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Poetic Pestilence

Poetic Pestilence. I hold the ten plauges. i guess it dead weight i carry them with two legs. and two hands. in soft sand i watch as time pass..... small foots steps. my own eternal conquest...... im conciouss. and im alive. thats no lie. the world whispers secrets that get me high. a focused being. im just being me. the same as poseidon had to own the sea. I cant ever flea. in the face of chaos. danger is stranger but he is a friend. for with out chaos can the order end? Im a powered engine. fed on premonition. fueled by something else. spiritual amunition. perhaps you dont even know yourself. you dont own yourself. only the soul can rule.....but not in this world of simple minded absent fools. you have the tools. but dont choose to use them. power pollutes the mind and so the time is never suiting. But nows the time. a vision of mine. of whats to come..... a prophecy engaged by the rousing drum. -

Birth of a Soul

49 Days for a new soul to incarnate. Welcome to the world of Good, Evil, and Carnage. God, Devil, and Martians. Shakespearean Sonnets. Vincent Van Goh, Salvador Dali, and Monet. Infinite Possible Posits. Deposit Life in the Closet. or Share your source of energy. Energetically Constant. Humanistically Conscious of all material objects. But these are just ideas that were taken out of context.

Complex Context

Here are some new short poems i have written recently. They may or may not be added to. Some are works in progress. Others are just one line thoughts that i wrote down. I hope you enjoy.
I convalesce In Complex Contexts of Consciousness. Concepts of Common Sense. Imprint. Intent Intense. Its Dense Like an enigma that awaits to become broken. Message Sent from Sender Hearing words thats Never Spoken. I've Awoken.
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Senseless Self Destruction from my suicidal tendencies. Painless from consumption of my juvenile remedies. So much cash around me that they tell me that my rent is free. But that don't change a thing it just perpetuates the end of me. My Parents Push relentlessly they say that i Potentially could be something Assumptions that could move me monumentally.
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Mind over Matter. Because Nothing Matters.
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Where are you From? Right Here and Now at the Moment.
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You Speak Volumes without ever saying a word. Im here to observe.
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I try to avoid the ego Like i avoid my reflection. But there's too many Mirrors than windows of Perception.

Inanimate….

Inanimate
Confusion sets in/ when i have lack of concentration/ the voices in my head produce the fruit of my temptation/ Obsessions in confession only further my addiction/ protection from depression in concession of prescriptions/ so pills i pop to stop the mind from simply operating/ while measuring my own response from Dr.s observations/ Anesthetized, emotionless i say we up the dosage/ Achievement of my freedom in a state of comatosis/ coded messages essentially like hieroglyphics/ My mind is indecipherable/ unspeakable linguistics/ ill keep this realistic/ I am not my mind/ If i listen to the voices thats the blind leading the blind/ I think therefore i am.....yet i am not what i think/ Pondering philosophies while living on the brink/ of society evolving/ sobriety dissolving/ Until we become our former selves and listen to our calling.

LOVE??

Love??
If love is a facade/ Only a fabrication/ Explain the pain i feel/ Revealed through the devastation/ Its a depressing situation/ Ranging....all of the emotions/ Love and Hate with passion/ Fornication with devotion/ Sex Lies and Tape/ Rape... with no affection/ using words with no discretion/ Making love with no protection/ Little secrets and confessions/ cept the ones you didnt mention/ I guess its lies that got us here cuz love is like Dementia/ essentially a sickness/ Infatuation/ pride and patience/ just not reminiscent/ of the love i once possessed before it turned into aggression/ secrets lies and envy/ toleration of oppression/ Spite and Negativity/ Ability to use/ each other for our selfish needs has left me so confused/ SO whats a man to do when he's surrendered to this agony?/ and both sides of the argument have lost their rationality/ Well its allready happened so ill speak about it candidly/.....Cut the ties that bond us and release me from insanity.

When Asked to Define LIFE……

When Asked to Define Life:
My definition of life is something i couldn't write/ Staring at a blank page i feel emotions of Rage, Jealousy, and indifference/ Inside my battered human condition of repetitious acts of self infliction/ .....I am GOD, and the devil himself/ With the ability to create, shape, and decimate my creations/ Causing Inflammation and healing/ self loathing and revealing/.....Much of life is a self fulfilling prophecy/ A positive one when lived properly and consciously.

Daily Affirmations for Contemplation….

CREATION
Staring at the starts i like to contemplate creation/ How LIFE could come from death, destruction, and devastation. Saw god yesterday on my way to the train station. He told me: look, watch, observe and remain patient. He said, Hell and heaven exist on the same plain/ and, when we were born we all started out the same/ The soul is something that exists in each and everyone. The intuitions that were guided by are powered by the sun/ Good and Evil/ Lives in the heart of people/ Discipline is needed you do not want to retreat to/ A lower state of consciousness that is barely living/ Your a fool to think your soul is saved by practicing religion/ Try to activate ascension/ Several different dimensions/ exist here where i stand/ while im directing your attention/ Contemplate these thoughts and be aware of your surroundings/ if your words dont match your actions be aware of how your sounding/ get rid of self importance/ its distortion of your cause/ heeding caution to your ego/ being conscious of your flaws/ If you fail to make these changes you'll be conquered by it all/ Life is synchronistic i take cues from all directions/ The final thought ill leave you with is we are all reflections/ we are all reflections of the universe connected/ but only in our depth are they percepted/ only in our death are they collected/ Its only natural that it will remain abstract/ the idea of our death is only want the spirit lacks/ so so subtract your body and release to the divine/ your the juice thats in the berry and the thorn upon the vine/ in time your own perception is essential to your mind/ it take my life in stride while giving wonder to the sun/ That blaze on the horizon is just a spirit on the run.

Power of Music………….

Music gives birth to a sorrowful life. Like a tree thats dead in winter spring will bring it to life. Revived relieved survive thrive recede. Its an ever-going cycle we were all a seed. Planted nurtured taken care of till we learn on our own. Finding time to leave home. Yet we will always return. To the roots so deeply instilled try to fulfill the circle of love bears heavily on my will. Keep steady and still for we are always moving. Spinning on an earthly axis music balances our movements. Soothing solutions in seclusion intensifies the perceived. a head buried in a book using knowledge to read. Yeah...once upon a time many years ago. Well time is of the essence so ill take this slow. Im a one man show with so many contributions. Nothing is what it is as it appears an illusion. We should see with our ears. Learn to speak with our heart. Organic communication is something of an art. Don't pick me apart. Ill be revealed without question. Im the bunny from the hat and the soulful magician. This is my intuition. Never put one down. We are from the same place forget races now. We are colorful beautiful and unusual people. Take a look around the room and tell me who isn't equal. Forget stereotypes cuz the stereos hype. We can all be bound in music intertwining our lives its like.........da da da da da.
-Jake Klein

A poetic mind needs a Creative environment.

I am an entrpeneur of emotion. Quickly experiencing all that i can in this short life......i seek to destroy myself. Only to rebuild with the wisdom i take from eack mistake of which i continuously make. Destiny....Fate? Each disastarous date of which has obscured my life even further from the norm. we can't identify you and I. Nor meet eye to eye on all things that we perceive. Ideas are conceived. words are spoken potently to make you and i beleive.

A Very Depressing Poem By Me

Pain is all i know. Happiness comes and goes...only to expose my naked self under who you think you know. Under all these clothes i wear so i do not show. I do not know...who i am any more for who i used to be would be amused with me and my inability to be free. My soul yearns to be free trying to escape from its cage before i awake to a fully lucid state. IT just cant take it anymore and i admit I've lost the war and theres not much more that i can do. I've lost hope and can not cope. not even with alcohol or dope. even though i have quit them both......id still like one more toke. My life used to be about freedom....and yet i find myself working through pain for the sake of monetary gain only to constrain the depth i used to possess. Its obvious now that there is not much time left......i feel it pass with every breath i breath as i try to believe that there is light somewhere in this black and total abyss. A total eclipse of the sun that used to shine so vibrantly in my life. Your opinion is worthless to me. don't try to make me believe that things will be alright as i cry myself to sleep at night. Don't try to shine YOUR light. Depression is an understatement when when you hate to be alive. I cant survive this environment. I was never meant to thrive. others are worse off than i am but i don't need to hear this statement. Everythings the same when effecting your elation. I have love within my life. Yet my soul can not express it. I identify with stress, anger and aggression. Perhaps demonic possession. I don't mean to complain that is not the goal of this I just need to express myself as this is how I exist
-Jake