Jeff's Poetry

skin deep

December 28, 2025 · Artifact

sure wish it was different when this is supposed to be an exception. how the mind plays games! seeing things not quite there, pretending this is still grade school when hair has turned white, a man reflects, finds nothing to hold on to - gasps, breathes deeply only to find fire. fire you never said was there, blank space, in between the lines, the gray or pretend a regime must last forever, sure suited you. exception, how the words reiterate, chasing tails, round about while i try to meditate, to make sense of chaos of nonsense, it was all that. you said to not deviate from what was right right was defined by? then the mountain crashed, the sea stopped moving, because it too has heard it all too often, to no longer care when skin deep no longer covers, no longer covers bullets breaking skin i wish it did not. i could never say, never, never, never dare, shame, blasphemy, insurgent labels - did it matter? sipped like wine, fallen soldiers no longer caring of heaven or hell when this scale tips the balance. a balance you maintained when it sure suited you, not for me when time erodes all even you - a god without a face. faceless you can you still name yourself? huh, what's that ... ... for i can no longer hear dying breaths amidst the icy winter, snow falling on fire, fire blinks, falls asleep you never sleep, rage, disguised, changing faces no longer works this time like seasons, breathing warm air only to come stronger the next time around, i've heard your pitch. hail, hail, hail the god that failed even if you never called yourself as such. sublime, transform, condense, into skin. perfect, flawless, just how i and you like to pretend this to all be. no games, no nothing, just reality, reality layered in one long skin of bliss skin. it's just skin.

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