SleightOfHand562's poetry
SleightOfHand562
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I've only been writing for the better part of a year, but I decided to put some of my stuff up here after deliberating over it for a while. I'll warn you right now that not a lot of it is very accessible. I just write from my personal experiences and thoughts. I write in "chapters" of sorts that I categorize by a time period in my life. Please post any thoughts or comments, and don't be afraid to criticize.
CHAPTER ONE
HERE, NATURALLY
or
UNDER THE BLUE
March --->June 2003
LOW TIDE AT THE CEREBRUM
March 2003
Waves swell and fall
In my mind, a sea of thought
High tide,
Wash away thoughts
Of parting,
I'll remain
Let the sea
Enlighten me
No one stays
But who wants to leave
Now,
As we reach out
To grasp for Atlantic glare,
Days bend and blur, still,
Time flows as we dirft away
Let the sea
Enlighten me
Blue reflects
The image goes to grey
Time is an undertow
Make the best of the wake.
CHAPTER ONE
HERE, NATURALLY
or
UNDER THE BLUE
March --->June 2003
LOW TIDE AT THE CEREBRUM
March 2003
Waves swell and fall
In my mind, a sea of thought
High tide,
Wash away thoughts
Of parting,
I'll remain
Let the sea
Enlighten me
No one stays
But who wants to leave
Now,
As we reach out
To grasp for Atlantic glare,
Days bend and blur, still,
Time flows as we dirft away
Let the sea
Enlighten me
Blue reflects
The image goes to grey
Time is an undertow
Make the best of the wake.
There have been shows where maybe the whole first half of the show my eyes have been closed. and then you'll look out in the crowd and there'll be somebody totally lost in their head, in exactly the same place you're in. That, to me, is the essence of music
~Jeff Ament
~Jeff Ament
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LATE SNOW BLUES
April, 2003
Snow falls in April
Blank as days that sleep
The walls, the season lingers
Paper through my fingers
Pines reach in
White piles on the leaves
Bright peaks through
The woods, the darkness weaves
Quarter turns too slowly
who hears the seasons moan?
City air turns hazy
Sky pales, paints
Red pastels go blurry
Frame remains, though faint
Pines reach in
White piles on the leaves
Bright peaks through
The woods, the darkness weaves
~Jeff Ament
April, 2003
Hey,
Did you think that life would stay and wait?
You're not so important, so don't be late.
Make it for yourslef.
It's the only way this thing's gonna work.
You're in this by yourself, so harmony is easy.
The shade isn't much darker but the light puts a trance on you.
Maybe because everyone else is so happy, too.
Make it for yourslef.
It's the only way this thing's gonna work.
You're in this by yourself, so harmony is easy.
The moon is draped in the integrity of a more elaborate lie.
Reflections from a mirrorball are the eye of insight for me.
Make it for yourslef.
It's the only way this thing's gonna work.
You're in this by yourself, so harmony is easy.
There's no bad people, just bad decisions.
~Jeff Ament
May, 2003
It's one thing to say
That you've got everything to lose
It's another thing to actually lose it
To be so high..
What could let you down?
To stare at the sun..
It's a strange mistake
These birds can only sing for so long,
Then they break
Clouds cloud your judgement,
But don't let yourself down.
Don't let yourself fall.
You'd never hit the floor.
But every day's the same.
Have fun with all your friends you hate.
If you think you're doing fine, just wait.
All your efforts are in vain.
Pastoral settings call your name.
Shattering beliefs that you claim.
We're all the same.
~Jeff Ament
It is clear you listen to a lot of music, it comes across in your work.
I like it's openness a great deal, and the first piece ....Cerebrum, is great.
Please, continue to share.
seta
thanks for the kind words! and yeah, music dominates pretty much every facet of my life. here's another :
HERE, NATURALLY
May, 2003
There's something beautiful at the base of the wick.
In the glint of the wood paneling.
In the sheets comforting the sky.
Over the highway in the evening.
In the stipple of the ceiling.
In the boredom that breeds the desire to fly.
But who's to say
If you should see it
That you believe it can aid your day?
Things aren't so grounded.
You can't just feel it.
Believe that the rain can change your ways.
There's something inherently strange about the natural order of things.
In the wings of a Robin at your window.
In the traffic of a leaf already falling,
never really failing to put on a show.
But who's to say
If you should see it
That you believe it can aid your day?
Things aren't so grounded.
You can't just feel it.
Believe that the rain can change your ways.
There's something painful in grey bricks that show the ocean where you can't be.
~Jeff Ament
that's your OTHER best one. I dig a lot. nice.
seta.
don't make me change my favorite again.
Mmmm, I really like this one too! Glad to see you've decided to make a thread! Keep 'em coming!
CHOICE
May, 2003
The moon is a beautiful painter.
She has a way of accenting what I can't always see.
Reeds...
Rustle...
Fiery tales that I miss in the blanket.
This is it -
This is all I am.
This is all we are.
The light has been made to seem unnatural,
But what puts us above?
What makes us the stars?
My palette has grown, ever still.
At least I'd like to think so.
If we've grown, we've done it at the same rate,
Because sometimes every little thing looks the same...
And sometimes, I'm in the womb again...
Breathing and loving for the first time,
Again.
Again, Again, Again
I don't fucking know...
The only certainty is what you feel under the blue.
The dirt road means nothing.
the shadows cast are believable immediately,
But contemplation makes me smile.
Twenty to -
Almost there...
And from this island, I can see for miles...
And all I see is blank...
And it seems all too much.
Flow...
Ride...
Rise...
Enjoy these strides,
Becuase if you don't,
You're only a fraction of what you feel...
Under the blue.
~Jeff Ament
You're welcome and they're well deserved!
And so is SleightOfHand562!
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text on a computer monitor has never made me blush before! thanks!
~Jeff Ament
this one? lol.
~Jeff Ament
No, that's the naughty smiley!
The moon is draped in the integrity of a more elaborate lie.
Reflections from a mirrorball are the eye of insight for me.
I believe I have felt the same............thank u, thank u...
I just wanna say that all the thanks I've gotten for sharing my stuff has really made me happy. You are all such lovely people and if it weren't for your incredible poetry, I never would have bothered posting MY life story. Thank you jamily.
~Jeff Ament
May, 2003
Everything you believe is wrong...
To someone else who's just as lost.
Your head is so filled...
With misconceptions of what you want.
Discover what you've tossed away.
Embrace what you thought you knew.
There's so much beauty...
If you know where to look.
The problem is you're just too tired.
You're playing with your pens...
so it's become an ink spill.
Well, everyone has options.
nobody sees the ones that they create.
The weight will fall.
Push us into knowledge.
Submissive natured beings.
Don't let it brush off on you.
It's overdone,
but you're so misled...
To another belief...
A dead sun.
~Jeff Ament
May, 2003
What gives us the chemistry?
The pedestal we trust?
To put yourself upon it,
This book goes over the frost.
But just for your hair to flow...
Gently over me...
To give more life than presence...
It's a beautiful thing to see.
We're so far away...
So why do I feel so close?
You're smile can make a calm...
A sorrowful force.
Cynical notions are shattered...
By a bead and a brow.
A kind offer, a thanks, a sparkle....
it's all takes to wanna grow.
To be part of the web,
Disjointed and thin.
Pessimistic notions dissapear...
With a bright light grin.
To make me see...
What's important as sparrows free..
Past cliches and sardonic last rights,
To be...
To be...
To be...
~Jeff Ament
...or not to be?, that is the question.