these words

these words
times on the tip of my tongue
they wait
wait to be spilled
as rain would slide down
a roof of tin
or at the back of the
throat
waiting
to be spit

out
as song
from
bird
that;s
taken wing

in a dark corner
of
my
state of mind

hidden

by


reality
or
as
it
seems

in whispers
that
echo
from
places
moments
times

from heart
break
laughter
wanting

these

words

j Sweptson

tales of kites

TALES OF KITES

by jSweptson

i placed my heart within a locked box
Hiding it away in a dark corner of my world
In chance my mind might allow days of yesterday
to wash away
Forgetting the ramblings of my moments of
darkness
A box filled with lifes trinkets
some of glass,sliver gold
peices of string that hung from my soul
like tails of kites that kept me afloat

jSweptson

tears fall

tears fall

by jSweptson

Tears will fall

Before

The Morning

Comes

Fall

Before

The new

Day

tears fall

by jSweptson

Tears will fall

Before

The Morning

Comes

Fall

Before

Separates

From

Night

Fall

Before

The departingjsweptson@tumblr.com

the week in passing

"the week in passing"

by jSweptson

The Week In Passing


This small house becomes much too large when I'm set free to roam about. Its walls seem so far apart. The stair well too deep too high as I climb it. The bed sits there in the corner half made the other half crumpled where I pass the night. Its pillows still sit as if waiting. Waiting for someone to share their space. I still smell the fragrance of the green bottled lotion it lingers in the creases of my mind setting it afloat. That green bottled lotion that someone truly loves. This small house seems to sit in waiting just as the bed waits just as I wait for my loves return.

to close to the skin

"too close to the skin"

by jSweptson

i wear my heart too near the surface
just below the skin it sits
waiting
for the first
slight
waiting for the first
swing
searching for something
anything
to cause a
tare
a cut
sitting there
just out of reach
of my
soul
waiting
waiting

jSweptson

3 in the mornin

3 in the morning

by jSweptson

3 in the morning
its
3 in the morning
blue light
From the pod charger
Fills the room
Lately
Its become the norm
To lay awake
In these early
Morning hours
words
banging
round inside
my brain
as rocks
in a
can
of
tin
words
pop
pop
popping
like popcorn
in a
microwave
need to throw
back
nights covers
pull my
duff
outa bed
take out
pen and
paper
release
the words
from
inside
my
head
damn
its 530
in the morning
jSweptson

merica

merica

by jSweptson

merica
land of  
greedy
corporations
home of
i got mine
you
get
yours
merica
where
some
live in big houses
that
climb
to
the skies
still others live
in  getto's
where some drive
around
in cars
that need
their own
zip code
america
we got
neimanmarcus
gucci
saks
chanel, dior
some
do
their
shopping
in
the
5 and dime
next
door
merica
its own
worst enemy
for its
destroyed
more
than
it
will
ever
be

jSweptson

out on the streets

"out on the streets"

by jSweptson

saw you out
on
the street's
today
rain
pouring down
your umbrella
long since its
day
but
i
had places
to be
as
i
hurried on
my way
saw you
down the alley
of that
famous
little diner
as you
busily
dug
though
the trash
appearing
to be
caught up
in your
little
chore
me
much to late
my latte
getting cold
saw you
today
on the
information
tube
you and all
those others
some
said
in the distance
bombs
were falling
but
so little
i could do
i'm
just too
far away
you were out
on the highway
the one
beside
the mall
holding out
your little
sign of
cardboard
i know
not what
it read
for
i had cash
in my pockets
i was
on
my way
to spend
so as you knock
on that
door
to my
glassed in
little world
its
not
that i don't
notice
but
i
can't
just let
you
in

jSweptson

Feb 25

forgive

forgive

by jSweptson

forgive me
i
was not
there
when
you most
needed me
when
in
the
dark of night
monsters
beneath
your
bed
i
was
not there
to
scare
them
all away
not
there
when
you
fought
off
the bullies
coming
home
with
your first
black-eye
when
you
need me
the most
i
wasn't there
when you
kissed
that
first girl
there
were
questions
that needed
answers
times
you needed
advice
when
no matter
where
you turned
there
was none
forgive me
although
you are
somewhere
in
my
imagination
and simply
what if
i
find myself
at times
still asking
and
asking
forgive

jSweptson

although i knew at the age of 20 i was not parent material like most i wonder. so this is to the child i never had and to all those children that have been forgotten.

Feb 27

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the hour

The hour once again has slipped my grasp. I recall when time was at a premium like an ocean never ending. Now I count the days as a miser would sitting in the corner of my little world as the hours drop one by one into my little bag of life.This early morning finds my coffee cup sitting waiting for me to take a final sip before my day begins. Already the sounds of the awaken earth rumbles outside my door. As the world as I know it presses down on the pedal. Much has changed in the past year. Things that I had always taken for granted have fallen short. Not sure if I thought they would always be there but did think that they would be within my grasp. Though I am far from an exclusive member of that club and the membership grows ever so rapidly.For the most part I, We are to blame for the road that lies before us.All feeding at the trough of greed. While all did not take part most did. Feeding on the plenty disregarding the less fortunate

tears

""tears""

all too often i shed
a
few

felt them run down my cheeks

caused

tears to fall

felt
their pain
tasted
their despair

tears
caused
by
heart

break

tears

caused by
anger

tears
caused
by
ignorance

j Swepston

these words

these words

times on the tip of my tongue
they wait
wait to be spilled
as rain would slide down
a roof of tin

or at the back of the
throat
waiting
to be spit
out
as song
from
bird
that;s
taken wing

in a dark corner
of
my
state of mind

hidden

by


reality
or
as
it
seems

in whispers
that
echo
from
places
moments
times

from heart
break
laughter
wanting

these

words

j Sweptson

OUR DREAMS

WE LIVE IN A PLACE

OF LIMBO

OUT HERE
 PERCHED

ON THE

EDGE

JUST

A

STEP

BEYOND REALITY

ON THAT
THIN
RAZORS
 EDGE

OF

DREAMS

DREAMS
THAT

FAN

THE

FLAMES

OF

OUR

DESIRES
JUST ONE STEP
BEYOND

REALITY
THAT'S

OBSCURED

BY
OUR
FLAMING
DESIRES

j SWEPTSON

Light In The Dark Of Night"






In time before midnight I quitely slip into our bedroom hoping not to awaken you from your early sleep. The room softly lit by the moonlight that's slipped past the drawn shades. Gently pulling back the covers I slip into our warm bed almost as a feather. In the soft light I notice the frame of your face at times I need to as you at times put it just stare. As one would in disbelief. Disbelief that you are really there. In the dim light I notice your hands gentle and warm hands that I so enjoy holding, kissing. I feel your warm body next to mine. Wrapping my arms around you as you breathe in and out in rhythm to mine.Moments as these while you sleep allows our current to mingle our energy to flow from one to the other

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

EARTH WET IN SHADES OF RED

SHADES OF BLACK

VOICES

NOW HEARD

ONLY IN FAINT WHISPER

MUFFLED BY PAIN

BY SUFFERING

ONES EYES

AND EARS

FAR

TOO ACCUSTOMED

TO SUCH

WE TURN

LOOKING FAR BEYOND

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

EARTH BLACKENED BY DEATH

DEALT BY

MANKIND

MEN,WOMEN AND CHILDREN

TOSSED

ASIDE

PILED HIGH

AS ONE MIGHT

STACK WOOD

THEIR VOICES

NOW SILENT

TIL THE BLOOD RUNS DRY

j SWEPTSON

JEWELED RED

SIMPLY A DROP

OF DEW

HANGING

PRECARIOUSLY

ON

THE

EDGE

OF

A

BLADE

OF

GRASS

PRISMED

TO A SHADE OF JEWELED RED

PAINTED

FRESH

WITH

A

SIMPLE

STROKE

OF

MORNINGS

LIGHT

jSweptson