jakeisdead – Page 14 – playlists, poetry and lyrics iteratively

Missing the Family for the Trees

October 25, 2023

Poetry

Poisoned or fertile
The roots are permanent

Great-grandmother handed Grandmother
Her first of many Valium
Both of them point out the most beautiful clouds
in the middle of conversations

When the speed of things wears me down,
I desire euphoria and cry at the site of thunderheads.

Great-grandfather taught grandfather
How to read, speak and write in Shame
Each perfect word builds the empty rooms they inhabit
And only singular truths comfort them

When I am alone at night, a star in the sky whispers:
“Being small is the start of every infinite and simultaneous connection.”

Missing or intact
The wood of a branch remains

Grandmother showed mother
That in order to live forever, you must tolerate harm under the armor of love
Grandmother did not mention that this ritual requires the path between
Your soul and the sound of your own laughter to be blocked

When a new scar is finished healing,
I relish the way the sun tans it into view.
in the wake of death, you swung high

October 25, 2023

Playlists, Poetry

Wedding dress threads sewn carpet books in childrens’ shoe boxes stacked where now 83% of your practicing dissassociating is landfill photography.

Is there no drug to erase the euphoria of a 5th grade swingset where in the wake of death, you swung high and relearned every pinhole camera moment you felt small kisses on sudden cuts.

A tone of sorrow drones like a refrigerator fan that never remembers that dreamed voices are dreamed voices, numb heartache on a full moon to the next moon, grief is a cycle, hon.

Crack open the carcass of your childhood home and find the object you were trying to forget. That’s the price of a vacation from pity.

Please and thank you, we are so sorry for your bless you loss, merry xmas. They were so young.

Wedding dress threads sewn carpet books in childrens’ shoe boxes stacked where now 83% of your practicing dissassociating is landfill photography. Is there no drug to erase the euphoria of a 5th grade swingset where in the wake of death, you swung high and relearned every pinhole camera moment
Mother’s Child

October 25, 2023

Lyrics, Playlists, Poetry

Are you ok
It must be hard on you
Pouring the ashes for two

But I am my mother’s
mother’s mother’s child
Bearing the weight is the proof

That my love goes as far as the moon
And If I’m dying I’ll die like a coon dog
Go out with style and grace
Or die from the grief of a
Loss of the trust of the master

How ya doing
When are you coming back
Just checking in on your mental health

Oh I am my mother’s
mother’s mother’s child
Hard work’s always the cure for the blues

Oh my idle hands are devil’s tools
I won’t loosen my grip on the lives we could lose if we
filled up our closets with
Uniformed skeletons who
Played by the rules of the master

peripheral darknesses; in the right corner of my eye a tear of ethanol, long distance phone calls from purgatory, the fear in your voice with my hand on your slipping pulse, you came so far just to get here. I am my mother’s mother’s mother’s child and I am witness the permanence of shame

putting it together

Missing the Family for the Trees

in the wake of death, you swung high

Mother’s Child