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Blog posts by jeRRy whaLLey Mar 26, 2010
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jeRRy whaLLey commented on jeRRy whaLLey's blog post 'Atlas pondered'
in the heart we see with Kali's realEYEs'd looks, this duality is a roiling Sea of creative-destruction unendingly ... Poetry is the emotion of motion crafted into a language only the heart can hear, like music resonating in your brain,…
Feb 18, 2010
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jeRRy whaLLey commented on jeRRy whaLLey's blog post 'days of shadow and sea'
I imagine that time sculpted is a picture, a moment captured in pixels of shadows cut into white, like words in black, fit in these forum boxes here writ, in binary, then ASCII, sculpted bit by bit 'til they reach your eye, then looked in,…
Feb 18, 2010
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jeRRy whaLLey commented on jeRRy whaLLey's blog post 'mostly take the terror out of your eyes'
we are complex creatures, at once deep and resonant of Natures finest flower, yet, dumb, numb seeking only personal power -- that's the rub, fer sure, what was once so innocent and pure becomes an artificial, glitzy, hungry thing, that's…
Dec 25, 2009
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mostly take the terror out of your eyes

it's in-between the breath,that silent-turn,from deep inside,rolling a-roundwith the sound,until it forms an aweor wonder, toothat your tongueinflects a tipping-out,passing by lips still wet with kiss,where trembling-air beginsto vortex 'n curl like waves upon a beach,push'd in inner-ear as ocean sound,re-sound again as bliss -and further into this, your whirl'dof curl'd synaptic-brain,where lightning sings,into a flashing of your eyes,as if an eye could gleam,between you and your simple…See More
Blog post by jeRRy whaLLey Dec 25, 2009
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Atlas pondered

Atlas pondered- the yoke we bear in time is space,the domain in which we view,all that's done comes back again,because we chose it to-- when we look even deeper then,again we look some more,what we thought the weight of the world,is really its only door ...See More
Blog post by jeRRy whaLLey Dec 18, 2009
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star talk, shadow walk

next time you look at those twinkles in the night skyand sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...what if light is the language of Starand Star is the language of nightand night is the feeling of ineffable spacewhere the infinite writes insight,with plasma roiling from its transmuting peninto particles 'n photons that zeal;that seems to me, to be so very real ...then our shadow we see,slow diving on the ground,is a reminder of the night we carry,everyday around***on journaling: if you don't…See More
Blog post by jeRRy whaLLey Dec 5, 2009
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timeless

in our measure of time there are curious circles filling our days,numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights,heavens moguls of tribulation 'n plight, that give or take away –though I spend my time, circling the horizon of my mind,seeing her in time 'n space as a congruence of my need, the sifting of my sieve,she is on the face of it, a timeless piece, a swinging pendulum of rhythms sway,a clock that circumscribes my day, and in every night as I watch her lay,time stopsand takes…See More
Blog post by jeRRy whaLLey Nov 28, 2009

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the adoration of another conflicted kanuk

the adoration of another conflicted kanuk



I love my mom

with unabashed cliche,

when we hug, when we

telephone, cross this kanuk-country



she used to play guitar,

plaints and paradisios mostly,

laying licks in a mushy maudlin key,

while thinking of my wee brother

billy and me,

fatherless sons,

a long way off,

left behind to be,

educated in the street,

especially the back alley,

by bees and blossoms, too early,… Continue

Posted by jeRRy whaLLey on March 26, 2010 at 12:30am

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words: wind and water - rhythm in Poetry

I see water as a movable-crystal, alive with many reflections, within which fractal-clusters assemble, like a snow-flake, then melt into another new glimmer of intelligent design, while easily modulated by intentional-percepts, landmarks and the numinous-fingers of planets and stars which form the sounds of words, I find.



The language of wind in the cadence of your heart-beat again, via lungs that swell to a twisting tongue that forms the words so well, free-formed from a… Continue

Posted by jeRRy whaLLey on March 25, 2010 at 2:30am

jeRRy whaLLey

days of shadow and sea

it's easy to remember

you in these pictures;

light's language of shadow

sculpting time

and

you are there

like a shell pounding out the sea,

laying back on the beach,

head sideways, your eyes closed,

knees buckled in the air

open to the Sun's

fingers of light reaching,

glistening there



I've not been the Sun

in your darkened places

since

the day you offered yourself

to the sky,

the day

I succumbed… Continue

Posted by jeRRy whaLLey on February 18, 2010 at 2:10pm — 1 Comment

jeRRy whaLLey

mostly take the terror out of your eyes

it's in-between the breath,

that silent-turn,

from deep inside,

rolling a-round

with the sound,

until it forms an awe



or wonder, too

that your tongue

inflects a tipping-out,

passing by lips still wet with kiss,

where trembling-air begins

to vortex 'n curl like waves upon a beach,

push'd in inner-ear as ocean sound,

re-sound again as bliss -



and further into this, your whirl'd

of curl'd… Continue

Posted by jeRRy whaLLey on December 25, 2009 at 5:33pm — 1 Comment

jeRRy whaLLey

Atlas pondered

Atlas pondered

- the yoke we bear in time is space,
the domain in which we view,
all that's done comes back again,
because we chose it to

-- when we look even deeper then,
again we look some more,
what we thought the weight of the world,

is really its only door ...

Posted by jeRRy whaLLey on December 17, 2009 at 11:00pm — 1 Comment

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