and the highlow wind never ceases to blow
and the highlow wind never ceases to blow belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Core [C.O.R.E], Deep Within, Freedom In Words & Art, Light In The Darkness, The New Beat Generation, The Red Writing Room, Up & Coming Writers, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!, WMG and Writing: Persuing HappinessSituations strip you of something. Have joy airplane its way in and the stewardess greets you with a sickle. You’d pay the price and regurgitate African stew. I don’t mind joy, spreaded like jam, and always
on that bitter black burnt toast that undercurrents the sour bun of my life.
Relationships milk you of something. You say here’s a mould, I’d love to pour my semen and jokes into some shape I can hang on the Christmas tree. With all the discontent and hail of being alone, grant me shape, any shape will do, and yet
set with not an ounce of hurricane you settle for the swill of sugarcane.
Life robs of you of something. I’ve always liked the idea of paying in advance. Like the great Gurdjieff says… why should Nature squeeze it out of you like an olive press when you could open a vein upon waking? I like the peace of desparation, and still
I hate my lonesome emanations, alone in a world full of loners.
Everybody, of yourself, wants something. No buttercup stains your chin more than Expectation. So many times I’ve woken up keen about yesterday’s dream only to find my body is full of rain, God gave me this persistent discomfort; cloud tension.
Grant me the type of conversation where the humidity won’t
choke me. Please.
Staying safe in the aftermath of mace, I wipe my eyes with chilli stains. I’d love to walk on my knees but I’m condemned to my heels. Every situation takes something from me, something I cannot replace. And it becomes more clear that there’s one,
only one thing I could possibly do to save face, and I still couldn’t say what it was.
Copyright. 2009.
Chaharra Gilman
Yay awesome work jim :)
jim marshal replied
Thanks Cha, nice to hear from you :)
gerrardt
this is amazing! i enjoyed it and it went well with how exhausted i feel today about “life” and “people”
jim marshal replied
thanks mate, i know the feeling well. Take care.
hsien-ku
yes. G and the Taoists are in agreement. there is another use for that energy – and other ways to generate/accumulate it. what we are accustomed to in the west does not serve all purposes. security is not the only worthy goal. there are others. your writing is insightful, strong and purposeful. visiting here is always a great pleasure and an inspiration.
jim marshal replied
Yes, we have an enormus obession with profit… as if life is some bank that we must break into if we want to “live a good life”. But in truth its the other way round. Thanks for your comment, you are such a gift.
bill bell
I’d love to walk on my knees but I’m condemned to walk on my heels did it for me. I’m also a sufferer of cloud tension, you write amazingly Jim :)
jim marshal replied
You know about that? Thanks Bill, your words are valuable. Cheers.
Lisa Jewell
Jim,
There are so many lines here to highlight.
Truly I say to you,
You make a person such as me
Feel less alone.
Brilliant. x
jim marshal replied
If I can do that for just one person I am happy. x
erich biemer
keep writing like this…..i’ll walk on my knees for all of us…..
namaste
jim marshal replied
thank you my friend.
Mariam Muradian
Your words are not like a brandy that wafts and slips smooth down the very back of the throat.
Your words are not a tart lemonaide, making the head shake and the taste buds daring another sip.
Your words are not like an effervescent or a tonic.
Your words are like a dedicated milky absynthe process.
Your words are like all we take in and swallow with a gulp.
So many excellent lines and facets and flavors here.
Like a lover that takes you on every piece of furniture in the house (pardon)!
You express so well what we all know to be true of life. We feel the exhaustion with you.
You do make the reader not feel so alone.
Bravo!
Blessings.
jim marshal replied
My god I don’t think I’ve ever got such a poetic and beautiful comment as this one. I will treasure it always. x
Wordslinger
This kind of reminds me of William Burroughs way of writing. He would sometimes write then cut all of his sentences up with scissors then randomly rearrange them and it would create some fantastic poetic stories. Well done, amazingly entertaining.
wingsoffire
This is a fabulous work of art crafted from within your soul. Beautiful!!!!!
Cassidy JK (Ra...
Brilliant writing, and congratulations for having it featured in the VaVoom blog!