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