knowledge nourish

love gives flow to meridian to hover gifts of nature like snow to where we begin first to passion vitality with what we do removing the curse to fashion blight and fallacy uncovering the myth that love sees through heart bulbing talent to be to start a bubbling of gallant feast knowing the parabolic of love to knowledge and that nourishment is no tease flourishment at sheath liberation rewound and peace

An Ambivalent Ambience

Just another poem found in my book to keep my readers interested in the story line. I've been soooo nervous about the actual sharing of my work, and opening my mind to the world. This whole publishing process is so much more that putting a product on shelves for purchase. It's about closing one book and opening another, yes literally, but in the sense of letting go and realizing self flaws, beauties and making drastic improvements......A similiar feeling of the title of this poem, thats why I chose it to share right now.......

here's "Ambivalent Ambience."


I've been ejected
And all through my body, the pain has errected

I'm stuck in this frame
Where my love is no longer feeling the same
When he looks in my eyes
I'm sure he see's how I've been victimized

Suffering the sting of the swarmed
Just after passion has transformed.
My heart has my mind alarmed...

...and finally my love has been reformed
I hate you
But still I over-rate you
I'll date you...
Yet I hate you,
I know that what I need is anybody that ain't YOU.
Said you love me, so why cain't you?
Did my sexy bait you?
allowing my submission to taint you?
Are these your true colors that currently paint you?
If so, then....I hate you.
BECAUSE YOUR UNGRATEFUL

And me, I'm sunk in a daze
And this is how our now a days be?
Your finished product is rendered at crazy?
When it is your actions that seize to amaze me
I'm on the last petal of daisy.....

And

...."he loves me not"

My temper has grown hot
Where in our timeline did I miss this plot?

And the most real existence within me
Can no longer be

That what I cannot obtain,
has demolished my life with an unforgiving yet beautiful crain

And
I'm stuck in this frame
My tears have yet to burn out this dark flame
Trying to figure where to point blame
I've lost this game.........
THE END


~JaceyStarr

Act of Love

I knew it was time to feed it,
when what I wanted became what I needed.
The desire got me higher......away and above
Immobile and lost...in this noble, state of love.
A strong force pulled me to the center,
Where before I could enter, my mind was inflamed to pass obstruction
Wondering blindly in line of its' seduction....
my beat was tempered in preparation for abduction.
But still externally I feel nothing,
which frightens me, terrifically
because at a nudge...
I may be compelled, to indulge.

What We Wear

magnosticism that overides what be antagonistic bet im cause to kiss them to coincide and set free protagonist metacentric bet its nymphic but just how I meant when I wished it give me lovin' all through your armor I'm encrustin' only plush when its us and what we share a must in what we wear

world

I need you. This is due. Me anew, things accrue. Loves the cue. Her happiness too. For World you are, This place for Starr. Where, could have her mad at me. Motion of anatomy. A manufactured car. Insured to go far. I'll bring you there. People starved to stare. My heart is to wear. Because yes I care. A maternal pair.

fugue

Off beat in percussion, this is no longer a production. I hear me vs me In discussion. An aggressive dual. Opposing a progressive cruel. Warranted and arrested too. For a majestic rule, Winner is replete,while the rest of me deleted. All of whom conceded when the mirror read conceited. A pretty chimera in voices depleted... "I can beat it".

US

Of my dry tears, I've spilled the last quart. Its getting closer to that part. Could stand for a restart, so I'll talk to your heart. Love you blatantly, there's just latency. Extensive dynamics and not mistakenly. For the sake of thee. Even if you raid the "we"... "It" you couldn't take from me. Previously configured to produce matter. Feverously considered to reduce sadder. Then to mitigate like no igneous. To renegade from the friendliest. But there's US to form, reestablish the norm.

captivation

I'm in and I'm out. Zoning in an upward mount. When time has an amount. And space keeps its count. And craze seeks it court. And a cell has its sort. I'm in and I'm out. Oeuvre moneys my bond. But where to I'm vagabond. Reappearance to life is my word. Need a clearance to fly like a bird. Ground found there stands a herd. Sound now my stanzas heard. A blossom of my dirty diction. To want some of my wordy fiction. I flowered my reality into depiction. A devoured lotus. An empowered opus. I'm in and I'm out.

MY promulgation

In the spirit of my mad truth... There can be found the derivatives of my values. Energy past human interference. To last a mood of its appearance. Where beauty lies, Im truly prized. The humanity in lewd sanity. Stereopsis of the soul or heart. Staring eyes of thy solar art. This not secular or irregular, Needless to say more a tertiary finds four.

not impassive

Unfiltered sound to fill the space. An appearing face. Time moves to make the case. With you, with love. With my gift from above. It is not assurance that we lack. Although my path of intuitive has been hacked.

want you

Me and you, prescriptive. And this thing called love Permeable US, descriptive. Firm and above lust, and not predictive. Permanent trust incentive. I want to be yours and then live. With everybody in our business i need closure and not cloture. I need mutual admiration not discreet adulation. Vindication from the asylum of my persuasion. Process of elimination... And Im waitin'

consummation destination

Steady... A plot. Ready Or not. A purgatorial plan for no mans land. This, where I stand Of no bland, til the touch of my hand, a brand Hence the turbulence. There where love salubriously wins. Even to tear a story of territory.To illuminate Or animate what is ruminate. The torn doesn't seperate the foreign. And still carnal, theres a taste that cant be erased.

diminution

Question My sanity? Something must be missing. Me not who I plan to be. Us no longer kissing. No longer do i laugh. I'm all gone, or Whole descends to half. Required restitution. Without cognitive destitution. Diminution. She cant leave me.

Excerpt from my book

Continuity
Life takes me around
up and down, I'm hardly ever on the ground
I'm inconclusively sky bound
I see clouds and now my mind is found
A life hound
But in life I drown
I'm consumed in consumption
And materials begin erruptin'
I'm stuck
Outta luck
I'm like the devil's sittin duck
Temptations have officially errupted
and now my creative has been corrupted.
Flashing lights
highlight all the days and all my ex-nights
Not yet dead...my life fights
And in blankness, I surrender all my rights
I hope I'm right and not wrong
Finally the ending ripple of the gong
And so long
I'm gone
Now my past sets the tone,
and this is home.....
My heart replays its beat as a harp
My brain has splattered art across a blank canvas tarp
But where am I looking and listening from?
Everything in life is numb
have I reached Kingdom Come?
And will I pass my arraignment?
Now I realize that I lost the 'me' Earthly Containment
My body was its vessel
And it can no longer be nestled,
At life, I no longer have to wrestle.
Could it be that I'm asleep dreamin' in bed,
or am I actually dead?
I hope that there was value in the things that 'human me' said....
..............................................
It happens every time I begin to start.
Just as you think I've lost it and fallen apart,
You realize that I was just giving you art.
And that each piece, is a true frame of my heart.

This is a passion that I cannot simply pitch
God has blessed me with this insensitive niche
I can't put the brush down, I have to scratch at its itch

And as I speak of thee
I hope that He's the one that speaks through me
As I lose myself, He maintains
continuity
I pray that when the world writes me off, He still has everything to do with me.

I've poured my life into each vision,
and if you've read this, and saw that....I've completed my mission!
Thank You God, for life and art.

~Jacey Starr

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Is the character dead?
or is the character projecting her life into her artwork, and praying that when she loses herself, God is the one controling the 'continuity'?

~Jacey Starr

truth bound

Truth Bound

Miseducation, hovering dumb over what I know...
Wrist steady shakin', not sure of where this writin' will go
Still suffering, I'm recovering from a damaging blow.

I hope that where I am misunderstood,
where if I wanted to fit in I would....
it shows that I did all that I could...

to lay in my own bed, instead of lie in a place where fear is faithfully fed.

Not being sure of me...we're paused at a hault,
where that last contusion had my vision clouded in your head and heavy on my heart.

And that bare obscurity...has caused a default,
of mass confusion in what was written, bounded and read to be torn apart.

Before being misled,
because originality was pronounced dead...
a listening to what it is that I actually said.


Taking a shot in the dark,
Attempting to conquer against odds, the travesties in which I embark.

.....My voice will still ring an honest hark.

~Jacey Starr

2009

When when turns now. When wind burns clouds. Then men learn how. Evaporation in reverse, disintegration. When: we arent a nation and cant teach a generation. Polluting like communion backwash. Eluding from the union of how we act and what we watch. When: time has been offset a notch. And augmentation Of our love has been botched. Concluding that forthwith is my duty Because morbid is the cruelty.

Asleep

False, that I had a delusion. My vision was that of profusion. Like the day to the night, awaken in respite. Light be the way of our sight,forsaken of thy might. Synonymous as war to fight, when victory is yours it leaves you. Innocuous of lifes upheaval. Sin not, i mustn't beseeched and all. That some maybe find mock of my eyes. Latter tense, my understanding...we fell but without demise. Eternal love but without disguise. Real dreams come true

the man behind the shield

I'm in love with you.

rebellion

I was in dissent with those who hid behind authority. It was indecent to close the door on me. Only recent did freedom seek liberation in the yore of me. A rarity of disparity the welter of my relegation of society. Pungent were my efforts for amelioration from inside of me. My heart, the venue of my love to ascend. The part of where to begin. With no acceding of me to the proceedings that be.... There is no start. But I'm here and within. Characterization is the mere of exterior. Character relations has no fear for posterior. As if the wind will never cease to blow...a tune in which some will never even know.

To break.

"I shall not want" There is no justice when my needs or earnings only meet a cold deprivation and dictation. Today, I question. I question a lot of this world. To grab at the multiple "to be thought up" answers is more of a false reciprocation of the outcome or "doing's" of unnatural endeavors stoking the occupation of my imagination. I can't go anywhere, but I can go just about everywhere with these thoughts. This is not curiosity because I am actively being effected, but is it then a challenge that I must meet. Or wait. Wait for something or someone. I, originally had intentions for my inactions that were to be completed by myself and carried out as the defining actions of my young life.....as an artist who would become a humanitarian only after becoming first, a mother. I am not a failure but incomplete because of my false start, and frozen in what I frightfully would like to call the beginning, though some things must end. Liberty must become the state of myself for all of my actions. Freedom must ring. Remembering freedom, with the yearn for a Liberation to Life and Love itself, my heart powered what has become my current inactions of today. The feeling of being incomplete is like starvation. I am unbroken

you and me

Why do I feel like our distance defines the word miss? You, that I kiss...for it is still there this, Love.

Save Me