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Rambling to myself

RAMBLING TO MYSELF

BY

JAMIE WYNTER

2017 Jamie Wynter

All rights reserved

Mouse Lady brings me peace

She looked like a mouse

cause she was a mouse

her husband a large rat

who walked around the table

three times

before sitting

the cheese and the wine

were not enough for him

the mouse lady with skinny jeans

that she borrowed from her daughter

stood and stretched and looked over at me

and I saw in her the whole of existence

and like my mother she smiled

and the warmth entered me

there are times like these

when the world makes sense

I walked home alone

with a smile on my face

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What happens Next

Secret covens

deep web killers

Purple smoke rises over

Dystopian horizons

A new age

Futuristic priestess

Gives birth to the mushroom prince

Poppy fields in bloom

Our souls meet in the desert

Under a new moon

Time has ended for the wicked

Witches with Forked tongues

Stare at the mothership

Ascending

Designation

Unknown

[]

Fantasy of Us

History is ending

No more logic

Let’s run into the forest

climb trees

eat nuts and berries

sing to the birds

Make love in open fields

And stare at the stars in wonder again

[]

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Modern Life in reverse

happy cars

inside boring drivers

driving past the fallen hero’s of the twenty-first century

hero’s of their own making

but they won’t get a movie deal

they are the saints of the sidewalk

they spit and cry for a time of youth

The time has passed all of them

even the young ones

have grown old with apathy

nothing grows anymore on the sidewalks

not even grass

dirty brown dirt

that all come from the mouths of the saints

as they dig through their nails

with yellow and black teeth

[]

I was king Once

Chicago was cold as balls

that is why I went west

with a sleeping bag and no plan.

I never had anything

I never had money,

my skin sucks

but I was happy.

How can I?

because I found a princess

living in the trash

and she told me

that if I helped her find a way back

she would make me king.

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[]

Light my fire

Curly black hair

cover brown breasts

Under a full moon light,

she speaks in tongues

to all who will listen

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Bum Paradise

Sleep out in the park

away from the city

sleep in a tent

no pillow

the backpack does the trick

dreams are insane

you wake up sweaty and cold

you have to pee

you look for a bag or something

you find nothing

you have to go outside

which you do

the ground is wet

the sun is coming up as

you undo your fly

another day

in

paradise

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Coincidence

As my physical beauty fades

the poetry of my life blooms

Untitled

My streets are wet

not from rain

it’s past midnight

and I’m still searching

for the heart of the

one who killed

my

buddha

Talent

Men are expected to be strong

women are expected to be beautiful

but I love strong women

who see the beauty of men

Oh my

Music is the mother

and we are her children

A time for yourself

Use a period at the end of a complete sentence.

Where should I put the question mark?

stop boxing me in you cow!

Sweet words

Sweet words

on a

Sunday afternoon

at around dinner time

she tells me her thoughts

on the world outside

she says it’s full of evil

she says it’s full of shame

I ask only if she would untie me

A fantasy

I dream of a simple velvet room

with a small balcony overlooking

the Indian Ocean

my lover’s hands are busy with dinner

and I read her my thoughts

she just nods and smiles

like you do to a child or the mentally ill

17

Hairy women turn me on

should I cut that

Untitled

Take me to ancient Lesbos

to hear Sappho’s songs

and kiss her muse’s neck

Overrated

How can I care about tomorrow

When today is not over yet

Wisdom

Father sea

how I missed your wisdom

your endless waves

turn my hard life

Soft

Lust

I loved her

like a man

like me

could love

a animal

like her

22

I’m so out of my mind

that I have forgotten where

I started

Years ago

She went to the wild

her skin browned

her eyes cleared

her taste improved

they called her crazy

they called her names

but she didn’t care

she was on a divine mission

searching for a message

she climbed trees like a monkey

she swam like a shark

she howled at the moon

waiting and learning

one day she got the answer

and she returned to us

with her holy word

love

What next?

The poor soul

walks with many

but doesn’t follow any

the poor soul

has been born many times

in many different bodies

when death comes again

she asks only

what next?

Goddess of truth

forget the feather

I have not come

with a heavy heart

I created this for you

silly monkey

get out of your head

and learn my name

I’m not what you think I’m

not a god or a worm

but I alone

will make you complete

silly little monkey

I’m you and you are me

*I loved once but no longer *

I’m not against the kissing or the touching

I’m tired of trying

So now I’ll smoke and drink

and walk around city parks

I’ll pass others and they’ll pass me

I’ll get a pet of some kind

something small and cute

a dog maybe

and I’ll have a small apartment where I’ll write songs

and poetry

In a corner, I’ll draw strange visions

on the wallpaper

I’ll watch the weather change

from a small window

with a plant, I don’t water

someday someone might come by

and I’ll tell them what I told you

I loved once but no longer

*Cute and round *

her voice a heavenly sound

obscured but loud

to touch those lips again

above

and

below

*drop everything *

wait under a tree

the universe

will arrive

at

a

quarter to

three

*my heart is a wild animal *

nothing will stop its feral beat

Don’t forget

Civilization

was built

on the backs

of

Horny and hungry

people

When two crazies

  • *

meet on the street

do they cancel

each other out

I didn’t want you to go

I was too weak to say

you owe me money

Untitled

Her blood was native

her tears forgotten

35

Some do it for the art

fools and jokers

some do it for the money

assholes and douchebags

some do it for the women

some do it for the fame

read the sixth line again

36

those eye’s

those dark blue eyes

I want to jump

into them

blue calm eyes

I never want to see

a storm in those

dark blue eyes

37

How could I

have forgotten you

how long has it been

stay focused

on the breath

this thin cord

Is keeping me here

grounded in

this delusion

the time it takes for me

to leave this body

history will be over

oh mother of illusion

why am I here

could I have done

something

to make it all go away

how can I

reach a new level

of understanding

It’s impossible

when I continue

to be sinking

38

Odd woman

A long-time ago

I lived with a woman

She arrived in my life inside a box

she had dark hair and a darker smile

she never cared for muffins and her eyes were big.

In fact,

I remember being scared to death one morning when she opened them

it was as if a strange monster had awoken

she wasn’t ugly

I really liked her

her pussy smelled nice

and her ass jiggled in her shorts

On Sunday afternoons

We would go for walks

she begged me to put her on the leash

I thought that was a little too much

she told me to fuck her in the streets

again, I thought that was a little too much

we went walking around the neighborhood

she told me she wasn’t from this planet

she was an alien

I said where are you from

I’m from a place where the grass is blue and nothing matters

Nothing matters?

She continued to walk and I continued to stare at her

I wanted to fuck her

I wanted to grab her and pull her down

Rip off her small tiny shorts and stick it in

but I didn’t, I stopped myself

I was living in the twenty-first century

I was a man after all

I had control over myself

I made her sleep outside that night

39

I’m a simple man

but not kind

I have found a way to live

for now

the outside world

looked scary to me

when I was young

and wise

my father said

don’t be afraid

the whole world is

wearing a mask

now I’m old

and dumb

a person

came to me once

and told me the

secrets of the universe

he wore no masks

and I ran and hid

like a frightened

mouse

40

the world looked in

whole father, hid away

little me was frightened

I told the secrets

41

no loveliness left

wept to forget

remember rosebuds,

gifts to the dead

young love bloomed in pink cities and neon parking lots

you changed in a sacred way

naked

push the hand into yourself

pleasure comes to those that wait

42.

Her name was Jill

she had other names

Jill had never known her dad

he died in the mountains

on cold nights

she walked alone

she didn’t think much

just walked

her mind became empty

43.

love the sounds

that carry the wind

lose yourself in the moonlight

purple is a color

of royal ascension

in dreams

we catch a glimpse

of worlds of tomorrow

hang on

44.

I’ll love your flaws

if you are my everything

45.

earthly sounds

cover you with their mystery

hear their whispers

asking only one thing

invent the future

then manifest it

46

Her legs parted, I thought of my future

Her Sicilian hair blew in the wind

It was a wild thing, just like it’s master

She looked straight into me

alone in the fields, I rubbed her back

Those dark eyes,

caused madness in men

she smiled, taking fruit from a bowl

the juice ran down her lips

I kissed them, without asking

She pushed back and we melted

our warm tanned skin touched

she received me and moaned softly

At that moment, on that summer day

I could care less of my future

47.

My vision of beauty

is a male’s Vision

salty waves crash

no clouds

a sailboat on the horizon

you on your stomach

over hot warm sand

the sun

darkening you

48.

catch my madness in a cup

like you would water

coming out of a broken

pipe

49.

Sleep is a human right

change ahead

912

comfort on the west side

away from the riff raff

bar turtles with dusty shells

random talks with self

just to see if things

still make

sense

50.

He is a star

that lost its light

hunger for a time

when it all makes sense

he grabs anything

that feels right

but it’s too late

go out with a bang

like a star

like a big

dying

star

Lying in her long veils on the calm black water

In violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.

embroidered with black moss her great veils rising

mounted inside my soul but endless; cries of the others

stopped me from smiling

I cared nothing for all,

hurled out of the eye of a hurricane,

taste of sour apples, on the tip of my tongue

The girl with pale-eyes realized in antique ways

the scented twilight,

was devoured by vermin

What happens when you go at it alone

as anyone else ever woken up in a dream?

being awake feels weirder than dreaming

yes I have been having them for weeks now

they are usually a dream

where an unknown thing kills me.

over

and

over

and

over

again

70.

It’s hard to say what’s in the heart

the feelings are deep and wide

I’m surrounded by an ocean filled with words

but I can never say with any of them

how much I truly miss you

71.

Friends are people who chose to stay with each other

as they hike up the mountain of life

some are there at the beginning

some are met in dark caves

Others are found at the summit

With arms over shoulders looking at the setting sun

Don’t try to understand

full moon comes with a whisper

around you the autumn breaks into laughter

feast on dreams that carry you through

leave the country, I’ll give you a nudge

go to Tangier, armed with a spear and a box of matches

hunt for the center of three

light the city with your magick

become a comedian for the children of the street

dip your feet in the cold waters of the Atlantic

do whatever you want from this moment on

whatever happens

don’t try to understand

Tears of tomorrow

The streets of suburbia

burning hot parking lots

on Sunday afternoons

Closed office buildings

Shades drawn

Alarms set

There is a sense of impending doom

down your big gulp

light your cigarette

we have to get out before we lose ourselves

The summer has come at last

my hair is glued to the carpet

there is still hot dogs in the fridge

I forgot to tell you

I hate your new dress

Why make it so serious

Two flights of stairs to your apartment

caring winter bounty

my heat melts ice

there is hope in these arms

do something about the nodding drunk

he has eaten all the food and now lives here

Why do you make it so serious

It is a lot more fun, to understand

to understand life as merely a fantasy

of our desire for failure

enough with that hippie shit,

just suck my dick man

OK

OK

Sacred & Naked

no loveliness left

wept to forget

remember rosebuds,

gifts to the dead

young love bloomed in pink cities

and neon parking lots

you changed in a sacred way

naked

push the hand into yourself

pleasure comes to those that wait

Sinful and sensuous among the water

Totally yellow against the land

You examine splintering noises below the earth

Dark and luminous near the air

We sense arid tongues against the mud

Take cover! The King has vanished

Sinful and sensuous among the water

I confound colorful goats over the flock

Intense! The twilight will go

alone silent

lost in broad daylight

an empty address book

In whose heart

the refugee

go without luggage

where he knew no-one

Sinister and dazzling beyond the fire

You bend numb keys behind

The sun felt good

Strangely cold about the land

You examine blue delusions against the ground

seeing the light

a ticking clock

With what memories

the sailor

unlearned his past

and missed

his turning

We are dazzling against the towers

So grotesque about the vapors

We extort fluorescent fragments near the towers

Intense! The inspiration is fleeing

Dark and peaceful below the trees

We smell sinning toads beneath the wind

Can you feel it?

unsure and hesitant

turning away

any wind that blows

Where in the end

the god

seek the road back

and never catch up

I heard you like purple smoke

Find the arrow and forget the bow

your hair is soft and blackened by ash

in your car

you think of nothing

except where the end lies

*Warm Lights *

skin the color of coffee

lips like two sliced peaches

cafe after midnight

with a heart of a gypsy

you dance with flowers

to the music playing

on the radio

Space

Ok Comedians

get the last laugh

gifted ones

get the first

Inspiration is hard

Be luminous

the sin is dying

awaken, awaken

keep your smile

god loves to laugh

*This way out *

Magick upon the sleeping

awaken from a slumber

ten thousand years and counting

drums of our ancestors

awaken our ancient hearts

Kali has come

What I think about in the tub

dreams

in those far off woods

the tree sways

and catches

dreams

Masks of yesterday

I’m a simple man

but not kind

I have a way to live

for now

When I was young & wise

The outside world looked

scary to me

my father told me

do not be afraid

The whole world

is wearing a mask

Now I’m old & dumb

I have forgotten

that when a person came to me

He told me the key to the universe

is understanding dreams

He then took off his mask

The universe darkened

and I felt the pull of the void

Enter me

but I couldn’t

Salvation awaits

I ran far away

like a scared mouse

now I wait for that man to show again

as I nibble on societies cheese

In the morning

I don’t want to understand women

I just want to smell them in the morning

and listen to their dreams

of tomorrow

Womankind

Pure animal lust was cresting,

crashing

into her mind

like an ocean

wave

A time for sleep

Sleep out in the park

away from the city

sleep in a tent

no pillow

the backpack does the trick

dreams are insane

you wake up sweaty and cold

you have to pee

you look for a bag or something

you find nothing

you have to go outside

which you do

the ground is wet

the sun is coming up as

you undo your fly

another day

in

paradise

Modern Life in reverse

happy cars

inside boring drivers

driving past the fallen hero’s of the twenty-first century

hero’s of their own making

but they won’t get a movie deal

they are the saints of the sidewalk

they spit and cry for a time of youth

The time has passed all of them

even the young ones

have grown old with apathy

nothing grows anymore on the sidewalks

not even grass

dirty brown dirt

that all come from the mouths of the saints

as they dig through their nails

with yellow and black teeth

Fantasy of Us

History is ending

No more logic

Let’s run into the forest

climb trees

eat nuts and berries

sing to the birds

Make love in open fields

And stare at the stars in wonder again

Sweet words

Sweet words

on a

Sunday afternoon

at around dinner time

she tells me her thoughts

on the world outside

she says it’s full of evil

she says it’s full of shame

I ask only if she would untie me

A dream of dirty beauty

My vision of beauty

is a male’s Vision

salty waves crash

no clouds

a sailboat on the horizon

you

on your stomach

over hot white sand

the sun

darkening you

The Goddess and the rat

How could I

have forgotten you

how long has it been

stay focused

on the breath

this thin cord

Is keeping me here

grounded in

this delusion

the time it takes for me

to leave this body

history will be over

oh mother of illusion

why am I here

could I have done

something

to make it all go away

how can I

reach a new level

of understanding

It’s impossible

when I continue

to be sinking


Rambling to myself

  • ISBN: 9781370772216
  • Author: jamie wynter
  • Published: 2017-09-01 06:20:10
  • Words: 3257
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