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“we have lift-off”

Posted in jason elijah's poems, Jean Houston with tags on June 8, 2014 by jason elijah

I recently met the most amazing lady, and she inspired these words. Thank you, Jean.

I can feel the light and the wind
moving across bare skin…
and deep inside, a storm is born
of fire and the breath of life
carrying me to the top of a mountain
to see the world that we are in
reshaping all my dreams –
it’s time to begin again

in the end

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , on March 8, 2012 by jason elijah

in the end
the soul appears
before a world
perfectly clear
with eyes that see
and ears that hear
a thousand angels
drawing near
their joyous laughter
fills the sky
we are “us”
no longer “I”
and to the heavens
all ascend
a new beginning
in the end

spilling seeds

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , , on August 16, 2011 by jason elijah

did you forget his name
already they all
become the same
why even learn
if it’s such a struggle
not to burn
why even turn
when the same way
is just too easy
so keep going
is it personal treason
to keep blowing
for no other reason
than to take the seeds
and hold them dear
as no one holds
the ones already here

words like rain

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , on July 19, 2011 by jason elijah

tearing through me
are words
I can’t even hear
or see coming
holding out hands to
take me down
to take us all
around the town
don’t look
in a certain book
to see if this is real
look inside yourself and feel
the earth reach
with arms up to the sky
the wind knows
every word is a lie
to live you must die
to smile you must cry
but words only sound like rain
coming and going
down the drain

bleeding / black holes

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , on July 10, 2011 by jason elijah

“bleeding”

what have you got to show
for it
for yourself
if anything
why show it
why bleed for anyone

halfway there
and stopping
too soon
you fool
just keep going
just be there



“black holes”

eyes
those holes
black holes
never know
when you go there
who is calling to me
who is being me
am I even myself
selfless or selfishly
seeing all things
as myself
through eyes
becoming black holes

the feel box

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , on July 8, 2011 by jason elijah

is it real only to you
is reality
a thing we choose
or sit right down
beside the snake
sit down and just
wait
just wait
for the turning tune
the next phase
of the moon
is it really too soon
to show
to be
to know
to see
a change in me
all these strange things
following
calling
holding on
falling
down so many wells
just wonder if I
can really tell
if it’s real
if we’re healing
completely feeling
anything

both sides are

Posted in jason elijah's poems with tags , , , , , , , on June 19, 2011 by jason elijah

claw?
gnaw?
Saw?
it freaked
me out
shout?
spout?
spraying like
that
we sat
begat?
no, not
that
wanting
and learning
the curse of
yearning
burning?
of course
so easy to tell
there is no Heaven
without a Hell

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