surprise
i wasn’t always looking, you know
i didn’t always know the way
your hands would feel holding mine
i wasn’t always searching for your lips
i cant justify how i managed to find
what i didn’t even think could be real
i don’t know how i knew that
it is your fingertips i need
like destiny against my skin
but even if i wasn’t looking,
and i know i wasn’t
i’m glad i found you
© JANE’06
28 February 2006
13 February 2006
DREAMED
dreamed
i search for you in auburn fields of fall
where paper dolls spin under red umbrellas and their
tafetta skirts made of sun rays dance across orange sky
the road there is long and weary
made of white houses that burst
so bright they are blinding and
they shoot into my retina and
for a moment i am blind from the inside out
seeing only the white future of winters
left crumbling on old sidewalks
i want to stop surviving
so that i can begin living
perhaps life is like a red carpet
that never stops unfolding and
i only know the frayed threads of
its worn edges
what it must be like to be
so far away from the end
to hold and to be held
by the fragrant winds of some
to be alive
you will still be around
when august falls
won't you?
copyright JANE 2/06
i search for you in auburn fields of fall
where paper dolls spin under red umbrellas and their
tafetta skirts made of sun rays dance across orange sky
the road there is long and weary
made of white houses that burst
so bright they are blinding and
they shoot into my retina and
for a moment i am blind from the inside out
seeing only the white future of winters
left crumbling on old sidewalks
i want to stop surviving
so that i can begin living
perhaps life is like a red carpet
that never stops unfolding and
i only know the frayed threads of
its worn edges
what it must be like to be
so far away from the end
to hold and to be held
by the fragrant winds of some
to be alive
you will still be around
when august falls
won't you?
copyright JANE 2/06
RANDOMN BURNING MAN THOUGHT #5
RANDOMN BURNING MAN THOUGHT #5
IF: bravery is doing that which frightens you
AND: you do not fear death
THEN:there is nothing brave about dying
copyright JANE 8/05
IF: bravery is doing that which frightens you
AND: you do not fear death
THEN:there is nothing brave about dying
copyright JANE 8/05
DOCTOR
doctor
doctor
i'm so sick
can't you help me?
i don't care how
just kill it, please
you've been
sitting behind that
glass for so long
looking in my eyes
taking notes
sacrifice me
i don't care
your dynamic touch
is a small price to
pay to end these
incessant dreams
that worm their way
spreading deeper
and deeper until
i can appreciate
their collective pulse
and anymore
i feel so sick
doctor
just fix it
cure me
change it
make me as
sterile as your
white lab coat
there's something
wrong here, doctor
it's been too long
and they won't take me
broken like
this, doctor
fix me
please
copyright JANE'06
doctor
i'm so sick
can't you help me?
i don't care how
just kill it, please
you've been
sitting behind that
glass for so long
looking in my eyes
taking notes
sacrifice me
i don't care
your dynamic touch
is a small price to
pay to end these
incessant dreams
that worm their way
spreading deeper
and deeper until
i can appreciate
their collective pulse
and anymore
i feel so sick
doctor
just fix it
cure me
change it
make me as
sterile as your
white lab coat
there's something
wrong here, doctor
it's been too long
and they won't take me
broken like
this, doctor
fix me
please
copyright JANE'06
16 January 2006
Living Dead
Living Dead
beep beep
keeps the heart pumping
its not the lungs that
give or take the air
or the muscles that
never seem to quit
it’s the doctor
with the beady eyes
the rimmed glasses
and the fear of dying
that keeps the beeps alive
copyright JANE’05
beep beep
keeps the heart pumping
its not the lungs that
give or take the air
or the muscles that
never seem to quit
it’s the doctor
with the beady eyes
the rimmed glasses
and the fear of dying
that keeps the beeps alive
copyright JANE’05
Tripping Paranoia
Tripping paranoia
don’t let her see
i’m lost here
words tucked under my tongue
i look for her but
she moves away toward
a hand on the back of my neck
warm fingers search
for art brought up alone
holding self, exposing only the thicker
skin this complex enigma
alone i am in love
so wonderfully beautiful
i am unveiled words
nude like a graceful body
with a scar that travels forever
flowing, going deep
under my skin
you pry me open
when i meet you in
your big brown eyes i see
restless intricate mist cowering
in the corner of a brilliant mind
don’t let her see
copyright JANE ‘1/06
don’t let her see
i’m lost here
words tucked under my tongue
i look for her but
she moves away toward
a hand on the back of my neck
warm fingers search
for art brought up alone
holding self, exposing only the thicker
skin this complex enigma
alone i am in love
so wonderfully beautiful
i am unveiled words
nude like a graceful body
with a scar that travels forever
flowing, going deep
under my skin
you pry me open
when i meet you in
your big brown eyes i see
restless intricate mist cowering
in the corner of a brilliant mind
don’t let her see
copyright JANE ‘1/06
13 January 2006
03 January 2006
untitled 01/03/06
like clock work
tick tock tick tock
molten mania
leaks through cracks
in [my] concrete walls
soft pinks
choked off by
orange lava
irons of irony
until the lines
between the lines
no longer seem as sharp
what color is the mode of perception?
copy right JANE'05
tick tock tick tock
molten mania
leaks through cracks
in [my] concrete walls
soft pinks
choked off by
orange lava
irons of irony
until the lines
between the lines
no longer seem as sharp
what color is the mode of perception?
copy right JANE'05
14 December 2005
Kris & Rozz
Kris and Rozz
she sings in smoke filled room
and its like hearing two songs at once
but its just noise because
there’s too much being said
when no one is really listening
behind her
he tightens c(h)ords
in search of music and veins
injects, lets go
as god enters her mind
they are/were
a portrait of
affection and dying
adorning the walls of
a crumbling building
labeled “for storage”
she knows that
no one else can
love her like this
with such abandonment and rage
with desperation that
begs for her touch, her gaze
whatever fragments she might
dribble his way
they pretend they
will grow old together
slipping through gaping holes
without walls to which
to nail themselves
they hang
themselves
from stars
copyright JANE’05
she sings in smoke filled room
and its like hearing two songs at once
but its just noise because
there’s too much being said
when no one is really listening
behind her
he tightens c(h)ords
in search of music and veins
injects, lets go
as god enters her mind
they are/were
a portrait of
affection and dying
adorning the walls of
a crumbling building
labeled “for storage”
she knows that
no one else can
love her like this
with such abandonment and rage
with desperation that
begs for her touch, her gaze
whatever fragments she might
dribble his way
they pretend they
will grow old together
slipping through gaping holes
without walls to which
to nail themselves
they hang
themselves
from stars
copyright JANE’05
I KNOW WHY
I KNOW WHY
i know why you stay(ed)
not because you want(ed) to
but because there is/was this tug
of words not said
and love that was never given
to people not noticed but starved
in the hands of those
who didn’t deserve it
gorging themselves on something
except your kisses which
should not have been wasted
on turned, blushing cheeks
you stay(ed) because
you ache(d) to know that
you are needed for
hands, thoughts, desires
slipping into hearts and feelings
and the want in the middle of the nite
for the push, the pull
beneath sheets, between legs
that tells you that
you are loved
and yes,
i stay because
i know you
i am in love with you
copyright JANE’05
i know why you stay(ed)
not because you want(ed) to
but because there is/was this tug
of words not said
and love that was never given
to people not noticed but starved
in the hands of those
who didn’t deserve it
gorging themselves on something
except your kisses which
should not have been wasted
on turned, blushing cheeks
you stay(ed) because
you ache(d) to know that
you are needed for
hands, thoughts, desires
slipping into hearts and feelings
and the want in the middle of the nite
for the push, the pull
beneath sheets, between legs
that tells you that
you are loved
and yes,
i stay because
i know you
i am in love with you
copyright JANE’05
29 November 2005
Random Burning Man Thought #37
Random Burning Man Thought #37:
pain is the unbearable side effect of the lesser known.
copyright JANE 8/30/05
pain is the unbearable side effect of the lesser known.
copyright JANE 8/30/05
10 November 2005
09 November 2005
Random Burning Man Thought #2
man created god in his image
as a refledction of his manic greatness
therefore: since all men are NOT the same
the outcomes of their ignorance on the universe
have given way to a plurality of gods
AND, if the universe has alwasy existed
then we dont need a god creator
man is god
god is man
copyright JANE 8/29/05
as a refledction of his manic greatness
therefore: since all men are NOT the same
the outcomes of their ignorance on the universe
have given way to a plurality of gods
AND, if the universe has alwasy existed
then we dont need a god creator
man is god
god is man
copyright JANE 8/29/05
31 October 2005
random burning man thought #10
random burning man thought #10
(in)dependence like this is dangerous.
but, i love being under your (in)fluence.
copyright JANE 8/31/05
(in)dependence like this is dangerous.
but, i love being under your (in)fluence.
copyright JANE 8/31/05
27 October 2005
randomn burning man thought # 20
believing in god is like standing in the rain without motivation to go inside and keep dry.
copy write JANE'8/05
copy write JANE'8/05
21 October 2005
liNeS
lines
there used to be just
two lines and then
came a third and a
triangle inevitably formed
into a shape that hurt [me]
so much that [i] don’t even
want to go back to two lines
[i]’d rather just be one
copywrite JANE05
there used to be just
two lines and then
came a third and a
triangle inevitably formed
into a shape that hurt [me]
so much that [i] don’t even
want to go back to two lines
[i]’d rather just be one
copywrite JANE05
15 October 2005
pink dream
pink dream
the small pink man
turned me quick to glass
so that when the rectangles
cracked with little effort
my ducts simply ran
with great speed
into the desert land
away from the promises
of liquid blue subways
and peach pathways
and then found openings
that now dot my embarrassed
bright pink face
copy write JANE05 at burning man 2005
the small pink man
turned me quick to glass
so that when the rectangles
cracked with little effort
my ducts simply ran
with great speed
into the desert land
away from the promises
of liquid blue subways
and peach pathways
and then found openings
that now dot my embarrassed
bright pink face
copy write JANE05 at burning man 2005
13 October 2005
YOM KIPPOR
YOM KIPPOR
copy write JANE05
we all walk around so concerned
though most carry a relaxed open mouthed blankness
that layer is a liar and we all have scrunched up faces
we are all trying to sort our punctuation marks into cubbies
square pegs terrified of references to circular similarities
because originality has us by the throat
we attach sentiment to things that we love
that weren’t given with the right to do
because such dishonesty makes us feel warm
i try NOT to scrunch up my face
when walking past a tin man
basking in the sun
i try to believe that it is the sun
hitting the reflective metal that
makes his face shine so brightly
i try to believe that everyone loves him
and waves at him except the few of us
who can hear him rusting because of proximity
so at night i tear a ligament
pout, turn off the light and go to sleep
on a bed of knives for punishment
repentant
copy write JANE05
we all walk around so concerned
though most carry a relaxed open mouthed blankness
that layer is a liar and we all have scrunched up faces
we are all trying to sort our punctuation marks into cubbies
square pegs terrified of references to circular similarities
because originality has us by the throat
we attach sentiment to things that we love
that weren’t given with the right to do
because such dishonesty makes us feel warm
i try NOT to scrunch up my face
when walking past a tin man
basking in the sun
i try to believe that it is the sun
hitting the reflective metal that
makes his face shine so brightly
i try to believe that everyone loves him
and waves at him except the few of us
who can hear him rusting because of proximity
so at night i tear a ligament
pout, turn off the light and go to sleep
on a bed of knives for punishment
repentant
07 October 2005
SCHIZOPHRENIC LOGIC
sChiZOphreNic lOgiC
dear you:
we sit
every i and me
competing molds of ego and id
interrupting, intersecting
intervening, intertwining
binding me
and i
we sit
every i and me
to be all and end all
cannot be neither
with or without
either me
and i
we sit
every i and me
gazing nihilistic shades of
black traces blue
on static gray discontent-inue
-ity me
and i
we sit
every i and me
covertly converting conversant
electronic environments
exchanging binary
waves co-sine
undesirable tangents
connect me
and i
we sit
every i and me
babbling by the book
lost prophets took
silence still revolving
around wrists locked
securely to me
and i
we sit
every i and me
in the last conservative row
of the congregation
praying under our breaths
god bless sedatives that
make smiles stretch
between me
and i
we sit
every i and me
three plus three equals
sensibility resides in
tri-fold brochures
on how to
make love, on war
to free all
of me
and i
we sit
every i and me
needs an antidote
to the free floating “i”
will unwrite itself
in here
in forms
of more than
meets the
of me
and “i”
help me.
Signed,
© JANE’05
dear you:
we sit
every i and me
competing molds of ego and id
interrupting, intersecting
intervening, intertwining
binding me
and i
we sit
every i and me
to be all and end all
cannot be neither
with or without
either me
and i
we sit
every i and me
gazing nihilistic shades of
black traces blue
on static gray discontent-inue
-ity me
and i
we sit
every i and me
covertly converting conversant
electronic environments
exchanging binary
waves co-sine
undesirable tangents
connect me
and i
we sit
every i and me
babbling by the book
lost prophets took
silence still revolving
around wrists locked
securely to me
and i
we sit
every i and me
in the last conservative row
of the congregation
praying under our breaths
god bless sedatives that
make smiles stretch
between me
and i
we sit
every i and me
three plus three equals
sensibility resides in
tri-fold brochures
on how to
make love, on war
to free all
of me
and i
we sit
every i and me
needs an antidote
to the free floating “i”
will unwrite itself
in here
in forms
of more than
meets the
of me
and “i”
help me.
Signed,
© JANE’05
22 September 2005
orgami 9/22/05
i have folded in half
again i am in quarters
and eighths and
small dissections of
a never complete whole
i am fractional orgami
copy write JANE'05
again i am in quarters
and eighths and
small dissections of
a never complete whole
i am fractional orgami
copy write JANE'05
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