While In My Mind

Never rush a word on a page when it comes through the torrents of incoherencies.  Never divide your attention between your thinking and your ambitions. Leave all there is to distraction in a heap of the mess that it makes.  So says the thoughts of the evening as piano keys lure me into their recitings of melodies that play across the room. While I in my mind wait patiently for the stirrings of worded heavens to open their windows and invite me into their presence for the momentous tellings of a days worth of thought.  A day fraught with demands not my own prying both thinking and hands away from the moments yet to become my safe place.

Speak not of moments renderings when all the world is scattering,
Winds of nonsense through your mind, cast them out and reach to find,
The moments where a soothing sound, stopped the madness all around,
Picked you up and carried you, through the dark skies casting hues,
Of shadows lurking, of hearts forsaking, of menacing words that are belating,

Every freeing, lovely thought that you’d rather think than not.

Find a love to love with haste, make no excuse for its grace,
Wrap it ‘round you feel its care, enjoy every pleasure there,
In the moments while it’s near, giving you such joyful cheer,
Make it yours in every way, color in every display,
Fill your mind with all it gives ,so that you both shall surely live,

Past the moments where for reasons, you were conjoined in a season. Make the memories in your mind, write them in your every time,

Leave them where they can be found, on moments notice, all around, To remind you of given solace, to protect you from anger’s choices,

That would take your heart from you, to play you for its chosen fool, Keep them close to every breath, blink of eye and don’t regret,

Being your own voice in ways, that others have no time to place.

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

So Speaks the Words of Solace

People often enjoy the benefits of other people's faiths in goodness while they’re condemning or trying to humiliate another person.  However, if it wasn’t for the millions of people who choose to believe in the goodness their lives can give others, the people who condemn them would be left to defend themselves against foes much bigger than themselves that have no respect for anyone.  

We take for granted everyday when we go about our way,
All the wishes, thoughts and prayers that others offer when they care,
Never stopping once to think about the moments that are synced,
To the times we go about, our days and nights within, without,
Our daily lives upon our waking, as we live them as we’re making,
Timely schedules for all the things, that demand our personal beings,
To show up present, be on time, our best foot forward to combine,
The tasks before us to perform, to make sure that they do conform,
With expectations of our employment, whether or not it gives enjoyment,
We sigh from weary sleepless nights, we can’t seem to do anything right,
We fuss and fidget with all the cares, that to others eyes seem unaware,
Of the lethargies that we’ve fought, all the doubts and distraughts,
That plague our aching bodies for, more of us than what it is good for,
We often forget that others around us, have the same problems and mindsets,
Of family obligations of stretched finances, of personal hurts and distresses,
Feeling as though we go life alone, as unwanted burdens and well dressed drones,
Gathering strength from all of the places, that encourage our lives in search of graces,
To ease our thoughts that are rushed and hurried, from the obvious hurts and worry,
Instead of seeing the atmospheres where we are guarded from the fears,
That round about us could be lurking, if other people weren’t looking,
To wear a smile upon their face, to speak kindly about the places,
They have found to be a treasure, to their lives as they endeavored,

In overcoming grief and strife, although their lives were in a fight,
Against the battles of the mind, where light and darkness there preside,
To win our thoughts and thus our lives, then breed a pattern to reside,
Within our souls where we determine, the good and bad and if to spurn,
A moment we will carry on, to give another right or wrong,  

The results of our choosing, chaining another or so by loosing,
Them from all their worried thinking, that lies beneath their appearance being,

Needing to know they’re welcomed there, away from the concerns that they bare,

Oh what good it does to know, that all around us good can grow,
Because a prayer was said before, a weary mother walked out a door,

To take her place behind a counter, to greet you when your hunger matters,

And earn the money she receives, from a job she desperately needs,

To her it is an answered prayer, a lighter burden for her to bare,

A gift from heaven not a curse, that God delivered for her purse,

And ah the measure of a joy, that multiplied within the boy,

Whose wish was granted when you gave, a tip that bought his gas that day,

What satisfaction we would gain, if when faced with daily strains,

We remembered all the people, who spend their days shunning evil,

Depending on the lessons taught them, by their leaders, fathers, mommas,

To think better of themselves, and give those respects to everyone else,

No matter where their feet may go, no matter what they think they know,

Leave a good impression there and show those around you that you care,

With a good thought, with a blessing, with a wish, without stressing,

Lives where your eyes cannot see, all the prayers and the beliefs,

That give to you every day, the learned benefits of their faiths,

In words of comfort and encouragement, in acts of friendship spreading merriments,

With cheerful words and thoughtful wishes, against the hateful, spiteful disses,

That others swear for no good reason, except that with their reasonings of treason,

They turn against the ambrosias of life, to harbor hate and instill strife,

Without regret and remorse, to disrupt all the splendid choices,

Where people took the time to think, about the life that they were living,
Wanting to make bright the days, when they were in a darker place,

Deciding love of life was good and that with others that they should,

Live in peace and find every way, they could find to live their days,

Without the need of hurting others, without the wants of destructive behaviors,

Within the magic of forgiveness, that blesses every soul that seeks it, 

To shed the hurts that it has suffered, to know that their life is what matters,

To someone, somewhere when they learned that love accepts and never turns,

Its back against you for any reason and is the gift that gives all life meaning.

Jade Jaspers

 



 

Except For To Find Light

For what is writing or reading except for to find light.
A window or lantern or lamp to make bright.
The words on a page that welcomes you there.
Containing a visual idea to be shared.
Of intrigue or suspense or a journey through both.
To encourage your imagination to wonder and coast.
Down long winding roads through portals of time.
To swim across channels and find mountains to climb.
With characters you meet, without fear or hesitation.
From all walks of life and various locations.
Inviting you in from the darkness of days.
To provide you with friendships that can't be displayed.
In everyday scenarios of living day to day.
While there's work to be done and bills to be paid.
And people who care not for relationships.
Unless they are the center of your attentive gifts.
For words are the footwork of many a thought.
That encourages your mind to believe in what's taught.
Ambitions and courage, friendships and love,
values of things you have never been part of.
To keep away darkness that creeps in through times.
When no one is there with you there by your side.
And tries to surround you and hold you instead.
In chains of it's abusing thoughts lacing your head.
Taking the window seat away from your chair.
Turning off lights to tug at your hair.
To taunt and to plunder your known world of such.
Words, faces, places that offer you much.
More to think about at any given time.
Spaces and destinations the words make to combine.
You to the light for which you need to see.
To destroy the endless dark that would ever be.
There to stop reading how a warm's summer day.
Became a years adventure through a most distant place.
Where cobble stone roads, lined with old stone buildings,
gave way to a party and people swinging from ceilings.
Then brought together people for an adventure to share
upon yonder mountains in search of treasures rare.
And two unknown souls who had never met,
learned to face the difficulties of their journey without frets.
Over coming difficulties, raging rivers, sharp rocks.
Leading them to a cavern, and campfire coffee pots.
Instead of the dark which leaves the mind reeling.
From no visions to expand or living life feelings.
That explain to you newness of a friend is okay.
To enjoy and return to another along the way.
For what is writing or reading except for to find light.
A window or lantern or lamp to make bright.
The words on a page that welcomes you there.
Containing a visual idea to be shared.

Jade Jaspers

In Search of Others Pleasing

When dark of night fades from day with all it's luminosity
I gather thoughts of places and faces to encourage my curiosities
Of what it is to be alive in a world where people are busied
Within their lives, forged of ideas and eyes, gathered from the tizzies
Where life has placed them there to be among the throngs of time
Never noting circumstances were engaged to wheels of design
Oh how they rush to ebb and flow without their own minds knowing
That every second ticked away was a moment of life that was growing
Into another moment when they might have need of satisfying
Something other than their flesh which silently is trying
To fill the gaps left in their mind of all their wishful thinking
As they lived among their days in search of others pleasing

Jade Jaspers

In a Day's Time

Can you read between the lines of the words placed in designs
Can you bare the heavy burden of their care
Can you place yourself aside from the feelings which abide
In the moments where the words begin to share
The times when others choose to shun while about their lives they run
While I sit to place my thoughts upon a page
Where no eyes can truly see all the places in between
All the letters, words and rhythms of an age

Could a moment that you read be a trite just to believe
In a world that's ruled by choice is there to be
Could a phrase turn on a dime as it falls out metered time
To become more than just some act to later read
For a self sat on a shelf where it's mind reminds itself
That to think is more than just a thought to see
Could you believe that such a thing is as lively as the rain
When it's beginnings start to stop then begin again

What child's imagination could accept such visitations
From a chore applied to them years long ago
That as it grew much older and the world around it bolder
That the child sought comfort in the words that told
Visions rhymed of words and singing cheerful thoughts worth the bringing
Days of light to the darkness all around
While the other people there around the child where it was scared
Had no idea how much the dear one liked the sound

Of a simple word like apple sounding much like words like dabble
Crackle, babble, tackle, saddle, rattle, paddle
Turned an ordinary day into such a game-full way to play
With a friendly thoughtful life bloomed in a faddle
And a phrase like star lit night could become such a delight
To a weary mind that needed sweet release
From the years of yearning tensions and the stresses never mentioned
Finding words their safest place to find an ease

Oh would you try to see all the worlds there are to be
Strewn in character lettered sentences and phrases
Where what others might see there is not what the writer shared
To be a deep or meaningful moment in other places
It was only for a time written down to bring to mind
All the wonderful lives that words can bring to life
Reminiscing a thought of view from a life of where it construes
The many places that could bring it joy and laughter

Giving it's world a love to love and a brighter future of
This day forth and happily ever after


Jade Jaspers

Behind the Grin Lines

Do not disturb the calm of life inside a quiet mind

For if they tell you all they think many others find

Their importance and priority does not exist there

Within the solace of a thinker outside of their snares

Who only want to taunt the mind with false impersonations

Of a living life that grows behind their expectations

Take for instance on this day as I sat to write

The tawdry influence of another decided me to slight

With their need of attention which is unjust to me

Because my ideas of my day forsake their will to lead

My own ideas, my ways of doing, what I would do other

Than partake of their mistakes to slight and wound another

Don’t take for granted gentle souls who steer clear of opinions

Because they learned well long ago opinions have no meaning

When they’re placed, pronounced, projected as an urgent need

Behind the grin lines of the farces that weave just to deceive

Jade Jaspers