And I choose to breathe

And I choose to breathe

A Poem by Jack...
"

Sadness and sorrow are often the breath of life

"

 

And I choose to breathe

 

 

And I choose to breathe for every breath is free

Calmly bound of tempted drizzled fears

Slow dancing on the desperate dying wind

Placing endless hope against the flow

 

This does come

Beyond iron gates of broken trances

To sing

Undying wishes upon the deaf ears

 

Fractured in meanings and senses known

These wrinkles form a flavored mask

Donned in apprehension of a wilted feeling

Sleek and slender, along a poisoned vine they grow

 

Challenging

In endless streams of sorted need

Stead fast

With chains of charmed tethered truth

 

Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon’d names

Cast darker shadows beneath the edges of sanity

Ripped and tattered these empty voices scream

My name in echoes bearing nothing more than seen

 

As I cry

My tears sprout wings and flee from my face

To my knees

Finding only the jagged earth to rest

 

Desires cling to the massive arbors of life

Dreams falter along a winding creviced cliff

Nothing laughs like the air upon my sorrowed face

And I choose to breathe for every breath is free

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


Author's Note

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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whoa....dark, deep and full of the nuances of a guarded and protective lifestyle...i have been to this place, hell, i sometimes live in this place. there is a bleak and droll cynicism throughout this piece...feels like you have been reading some of my darker days . awesome write, although a departure for you....well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Quinn...my pencil slipped outside of the margins on this one.
Sorrows have a pace, breath, and life of their own sometimes. So eloquently you write of these waves of emotion, my friend.
"Stead fast
With chains of charmed tethered truth"
Sorrows flow through each of us with varying currents. I think you've written a poem that everyone can relate to in their own special way.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Sera. Just stepping out of the mould a bit. I appreciate you.
Emerald Seas

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Jack... and I do you as we'll :)
"As I cry
My tears sprout wings and flee from my face
To my knees
Finding only the jagged earth to rest

Desires cling to the massive arbors of life
Dreams falter along a winding creviced cliff"
Even sadness and sorrow are part of winding crevices and deep streams of life. We want to be free whether from pain or hardships so we release our emotions to free us mentally or spiritually of what is inside. And like you said Jack : " WE place ( placing ) hopes against the flow.
That is some good , deep write that needs contemplation...
A great one...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Sami, I am so happy you stopped by to read this. Not my noraml style, as I was trying something a li.. read more
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

I was going to say that in the review. Really. Wow but since you have said it I truly agree...Have a.. read more
As I cry
My tears sprout wings and flee from my face
To my knees
Finding only the jagged earth to rest
poignant. I like the shift from almost surreal verses to the above that reminds me of a chorus. This piece has a lyrical feel to it - its forlorn - yet that choice -"I choose to breathe" I didn't miss that - it gives the work a lift. A fighting stance. Nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Wow, thank you so very much. truly I appreciate your kind words. I just posted this a few minutes ag.. read more

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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