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jeRRy whaLLey added 2 blog posts
March 26
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, making it c…
February 18
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, where the…
February 18
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 what dead f…
December 25, 2009
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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…
December 25, 2009
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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 too -- when we look even deeper then, again we look some more, what we thought the weight of the world, is real…
December 17, 2009
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next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky and sigh, there'll be a glimmer in your eye ... what if light is the language of Star and Star is the language of night and night is the feeling of ineffable space where the infinite writes insi…
December 5, 2009
jeRRy whaLLey added a blog post
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,…
November 28, 2009

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jeRRy whaLLey

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, too early,
by black-billed Magpies cawing in the trees,
by movies, music and whom-ever… Continue

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

jeRRy whaLLey

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 water-crystal in your… 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 synaptic-brain,
where lightning sings,
into a flashing of your eyes,
as if an eye could gleam,
between you an… 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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Truth lies prostrate
It has to be revealed
In it’s nakedness...
This is the job of the artist.

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