Jeff's Poetry

a glint in the eyes, a fire an elbow digging into hips or a vibe so thick it may as well have been solid. but. the lawyer is unable to make up

smells like gasoline - but the park is sunny, rain and dark weather long gone thus the wariness appears. gone. a spark, in other places, a spark of love, is fire, a good kind and this time it was a bomb,

and falters she does, the clumsy ballerina topples - lands on her face with an audience slightly taken aback when money was paid to see the finest. alone by the cafe, a stranger to all in a little town: the outcast stares at her with

red equates anger, red means love, red has to be blood lust - red can be romance, red is the color of roses ask me not why the red sea churns, how dense it is, dense could be stupid, dense could mean the accumulation of all these

come to me, sweet and natural, and i was just a boy - wanting to be an adult. i explored the world with rebellion, for the expected seemed lifeless, boring, banal: who's keeping the good stuff?

a man with gold buys a golden statue, and ask the workers: is that not wonder? but he already knows the answer, for the blushing damsels are always going pink when they brush past - like a canvas dripping ink, rainbow colors splattering across the sky

it is true as you say, dear lilith that you have done nothing save being practical. and i pour upon you the gravest of judgement because of ideals not proven, save faith.

dogmatic views over pragmatic concerns and two waves clash. it is easy to erase wrinkles with a hot iron, i give people what they want.

let my voice be heard, for surely this doubt, this reflection, this alternative explanation - meets with a favored nod, a smile, quite like love, when grace means keep your sins, painted dolls tucked deep in a house filled with dead flowers and weed.

today i heard a voice say, i had only good intent - security, to feel alive, then went out on a spree to paint the town in what can only be described as vandalism, the court ruled penalties. vessels brush by spirits, unaware of these demi-gods,