Is Then I Remember

It is then I remember the carefree days of gentility 
Where the motion of winds were not 
And the cool of the day challenged the night
Shining it's light brighter than all the stars
Into the face of my memory 
Where no one has truthfully been as I know
Nor no one has seen as I've saw to describe it's ambitions
Realizing that as humanity kept time to it's schedule
Imagination lived on in wishes and prayers
Reaching ever outward to a far distant land
Where it remained untainted by obligations
Unharmed by loathsome jealousies or hostility 
Providing for itself the sanctity of life
Well nourished and well kept  
So that it may exist in all its innocence alive and loved
For the sake of no other reason than for it to thrive
In all of the places where it is welcomed unthreatened.  

It is then I remember the magic of appreciation
The adoration of friendship, the godliness of living everyday given me
Without judgement or condemnations for wanting the explorations of life
Where no other journey is forthcoming in a predetermined world
Set in its own ways by its own values
Where the color of an autumn leaf is blended into all color
Rather than the individual shade, shape and distinctive decoration given it
By the many modes of the atmospheres where they gather on trees
Where patterns of gradual change are constantly creating the newness of another day
Into the eons of realities to be individually viewed by the partakers of its viewing

It is then that I remember the visions in sleep where once I am free
To be transported to where I can see unaided by human or hand
Aloft in the winds gently welcoming me into their presence
Unencumbered by depravities or realities, lighter than feather or molecule
Standing atop clouds in both day and night amidst stars and sun, sky and all else
Neither wearied or burdened by earths weight or expectations
Visually absorbed into the clearness about me as I move through corridors of extensional heavens
Lingering in the ethos where time is not, neither is concept of times nothingness
Alleviating the mindless toils of to (day, morrow, night)
Enlightening the senses of innocence bellowing weightlessness
Neither forced nor motioned among atmospheres of ever after and beyond

It is then I remember being alive full of life, eager and well rested
Ready for the moments that once again bring me into the realms of all others
Who depend on their need of me and I of them as we journey through times gates
Accepting our earthened lives as our greatest joys, our endless beings
Where living is the language both spoken and unspoken between understanding and appreciation
Knowing the moment is now where we are and leading to where we will be
Together or apart always aware of each the other beyond measure in our blending
Of thoughts, words and deeds so that we become whom we are in this our now living
Able to append as we are to each other so as to never short change our oneness
Relying on dedications and ambition to carry us ever onward to destinations
To keep well our own longings for the divinities inside us to ward away all harm
That would otherwise divide us from ourselves in solidarity as our self in individuality

It is then I remember blades of grass in their infinite sovereignty
Maintaining each their own existence, cool beneath feet on hot summer days
Holding the earth in its gentle grasp adorning both mountains and plains
Teaming with life under its shade springing with flora where wanted
To feed even the smallest creature hidden in its jungles of wilderness far from eyes view
Offering the visitations of many a being to pay it no mind in their travels hither and forth
As it bends beneath their weight then stretches out again to become once again itself
Frozen by winters waters while hovering close to its roots still maintaining its cycle of life
Older than passing clouds, stronger than ripping winds, cleansing the filth from the air
Enduring forever, covering the earth, keeping it alive as itself a single blade
Maintaining its individuality among all others conjoined with its likeness in all others
Reproducing generations for generations becoming and bequeathing itself to become anew

It is then I remember water in all it's various stages from solidity to fluidity
Evaporating and replenishing itself and all it touches, from mountains to seas
Through both fields and valleys, watering flower and tree, washing away heat
Ebbing and flowing, bringer of life to all people regardless their lot among the living
The carrier of human souls through every tongue and nation
Passing through our existence, ferrying imaginations in countless story and rhyming legend
In need of care as much as our lives so like us it may continue to gift universe and condition
With it's mystery of creation without contamination pursued for its values more than gold
Uncomplicated in its simplicity or its patience to shape our future,
It's purity our saving strength, it's weakness thereof our destruction
Pouring in streams, waving through lakes to channel through rivers
No living thing its enemy, all living things in its demand, awaiting its arrival

It is then I remember humanity of which I am a part
My breaths and steps along it my deliberate longing to live among it
In my own way, as everyone else, in my birthright given me by creation
As in tears so with laughter. as in anger so with my stoic nature
Through my insomnia to my longing to slumber among the softness of my own femininity
Where the gentleness of my thoughts are the truths that holds me softly
Cradling me in hours of restful wonders where no harm or hurt exists
No strength nor logic needed save only to relax and linger in the supple nature of my mind

Jade Jaspers

Where I Walk With You

In the journals of my mind where I walk with you All is calm, all is well, all is as we choose. No tears to hold, no fears to know, no plight to struggle through In the gardens of my existence where I walk with you. A step we make, a waltz we dance, our smiles of mirth are true Keeping narratives in my mind where I talk with you. No adversary to oppose, no circumstance to bruise The gift of opportunity to share a walk with you. Our minds are freed to rummage life in search of all our dues To fill our time as we embark on the walk I walk with you. No need to falsify ambitions or feelings misconstrue In the woven threads of being where I walk with you. Jade Jaspers

Our Always Us

Raindrops on my window, music playing soft
Wrapped in sheets of comfort, your face fresh in my thoughts
Early morning hours, tomorrow a day away
Rest your mind and body, I hear your quiet voice say Don’t linger in the could be or what might be tomorrow

Don’t shy away from heaven’s gates dredging through past sorrows
Love now these tender moments, this place of you and me
Remember life is always in every breath you breathe Take time to linger with me as night fades into day
And greet each star with open hearts as if they guide our way

Across earth’s barren heartaches to shores of misting bliss

Where hands entwine as does our minds then lingers in our kiss That tastes of lucid havens beyond our mortal minds

Needing not a word or phrase to explain them or define
The moments needed now in life, to feel a lover’s blessing
As you try to ease the pains that keep you from your resting Close your eyes dear lover, put off the weight of care

And know that I am with you in thoughts of love so rare

Within the arms of comfort beyond the face of time

Holding you inside the love we both crave to reside In our waking living days as we go about

The everyday where we are now forced to live without

The trueness of a soul’s desire, the gifts of passions trust

Searching for the time and place we find our always us  Jade Jaspers 

The Romance of the Writer

Note the minds searching for the uniqueness of idea to expound upon while it hushes all other stimulus that invades it's inner spaces realizing that phrase worthy cadence is in of itself the most essential element of bringing together the idea of moment. The idea of leading myself in thoughts to a yet unacquainted place where the romance of the writer is entwined with the words in the writing in an intimate arousing of the subject where all other would be subjects are lost to the attention of the mind's penetrating exercises in exploration. An inner galactic explorer on its venture to discover the confines of the eager mind it has acquainted itself with for years; reminiscing first one idea then another until it has resourced every formula of variant needed to feel appeased by the moments to which it has passed through. The euphoria of the meeting building to an avid pitch waiting anxiously for the moments when once again the eyes of the imploring flesh sees it's most desired affection; the decadence of the moments waiting to be tasted as a saving drop of water upon the softened lips of it's lover. The fingers of the individual fidgeting awkwardly through mundane tasks in the days past has wasted it's time prying the soul of mind in unmeant directions for its survival which is needing the breath of the passions living to release it from the everyday sentiments of the plastic screens separating it from what requires it, to where it would plunge with all haste, to define the ever wantoned design of it's being.

It is a place where the minds of millions dare not to go in search of for lack of confidence in the findings of the travelling required to breach it's thick walled etiquette, intimidated by the expanding visions that might lay before them. An environment of atmospheres where the scents of undisclosed objects wake future possibilities rather than memories of past experience; and the visionary quests change from first one scene then another under the all watchful eyes that search for the perfection of a meeting of the living with the creator of all creation; the impossible task of understanding the quantum variants of all possible lives to live; the supplications of the human condition molded from years of apostolic teachings only reaching as far as routine rather than experience.

The ideal surroundings are no more than willingness to begin in a room with nothing more than an expression taught writer and the unction to transform one's mind to describe distant mountain tops surrounded by steep cliffs that fall into bottomless valleys; then again into trails of lush greenery surrounding adventurous feet in search of solitude from the LED brightness of a brilliant city, encased with glass buildings, accompanied by like minded persons, who bring acknowledgement to hidden blooms of rare trees atop cave walls, like mountain laurel, taking care not to disturb the wildlife while gingerly stepping through brier barriers. Once there then onward to a secluded home of flowing drapes through open windows, plush carpets under tired feet, warm bath to melt away the sweaty smells from satisfied body of journey, to exquisite silks around damp skin, then lathered in lavish lotions and lain on thick cushions of untouchable softness where the body then frees mind, will and emotions to exhale the validations of their presence as natural as light appearing in all its varieties undaunted by the presence of dark or shadow knowing it's glow can not be vanquished. Living in the uninterrupted, with the complaints of in-valiant oppositionist, who have neither time nor want of such things, the hands explore vocabularies for things as simple as describing a silence in the moments where breathing is the rhythm of their thinking and the release from mandatory requirements to be, to think, to say this or that to appease and please a critic who is, was and will never be satisfied in the moments of anyone other than itself; find their opposition destroyed by the sounds of the breeze, the contented songs of birds, a cooing cat, and various other creatures going about their way unconcerned with the exploration of their activity.

To leave that where it is is then to venture through an array of elegant motifs placed in museums where the artists of our ancestries described their lives in the most available ways of their hands capabilities. Only to resurface among a foreign city where you can not understand the language of the predominating crowd around you yet are induced into happiness by the engulfing sights, sounds, and scenes while you stroll the vestibules of the town in search of food and accommodation with a dear friend who's companionship well fits your humor and thinking; pausing to take pictures of the things you find interesting, taking turns posing by landmarks of past days to celebrate the day you are both together where a million feet have trod before you and a million more will walk when you've moved on from this place.

Relinquishing those thoughts to a cloud of unknown quiet to refocus your visionary path into a time of becoming the vigilant wanderer of indescribable emotions that leads you to dare search for a lover for no more than the sake of knowing to question the flesh that epitomizes the demands of your own individuality who has the choice of their choosing in the way you would choose. Crossing eons of time lost in the sensual skin of the writers personal appeal, releasing their most intimate resources inside yourself to awaken and bring to life the breath of your longing to birth in them their pleasures. Once satisfied, leaving in understanding that the adventure shared would be carried elsewhere to a building where a work office demands a ringing phone, irritating coworkers, a perverted ill-tempered manager who insults your integrity, your life, your intelligence, your efforts and gloats in the fact that they never have to appreciate you as you are. The world around you is stale with the air of glossy tiles and stucco walls, flat white paints, and computer equipment; and the face in the mirror of the restroom in front of you doesn't seem to be no more alive than the digital picture of a person on your phone. Leaning forward you stare into your own eyes noting the subtle colors that compose them then drift back into memory of the moments of imagination where the birds woke you from a tree outside your bedroom window welcoming you to a new day and a lover questioning if they would ever see you again. With no promises made, as to not break them, the last whisper of their kiss lingering only momentarily as the next thought encourages the adventurous thinker into scaling the skies with the thoughts of a storm cloud, gathering rains over a dry valley, where even the most seasoned garden is silently whispering a prayer to a god, a goddess, a person, a passer bye to water it's wishes for survival; reaching past what is presently available into the atmospheres that surround it pleading for relief and more than a day's satisfaction.

Such is the individual delving into the mind of the unknown world it craves, to sate the known world in which it is present; to ease the burden of their want, and please the unfulfilled queries of their thinking that cries to them like a newborn child in search of comfort from a caring parent who never hesitates to quench the discomfort of its offspring that is unable to tend to it's own needs.

Jade Jaspers

Tumultuous Intimidation

And then for a moment my mind drifts to all the places it has visited over the years. All of the miraculous beauty it has gathered from faces and places, sounds and scenes to resurrect the want of goodness as the will to endeavor as a true soul alive with the urgency of living; allowing the eye catching color of compositions in another's face to decorate my wants of unexplored longings, the multi colored tints of their hair to inspire my need of gentleness, the tones of voices to lead me beyond the barricades of isolation where no eye can see inside me. Unfettered with the nuances of nostalgia inside a plethora of riddled muddle, my thoughts rise like a light as to not disturb the living committed to imprisoned ideas wrapped in learned thinking, categorized and cataloged according to their own purposes. The eyes of my searching, scanning all could be existence, knowing there is always a better idea of indulgence to sate lost hopes of dreams born to be demolished by the hands of man. Only the ridiculous would call such visionary journeys a "dreamers rebellion", only the most absurd would call it a waste of time, for life is many things society can't ransack to sale or construct to coalesce into another's destruction. For thoughts are as they are; free to explore yearnings unattended by fates. Useless to those who compute value by numerical dividends. For they rise and fall like the evenings dew to evaporate in mornings light where the ingenuity of industrial adversaries have relinquished their abilities to innovate demolitions as mastery; leaving behind the creation of living and being alive in harmony with all life as it is. Ah, the exhilaration of consideration illuminating the inward garden of soul needed hope from quiet times spent in repose; appreciated only for what they are. And while heaven is described as a distant mirror of being alive, my eternal now displaces the ancient teachings of obedience to fornicate among the ideas of it existing ever present in each of us, wanting only to be acknowledged for what it could be to all as a place in our life. The genteel voice of assurance that comforts all inner strife, granting the welcoming acceptance of a passionate compassion that casts out all fears giving birth to anguishing hates; soothing again the minds of wearied bodies with delicate touches of acceptance. An endless outpouring of protection against greed's destruction's as dictated by soulless congregations of militarized, political, computerized preachers in new age rags made from the burial cloths of their professions. Bare with me love, as my hands search for words to describe the unrecorded moments of swimming in the seas of your enticing being. Where all understanding is unspeakable within such confines of human opinion which prod us for our attention; while our unyielding wantonness of a pure truth in pleasured thoughtfulness can only be created by the elements of our knowing what it is that propels our desire to create from our existences the oceans in which we would swim, in search of lost treasures, ravaged by times tumultuous intimidation. Jade Jaspers

Only

Forget the propaganda of the agenda’s

Life itself is bigger than the advertising anyway

While the bustling hustlers push for their promos

Hiding behind screens covered with homos (sapien)

To produce the atmosphere conducive for exploitations  

Excuse my use of literary prowess to tweak you

As it searches me for a path to today's existence

It’s one of those living things that seeks breath and light

To abide in the world to which it hopes to appeal (my own)

As a worthwhile accommodation pleading me

To take the day as it presents itself on my own level

Without the upgrading volumes of nonsensical notions

That neither prove nor disprove the fabrications

Of illusions, forging delusions, amongst the masses

In wantonness, needing personalized human experiences

Battling ever after the motions of notions presented as life

Where living in a presentness is to be present in the now

As a citizen of humanity in need of it’s own humanity

Able to communicate without technology

Capable of movements impaired by directional tutorials

Reaching its own potential as a natural predecessor

Within the continuation of occupation among planetary activities

As I clean out all the unnecessaries of over inflated imaginatives,

Keep to the simplistics of ritual routines within day to day livings,

Uninterrupted or intruded upon by mortal steps of redemption;

Where no giant has ever stepped, no god has ever disclosed

And no man has ever trod on, this side or that, of heavens and hells.

Myself reaching down deep where the words of a million generations

Have pooled into contexts and pretexts of expressions

Lilted and littered to describe each another as wanted desires

And desires of the unwanted, stomping on the dreams of sanity

With over sized shoes, painted faces and silk scarves

Where the mastiffs of ingenuity are no longer expressions,

Rather repetitions, boarding the express ways of conformities.

Where I have played among the contents of pasteurized nouns

Forsaken the climb over established writing procedures

Dedicated to the wordlings of monumental predicates while

Dabbling in the puddles of non poetic procedures to produce

A variant of a muddled worded meringue that satisfies

The need of feastivities among my senses seeking refuge

Where it is allowed to expand and evolve as it wills to be present

Among the peoples for which it seeks to be a living part of

As a reality without reason or rhyme, only to be

Jade Jaspers

And Built Instead

She stood upon the cusp of day to greet the morning light
Opening her mind and soul to all the good she might
Find to bring into her life to cheer herself and others
Pleased to welcome all the splendor found of nature's wonders
Within the world she had known each day before the now
That she had gathered over time to see her through the scowls
From others who'd not time nor faith to greet her as friend
In their existence forged by ideas that blocked their sights within
A shallow world of one opinion excluding the value she gave
To be allowed inside their lives where only chaos they craved
She braved them all with a smile forgave their lack of knowing
That what she carried in her life was worth her minds bestowing
In gentle words from whispered breaths to flower, sky and those
Who thirst to know the softness of a calming, caring soul
She gave no place to hateful actions that curse the good in life
She gave no thought to hurtful words to plague another's mind
She gave herself every good thought of what could be made better
She cheered her mind, she wiped her tears, she greeted love where ever
It could be found alive and well to be a part of a whole
Gave to those who plant, grow, bloom the gardens of the soul
Where no man's eyes can see or touch with fleshly human hand
Nor can be robbed, pillaged,  plundered by greed's ungrateful plans
Like stars she counted as a child making them her diamonds
So no matter where her feet stood she would always find them
Quiet, still, lighting paths across the dark that would
Swallow up the universe if only that it could
Rid itself of such simple joys that please such innocent wonders
Bringing happiness to the lives like hers and many others
It's there she found the strength to believe in her way of loving
It's there she realized the tasks her soul found worth betrothing
To live each day inside the bliss that grew from year to year
Within her mind where she did find the gifts that robbed the fears
Of their hate, of their power, of their constant bickering
And built instead a love in her head that conquered both wars and kings

Jade Jaspers

No Stale Illusion

No soul alone on mother earth has saw a more colorful sight
Than the living eyes who rise to greet the morning's light
No sweeter breath has e're been breathed than when it's breathed in silence
For it stills the mind from time releasing all that would require it
No warmer fire can be so warm from a wood or hearth
Than can be found inside the embrace of a true love's arms
No man can dare to understand the grace that can't be bought
Without the knowledge of the weak who struggle each step they walk
No picture book, no story wrote, no poem or prose from pen
Could adequately describe the life and times of all of those who live
No height of cloud nor depth of sea can measure a life's worth
When measured on a tilted scale that robs them of living mirth's
No word of mouth nor thought of scorn can take from quiet minds
The treasures burrowed within the moments where we greeted life
No stale illusion nor bitter regret can displace a grateful being
Who loved all they know with an open soul within their own soul's keeping

Jade Jaspers 

Sons' of Mothers'

Sons' of mothers' take heed think better of yourselves
For we live our lives for you more than anything else
Our nature to nurture, to care for our looms
Deliverer's of life your sanctuary our wombs
Girls' of mothers' take heed think better of yourselves
For we live our lives for you more than anything else
Your nature to nurture, to care for your looms
Deliverer's of life future sanctuaries your wombs
Sons' of mothers' take heed think better of your sisters'
For without their nature you are left to be festered
Without their needed nature to care for your looms
Without life's sanctuaries from nurturing wombs 

Jade Jaspers (c)
 

Leaving Behind the Dream Child in Our Minds

We grow through life in wide eyed wonder growing day by day
Never knowing what will be from yester-years and ways
That we've past through as we traveled in our thoughts of being
Passing over, under, around, our many moments of living
From birth through youth into adults we sort and seek a path
To become a version of a person that consistently has
Sought to be a part of life in it's choices of shapes and forms
Deciding what we want to believe, dismiss, accept or transform
Inside society's many displays of hero's, successes and such
We learn that we are both great and small; capable and reluctant
In times when hardships and confusions take the stage to scene
All the wiles from living on with hopes and prayers and dreams
To survive the placidity's where we strive to conquer
Every day boredoms that measure time while our minds wonder
About a grandeur broader world waiting to be explored
Waiting only for us to take the steps through opened doors
Then we learn as we age that greater things can become
As we diligently apply the basic knowledge's that were learned
While we struggled to accept that life would narrow one day
Taking with it all the day dreams we carried along the way
Finding ourselves unpleased with our becoming, realizing time
Had marched right on about it's ways while inside our minds
We planned - one days, if only's, when they - along in daily moments
That were lived for someone else because we believed postponement's
Would one day usher in a place more suited to approach our dreams
Then bring them to life to live once more among our daily doings
Ah the innocence we rediscover, oh our stupid childish thinking
Carrying us through our most difficult fears while clock hands were silently ticking
Away the minutes we foolishly believed were wasted on faith in better
Were our only escapes from the taunting sadness that gave us strength to weather
Another's scorn, another's hate, while we offered our best to their service
Leaving behind the dream child in our minds who was the only one who deserved us

Jade Jaspers 

Beyond the Veil of Jeers

To discover yourself in the infinite of all eternities
Unencumbered with pretenses of life's insecurities
Searching not for the productions based on personalities
Delve deeper into your own consciousness within creativities
Bring all that you can remember to the show room floor
When thinking of the life you live and what you would explore
Place all emotions to the side make sure you don't implore
Mixed emotive stirred by others to block the open doors
Where memories from here and there travel in and out
Displaying all they bring with them flaunting all they clout
Light the stage where what is real to living turns about
Don't give them a nudge or push a smile or even a pout
Sort them as you would a box of seeds to grow a garden
Think of them as living beings will they grow or burden
Keep the ones look sure to grow as faithful and abundant
Toss away the others which produces angst redundant
For I believe that it is true life has it's own rewards
When giving grateful thoughts the time to bring our thinking forward
With faithful patience on our path for our self's and others
As does kindness, so does forgiveness, offering a harbor
From mixed realities described pre-scribed as a way of life
That causes more distress discomfort that what we can in bide
As a truth unto our selves with no experience in time
To compare as fact or fiction while our thinking strives
Through the days we live in now in the present tense
Living on a moments minute searching for a sense
Of honest existence to procure our life with good intent
Giving meaning to our truth with out another's dissent
So we can be as we can see our selves our lives as ours
Without the need to take away from others their desires
Alive inside their want of life reaching to aspire
To the depths and widths of their discernment that inspires
A step in time an open mind to brave to find a way
That would put them on a path to a brighter place
Where what is thought that can be lived on a different day
Finds itself alive and well welcomed pleased arrayed
As achievement as itself from step by step instructions
That lead one to a thoughtful deed rather than assumption
Shirking all the other thoughts that would've could've stunted
The rightful course that brought it forth from it being shunned
Placed in time as part of life that grew from day to year
Through the good times and the bad through both smiles and tears
That gave to those who could believe beyond the veil of jeers
A testament of faith's endurance that cleansed their life from fear

Jade Jaspers    

Don't Give Up Your Self

When dreaming about you dream with intent
About the things that to you have meant
Something worth acquiring time well spent
Don't give up your self for others hell bent
On describing the you they wanted to be
The angst and the ire of what they achieve
Don't listen to hustler's with trick laced sleeves
Keep your mind safe and centered to receive
The every day rations you've kept in your mind
For surviving the difficulties others leave behind
To wear you down gradually over spans of time
While they shuffle and deal your one and only life
In a stacked deck in a game you don't play
Leave them grasping the straws that would enslave
Your thoughts to a grind stone that they alone made
To be hope's demise on every given day
You open your eyes thankful for more to live
Knowing that inside you there's so much to give
To people you know who deserve the ideas
You tend to daily to encourage and lift
Them when they're troubled to ease their minds
A hand to lend helpful to others over time
At any given moment when they've lost their smile
If only to keep them company for a while
The human inside you is more than enough
To be all enduring when circumstances are tough
Without being desecrated by heckles from
Worries that weary the mind when it's roughed
Into believing that no one would care
About the better thoughts you've gathered over years
To be your faithful companions to cheer
You and others through life's unseen snares
Keep yourself centered in things that you know
Are good for your thinking and harbor control
Over burdens that weigh on your mindful soul
Allow your life to matter to you as you go
From one waking dream into another
Where every day ideas build up and gather
In abundance to shelter you from the chatter
About things you know are just meant to shatter
The you who has lived learning life's patterns
In waking affirming to do and think better
Than yesterday's version of what was gathered
To sift to believe to discard or to tether
Thoughts into actions to achieve what you'd rather
See in your life on a day to day basis
Without giving up or in to the masses
Who categorize lives through rose colored glasses
Heaping our lives into these those but misses
Individual choices and preferences in time
Where what you believe is thoughtful combined
Into your lives for achievements to find
That your dreams are not wasted dreaming about life

Jade Jaspers 

Opening the Windows in My Mind

Have you ever had one of those moments when
An idea goes through your thinking mind then
You think to yourself where did that come from
I've never thought like that since my life begun
The thought itself is mangled, abusive, assertive
Leaving the rest of my mind well alerted
To some intrusion of an ill wanted intent
Usurping my life with some dissing malcontent
That doesn't pertain to me in any way
Nor to my thinking that I live with each day
It's like opening a closet full of someone else's clothes
Where they came from, how they got there, I don't know
I only know that they're there and they don't fit
The sizes are all wrong they make me want to vomit
They're torn and tattered, unwashed and decayed
Reminding me that they're not mine in any way
So I refocus on my present, breathe deep and pray
To find things I treasure to believe every day
Clothing my thought self and ideas in such arrays
That destroys the door to those things which invade
Then take a step back from the doors in this mind
Return to my original beliefs that's designed
To usher in goodness's of laughter and smiles
Reminding myself to stay in what loves pure light
My inner mind to think better, myself to think clearer
With a view as my mindful self looking in a mirror
When what can be seen is only things behind
How I move forward from there is designed
As garments to clothe my thinking in ways
That is a reflection of what I want to portray
Well fitted clean clothes, bountiful textures
Kept from moths damages to colors that weather  
As an entire person who can turn away darkness
To be a help to others when facing those monsters
Who show up to trick us all first in our minds
To drag us down from the heights our thoughts climb
Seeing all living from a much broader view
Than the pathetic sick closet that smells of sewage
To keep myself here in the now where I'm at
Silencing the stragglers from some thing else's madness
Opening the windows in every room in my mind
To shine light on all of the right thoughts to find
Like food for the soul that nourishes and heals
Rescuing and satisfying my self that can feel
Love when it is love, calm where it is calm
Welcome where I am welcomed, safe from harm 

Jade Jaspers 

 

Make No Mistake

Every man is only as good as his word
Make no mistake
If you are told by any human or organization
Stressing loyalty and obligation
Any thing that isn't true to you
Then it is their word that decides who they are
It is their constant ideas infesting the minds of others
Their consistent revelations in making
That exposes them as themselves
Trustworthy or otherwise there is no disguise
When what one proclaims
Is the only fame that makes their name
Remember that when any one tries to shame
Some one with no control over any other
In any way on any day
A human is only as good as their word
Told to all broadcasted live and in color
With every skin tone represented by their own
Every nation every proclamation
We are all only as good as our word
Collectively greater bad or greater good
The masks are pulled off by their own hands
In their own lands while few understand
Expecting a new to make right
What for years is all wrong
In words and plays of the same song
Only changing names and faces
Continually discarding the human race
Including themselves for an idealism that
Excludes every thing that breathes
For a system that deceives which will eventually
Bring all life to their knees among their own pleas for help

Jade Jaspers