This week's poem is "Passage 13 of 50." Be sure to scroll below the vid to read along. 7/31.14-8/1/14

Passage 13 of 50
June 11, 2013

I recognize my hand.

I recognize my heart.

I recognize my mind.

I grappled for this much, but

there's more easel than art.

There is no longer

the treasure-trove

that held my form.

The base and snare

of my voice is no

longer music.

What is the use of blood

if there is nary a heart

to harp on anything

jubilant?

Earth says I'm no

longer incumbent.

Well, my affairs

are sorted, but who

would want any of it?

My hand I see now is a joke about being so old

that I leave no prints, my heart is a snail melting

from the stings because my grave is salt, and

what was bought as current thoughts should

appear with tags with wet ink on them as proof.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy

"Idem Quod" is the poem of the week. Thank you for your time. 7/24-27/14

Idem Quod*
February 7, 2013

Here is a beaker filled with relief that is aqua pura for us both, brother.

We're here trapped in a desert, though not of our earth too seared, too bitter.

Take it. We're much too merged to court a disagreement as we are facts to each other.

Here we are presently, willing to speak callously, or be in need of a non sequitur.

Any choice of fit innards could revive any trouble provided by a hellish resistance.

There's really no choice, and to be contrary is to be insipid, and only elevates disregard.

It's a willing de-separate mind that slacks a wall once towering our distance.

Evidently, there's no miracle to deny our semblance we often bury in a graveyard.

Latin term: the same as.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy

"Modest Code" is the poem recited this week. Take a look below. Thank you for your time. 7/17-20/14.

This week, I recite a poem alfresco with "Modest Code." Enjoy. 7/17-20/14. (See above video)

Modest Code

 February 11, 2013

The battle is simple, and never will it be a faceless confrontation.
It will always be in a way of taking a hand and lending one.
If one neglects this practice, then it is often believed that many
enlisted on this crumbly planet is deceived in their thinking that any
doused in predicament cannot be enlivened by the rescue of
others, aside from family.
Panic shelters enmity. Fear is a favorite among the unreasonable.
Counteract this counter-state of a ruinous invasion that will leave no
coughing puff of dust for all identification and a lack to assist.
There should be an absence of a plea to accept a grasp to pull that
candidate who craves determination for freedom to back from a threat,
sickness, unjust, or detriment.
Refuse the performance of lifeless and cruel husks, and unfold thick and
full to date, and vote as positive for this planet's preliminary calendar; to pave
an even road to present our fair predilection: Not by blood but by trust.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy

I'm back! This week's poem is "Pampas Grass." 7/10-13/14.

Pampas Grass

June 10, 2013

(Thanks, Scotty)

Forgiveness is a friend.

Don't take to being clay again and pull yourself

by width to curtain your sadness or wrath when

you're wronged.

Leave length and anger to skies with their

expressive storms, and you will embrace time

to consider a path that enriches easier breaths,

and they'll compare to those soft pats on a shoulder

that calms.

Sprint with tears to your inner beach. Trust, their

flow will no longer be a concern.

Nothing maintains a shape from matter to

matter unless a dwelling for it surges.

That would map your deterrence.

Don't barricade further by being grander than

your proper person, like the reach of pampas grass;

you'll pose higher than any burden, erect and catatonic,

not worthy of your standard and cluttered.

You are not fire. You cannot singe them to soot and

mash it underfoot.

You are not a mountain. You cannot sire boulders

to stomp them out and be a controller.

The frenzy of emotion must be a spooned dosage, then

bear down on your problem, and be like spring and

overgrow recent frets as a picture assuming development,

and outshine what was once some trouble you met.

© 2013 Jarrod C. Lacy