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Pinned To A Rose, For Her October 6, 2009

Posted by Jason Keath in Life, love, Poem, Poetic Leanings, Poetry, sex, stream of conciousness, Writing.
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to the nights and the days, that make up our lives.
the secret moments and measures, that fill our building story.

to you,
for showing me,
how beautiful us can be.

© 2009 Argonaut

i sit in newness December 9, 2007

Posted by Jason Keath in america, Creative Writing, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, stream of conciousness, Writing.

i sit in newness,
cluttered with my old,
piles of unwanted,
uncontrollably defined by what i own.
I know this is one of the reasons I love my writing. It can’t be held or sold, or bought, and although it can age, it cannot die.
i sit in newness, piled with possessions,
some soon to be trash, others soon to sit in neater stacks.
I sit in newness, at one with my ideas.
Its stunning how much a bare wall can define you.
How the lack of art or music, or comfortable shoes, can make a healthy, whole person feel incomplete. My religous friends would tell me I need to be at peace with God, then I will feel complete. But I tend to find the same stacks of possessions in their homes too.
Good or bad,
I sit in newness, comfortable with the feeling,
ready to get rid of many old things, knowing that they will soon be replaced with new ones.
I sit in newness, excited to fill the space, surrounded by old things, at peace with what is important. I know what is needed, I know what needs to be new. I sit in newness, because it pushes me and my thoughts to continue.


© 2007 Argonaut

Eager Lips October 21, 2007

Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, health, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, sex, stream of conciousness, Writing.

Lusting and binging, are as sure as soft vanity… we bring them to eager lips, for they bring us to sanity, they stop us from drifting into depressing dark places, and they put fleeting smiles on our angelic faces.

© 2007 Argonaut