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

Controlled spin

Life of any kind is unique in the way that the life came to be,
how it wound up and spun such a way to be exact in how it is.
No fashion of perspective to understand other than faith of how,
things obscure create something that ultimately can fathom it.
Rings of age and ancestry explain little upon layers but we dig,
further and deeper into something only seen from distance.
Person-hood or being-ism cannot explain the how it all starts,
beyond formation of the physical there is the matter beyond it.
It is a power within an energy that connects and binds everything,
you are what you feel without the physical body and that is control.
No end or beginning to the force of electricity that forms to move,
the dirt beneath our feet moves or our own thoughts as profound.

© Jeph Rants

Yen and yawn

Magnetism is the word we are looking for.
It makes everything possible.
What draws a man to a woman.
Or man to man.
Its natural need to balance.
Energy and it are the same.
Creation and destruction
Good and evil.
The world has its poles
We balance upright and claim superior.
Drawn are we as people for answers.
Often rejecting the need of something.
Negative and positive
Hate as well as love
The universe would spin out of balance too.
With out this same magnetism.

© Jeph Rants

Commoning

Its inside you see it but for the fact that your eyes are always looking out.
You deny yourself true visions all while you lie to yourself how it ends.
Sensations are not connections you feel but know in a way you remember.
Locked and tied to seeming simple brainwashing of what ever it takes.
Do not fret for you are not that in which you see you becoming more today.
Its nor the real than the reel you watched those others do so you will sit.
Passionate about an argument of the side you take its the actions you lack.
Renditions of explanations you where shoveled by your side of the equation.
Do you not see the phallic nature of what all the tactics to give you tact.
Making a mold with stages of carving and pushing propaganda forward now.
Its everything to have a war uncivil between two sides and we are next.
Down a pipe that turns into a barrel the leaders are turned to led to pierce.
Every being trained to be a hero and none given the desire to die for it.
Wrongs will be righted after a time you will all see soon when you look inside.

© Jeph Rants

Depth inside.

We are being drawn more outside of our inner selves.
Creation reduced to nothing past pure reproduction.
Sexualized and sodomized with a betrayal of truth.
A yearning still exist for a few who need it to be deep.
Cerebral satisfaction in a simplistic life of balance.
Pleasure derived from more than acts of the physical.
A sharing of connection than binds beings that allow it.
That place you can find when you fly in your dreams.
The closeness felt when in company of love is similar.
Reality is only what you make of it, be it heaven or hell.
No journey taken more fruitful than that of your mind.
There is a truth behind the curtain of this play we act.
A test of fortunes and failures within this form we take.
Simple goodness or greed is the only paths one can pass.
Yet simplistic as that sounds both are needed for truth.
No trip inside an unknown is ever taken by one self.
Connections to objects irreplaceable due to its history.
The same so true with those whom we find connections.
Locate that place deep within yourself for pleasure.
Find why those buttons work through depth of history.
To journey within yourself in such a way with find you.
Within yourself you too will find deep seeded pain.
That of yours and that of others who are truly connected.
A journey that will take a process to proceed further.
Filling those holes left from the pleasure and pains.
But within yourself you may find reasons for your depth.

© Jeph Rants

Vission

I may never surf the tallest wave of blue.
So I will watch from my board as the sunsets.
Not likely will my journey lead to mountain tops.
My time will be spent on rented sticks sliding down.
It is not my place to be president of these united states.
Yet I know enough to see how things should be done.
I may not have done it all but I can see when its done wrong.


© Jeph Rants

Palaround

Monday, June 29, 2009

Stop being silly your going to be fine. Your gorgeous and will find it. Have the pride to make them work. Let them see you and hear thoughts. Talk it out with out insecurities. No defensive and be cute. Your so sexy you have so much. Love your spirit thats clear. He will do you right. I hope we dance then too. Head on my shoulder. I love that laugh of yours. But its fine you stepped on toes. Its not you its me, I know. No prize is worth anything free. Your a special package truly. Offer them everything last. See if they look past eyes. Stop acting as if you want easy. Work is the love that gives. Take my hand real quick. Be my love but not lover. What if I tell you everyday. Does that make easy the travel. A search till you let my thought go. Don't be silly just love is not a bad place.

Recondition

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Patch's on my jeans and people know my deeds. The worn spots tell of my efforts for work or rest. Color splashed from works I have done bright. Patch's on my floor from the pacing lust caused. Wood milled and sanded to fit as if it is brand new. The stain upon it to turn its difference back similar. Patch's on my quilt to fix the rips from the past. Laid with through times of love and nights alone. The many patterns repeat like the choices made. Patch's in the fence to keep out the varmints wrath. Holes chewed to take the things I have worked for. The spots repaired seem to point to the weaknesses. Patch's in my tube before I choose the path of rivers. To stay afloat no matter the rocks or rapids ahead. The experiences from before marked for all to see. Patch's in my passions to bring them back to life. From things I gave up on to pursue another joy. My happiness uncovered with each patch I make.

Highness

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Crown of fools. Adorning I seemed proud. Gems I have been. Tarnish in time. Work to shine. Find within me. The metal to hold. Capture free. Halo no. Crown of fools. Room of wrongs. followed for to far. Leave my throne. Kiss my rings of wrongs. The circle around. We go and went. Do the way. Taste my gold standard. Like the licks. Crown of fools. Funny story. True but not anymore. Lost forever. Watcher. Observing the other way. Thinking for self I be the king.

No Mutter

Friday, July 03, 2009

Clearly we need to speak. Tell of things we mean full. I have spoke on it here. Maybe art has no meaning. This is not sculpted you see. When I say it you just smile. Listen to what is my point. Long winded I leave no blanks. Sorted are the details true. It will take long and longer. Your ways of blocking points. Who wins in the win lose game. Say what you mean no sugar. Happy means honest to yourself. No loss of the lack of quality ones. Behavior that would not change. If you want my story then hush. My times have taught me little. Skills obtained are illusions. I just wanted to talk real. Pleasing you was not my point. Let me not lie to lay with you. Truths hurt more with time. So let us speak on them now. Do not move what I deliver. I articulate well if you listen. No need to figure me out. Lets not whisper wants. Convey to me your desire. Sexual seems easy. So lets start with the rest. The challenge of expressions. Make known the break in silence. Into words your current state. Speak your piece into my hands. Love the me that I really am. Then let me know you.

Miss Anguish

Friday, July 03, 2009

No trouble to regret the remorse I gave. Convulsively groan as I carry on. Tribulations I agonize over bring trouble. No weeping as I woe but hardship still. Break down I will not but snivel I may. Heartache lamenting in my own rain. No misery of my misfortunes just rue. Repentance for blues I will not worry. Have not the time for grieving for now. A catastrophe of pain that I move from. Dejection while mourning no loss. The river crossed I will lose the waterworks.

Oh Boy

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Be a man and whatever that means. Stand up for your pride and fight. Live so your children may see you. Full view as to make clear your way. Pay your debts and not only monitory. Be the passion that pushes forward. Take the wheel and the responsibility. Have fun at your own expense, a lot. People are watching even if quiet. They judge but based on what events. Say things that people will believe. Some will want to be all that you are. Privileged your people should feel. To know the things you willingly teach. Pass on the knowledge you earned. Speak on the truths no matter what. Spare the rod when your think right. Live full and watch others envy you. Jealous of the way your the rock. Never anchor your ship in the storm. Listen to the breeze for wisdom's word. Take the time to love for love sake. You must tell of success with actions. Lay with a woman for her pleasures. Those of mind and body fulfilled. Not to put out but to put it all in. Take the time to whoa the worries. Stable as your own ship rolls on. Raise your own as if they are forever. Feed the child with spoon to mouth. Not just the dollars being shoved in. Wreak of joy and make them wonder. Teach the things you have of value. Do not hide behind supposed to be. Take the leather straps and go forward. Spur on the force that moves you. Let go of things that you do not want. Risk it all to make sure you have it. Earn the way you plan on making rich's. Leave a legacy that you want for yourself. Be a man.

UNOWHO

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Your letters bring me there with you, you know. I sit beside you as you type to me the tales of your life now. Details so graphic I cannot help but see what you have seen. The way you put things together its like we were holding hands. My eyes upon the things that you point out. I know your wish as you wrote your last letter. Obvious you felt me there as you told me the things I missed. Your more telling than you know when you let the truth come out. Not trying to tempted me or having your walls up. Just telling of what we could have had if we would have had that night. The dimly lit rooms and the acts going on about. Sorted is the measure you take it all in by. Seeing yourself as an outsider just gazing in on their world. I know your place and you speak the story to me well. I miss our talks yet yearn for the one where you let me in your head. I won't scare like the wench before the paddle. So you know my place and where my feelings lay, yet love me for the more. I feel your energy with me when I read what you write. Take me with you whenever you like. We can share the details and delivery then my dear.

Noteye

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

He may be new. Even a little sharp. My style still controls. Maybe always will. Sure is nice to have. His bodies not mine. You remember nightly. A touch that should. No fulfillment is fine. Does he know. Temporary is raw. A fix to get through. Eyes closed we meet. Blind to whos on top. Why not find the one. We know its not me. There is one though. I thought you learned. Honest hurt you. Truths would hurt him. Seems wrong to me. But its your habit. Satisfied by wants. The need for needing. Who do you think about. It is what you want. But with my body.