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
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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
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
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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
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
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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. |
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