Frayed to finally

I was born upon this rock in a place; and that I cannot change.
found my travels to its edges over time; looking for a place it might end.
my task simple; to absorb the energy of others and disperse it along my way.
taking tales and triumphs and packing them into the steam trunk of my being.
Learning to live and taste with a new tongue; finding fruit to satisfy my need.
no longer too stubborn for revision, and too smitten with myself to give in easy.
I challenge my body and its limits; oh but my mind has more of an adventure.
The paths fork and I say with fearlessness that forward is my only way.

                                                                                                               © Jeph Rants

Sub or Merge

Life of the bog is what you make of it you see.
The sticky sands that drag you below will never cease.
Nor the snakes looking to share their poison with the vain.
Glades have no need for your worry or pain, they will go on.
There are those who relish to revive with those bogs depths.
To start a new from the quagmire that this all has become.
No blame for the leach that yearns to take what you have.
The bottoms just repeat their cycle with or without you.
Floods come and clear the waters but never the troubles.
Those who live there must sink and sulk or build up high.
Flush of skin can be a sign of rash, so can sinking quick.

                                                         © Jeph Rants

Slumberish

I'm not always awake. 
Eventually I drift off to dream.
Yet I find solace in the peace of night.
Easier to ignore the hunger of others wants.
Alone in the solitary light with just my thoughts.
The darkness seems to keep away all the others.
A constant draw on my energy with wants and needs.
But not in the dead of the night do I fear that taking.
Just me to breath and listen to a tune to take me.
I need the power I gain from those I need too.
My escape is just a part of the balance work.
Its effort to find a place of your own now.
With more comes less and you need it.
So I will sleep when its finally over.

© Jeph Rants

Faith in Synapse

How do you find love and escape the pain?

To feel the highs without the sorrows.

Wanting, needing, and feeling it in return.

How do you hide from hateful thoughts?

Or at least stop fear from manifesting that way.

The emotion is the experience we seek.

How do you be happy in a world of despair? 

Return like the sun even after being sent away.

You are not alone even in absolute solitude.

How can you not find thrill in this ride?

With rampant disregard for sociopath ways.

Its mass insanity you dream of escaping.

How can you question it all without a response?

 

© Jeph Rants

Be you from now on.

Its not enough to say something and claim it.
You must go beyond the normal, beyond all before it.
That is what makes it yours, not for ownership.
Only you may know that it is yours, a creation.
Finding that place to find things is within yourself.
It will not look familiar, never being seen in past.
The smooth way you slip into your place will confirm.
Fingers first, it will find your form and fit you.
Tailored by the world beyond this world of ours.
You will see, you will know without seeing.
Just lean into it, push yourself over the fear.
Frighten yourself, love yourself, just let yourself.
It will come to you as you go to it, move fast.
Wrapping you, comforting your entirety, slow.
Nothing before will make sense, it will be everything.
Do not fret, do not turn, just go ahead.


© Jeph Rants

Stiffened

What do you feel when you are statued in a moment that will not open up?
Stone footed and carved into a shape that you want to change for the better.
A plaza that the people walk by and admire while ignoring the pedestal.
No time for the words scribbled that tell of your story, you are only object.
Lips that will not give up secrets and eyes that seem stuck in happiness.
What vision will you set your sights on, mine will be the blue or dark sky.
Chiseled choices holding me tight like I would like from more than pigeons.
The marble look shines and shows reflection in polish and the pores sealed.
That correct, the form they see, the shape you have taken, or been given.
Do you make that choice or does just one who controlled you in your path.
Rough, are you cut from the mountains or plucked from a piece broken off?

© Jeph Rants

Comber

Wrapped and yet wrangled we go, don't we.
Passion for having it all and whatever that means.
We go and go until we go for good.
How do you not see the me they all see.
I will never know as I go and go.
Pushing myself to push you onto me.
The want of the world or at least those in it.
I get lost in the worry of why.
You remember me when I forget myself.
Seeing me for more than the scene of me.
Hearing what we have pass our ear.
Forgetting to listen close to the cool breeze.
Never for ever do we want to need anything.
Push away the day to hope for another.
Rolling like tides we go and go.
Until we find the shore of an ending.
Then we settle and sink into the sands of time.


© Jeph Rants