commodity.
A young girl lost, all because she once tried him, and thought it was love.
A young girl lost, who all days lusts for the sweet touch, to be found in her drug.

Path

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 20:11:00 +0000

Tread your path, but know it's the one you choose.
Paths may cross, but all paths are meant to be walked alone.
So don't waste the walk, enjoy the scenery, as you make your path your own.
Because eventually, there is only one place every path will go.

Sports Love

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 21:24:00 +0000

Still a rookie's swing, stuck on the mound, butterflies flying out my gut.

My heart on a string, yet I'm still asking now if I'll make the cut.

I know I'm not the only name on the draft sheet, but if your nasty, move on past me & treat me harshly.

My perfect game of last week, will be the back pages last story.

Of me a rookie, playing with the pro's a fair match....hardly.

Life's a one way road

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 15:13:00 +0000

Life's a one way road,

But I don't know, which way Im going.

Right or wrong, which one, can really be chosen.

When the future, no ones knows.

I don't know your past, and you can't tell me my future.

I don't know when it all started, I don't know if their is a God or Lucifer.

I've never met them, only heard of them and was told to connect them.

That one started it all and one rebelled and then never sent,

But then started hell.

Maybe sceptle at low times and hard days.

But at times of need, I have prayed.

But I'm not saying I don't believe what I was told.

It is just I was told, not to believe everythin people say.

For Her

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 21:06:00 +0000

I loose my heart, so it may fall into your arms
I'm empty inside, so one day, I can feel only you
I use my imagination, so your already here
I waste a day, a week, a year, so my whole life is not just a waste.

"I tell tall tales"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 21:02:00 +0000

I tell tall tales to get me out of sticky situation.
I'm torn towards two girls, so I present selective information.
Under interrogation, using negotiation because I'm a performer, I'll make a sale soon.
Tell one girl I'm through, other knows no truth, because I'm looking to get out of a corner, in a circle room.

"Designed to find you"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 21:22:00 +0000

I pass my lonely heart, praying your hands will catch.
Into your open arms, and it lands intact.
It skips a beat, as it flies to you and arrives at you.
I hope you keep it, as it was designed to find, only you.

"My Heart on a Chance"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Wed, 15 Jun 2011 20:07:00 +0000

My heart on a chance, it was never a smart wager.
I lost fast, ripped apart, but do I learn from past behaviour.
Never, because if I don't gamble, I can never win.
But I don't know if I can handle, what another rip will do to him

"A Gift"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 22:08:00 +0000

You tell me I can have a gift I never asked for, and I'm not yet ready to receive.
Although it would make my heart soft, baby I'm not ready to plant the seed.
It's always a blessing, but I'm not ready to see the priest.
So I'll tell you my confession, and hope your ears are open to me.

Cards

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 21:28:00 +0000

I take a chance, roll dice for the sixes.
I got a pair in my arms, I want to win the pot with this.
My cards been drawn, queens and I'm not giving them back.
But your torn, your looking for kings, and I'm only Jack.

"Me"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 21:48:00 +0000

I ask for more then what I deserve, so it's no wonder I end up with less.
All I want is to be hers, I got her but I'm filled up with so much stress.
Never want her to leave, until she makes me happy she's gone
Then I miss all those little things, which makes her apart of me, so I can never stay mad for long.

Mine & Your's

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Tue, 31 May 2011 21:19:00 +0000

My time for yours, not guided by the falling sand.

No grain will fall, until I am yours, our ticking touching hands.

Your heart for mine, I would gladly trade.
So if you ask for mine, it would beat your name.

I write

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 30 May 2011 21:10:00 +0000

I write, so you can see through my eyes.
I live, only so I can share my life.
I'll share every detail, to make you feel you were there
As I try to make you smile, but I'm happy to share a tear

Sickness

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Thu, 26 May 2011 18:06:00 +0000

I'm gripped with a sickness, prevention but still no cure.
I ingest in medicine, feeling empty I need to be restored.
You come over to take care of me, but this disease I don't want to hand you.
Taking in my last breaths, I gladly the share air with you, you tell me to toughen up it's only man flu.

"I wanna go home"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Wed, 18 May 2011 20:32:00 +0000

I wanna go home, where I am who I am, and not who they want me to be.
I wanna go home, where I can hold your hand, and not look at who's looking at me.
I wanna go home, I can't wait to embrace, how you show me you got me.
I wanna go home, but I'm faced by the faces, of those who know me but it's not me.

I Just Hope

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Tue, 17 May 2011 19:41:00 +0000

I paint portraits with my words, I just hope you can see me.
I only say what I want to be heard, I just hope you listen to me.
Teaching while I'm trying to learn, I just hope you don't dismiss me.
I'm missing you, forever hurt, now I just hope this is not me.

How my body works

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Mon, 16 May 2011 11:56:00 +0000

A lung breathing in his scent, now heavily disguised.
A stomach digesting all of your lies.
A heart pumping, nothing but regret.
As a mind remembers, all it wishes to forget.

"Devious Deeds"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Sun, 15 May 2011 22:28:00 +0000

I aim to please, in order to receive.
Perform devious deeds, to acquire my needs.
I am no angel, I claim to be no Saint.
But requirements make you, make many mistakes.

‎"I Scream Whispers"

noreply@blogger.com (JJackoM) — Fri, 13 May 2011 23:03:00 +0000

You tell me your feelings, all from one look.
Scan your body, as if im reading, your my yet unopened book.
Dreams and desires, all start to occur.
So I scream whispers, my heart through my words.