America, America what would I give
To tell the rest of the world
Of the place that I live
Dear Uncle Sam oh what would I give
America, America what would I say
To express the love of life
In which I experience each day
Ole Glory oh what would I say
America, America what would I do
To remember those who gave their life
So many others may find freedom in you
Land of the free oh what would I do
America, America what would I hear
If all of our nation came together in peace
That all of our women and children never shed one tear
Sweet Lady Liberty oh what would I hear
America, America why does it seem
That family and friends are torn apart
As one is forced to reach for the American Dream
Land of opportunity oh why does it seem
America, America what should I fear
When our nation’s armed forces
Are fighting for the ones they love so dear
Home of the Brave oh what should I fear
America, America what do I see
Is it pain and strife or happiness
That’s reflected in the eyes that look at me
To tell the rest of the world
Of the place that I live
Dear Uncle Sam oh what would I give
America, America what would I say
To express the love of life
In which I experience each day
Ole Glory oh what would I say
America, America what would I do
To remember those who gave their life
So many others may find freedom in you
Land of the free oh what would I do
America, America what would I hear
If all of our nation came together in peace
That all of our women and children never shed one tear
Sweet Lady Liberty oh what would I hear
America, America why does it seem
That family and friends are torn apart
As one is forced to reach for the American Dream
Land of opportunity oh why does it seem
America, America what should I fear
When our nation’s armed forces
Are fighting for the ones they love so dear
Home of the Brave oh what should I fear
America, America what do I see
Is it pain and strife or happiness
That’s reflected in the eyes that look at me
Land of Independence oh what do I see
America, America where would I be
Without the awesome power and love
Of the Father looking down on me
America the Beautiful oh where would I be
September 2009
25 posts
Simply Complicated
sometimes i’ll confuse myself when you walk in thinking:
“is she coming or going? and should i stand and wave or embrace her as an old friend?”
but then you take off your coat (the worn one with paisley patches where the pockets have split open) and place it neatly over the nearest chair before leaping at my lap—
you’re nothing but legs, stockings falling haplessly around your ankles where gooseflesh has formed from the exposed cold
—and steal my breath with an “oomph!” and a smile and i falter, lose my train of thought, and bury my hands in the hair at the nape of your neck, inhaling.
The sun is only a little but out of it cocoon.
You woke up around
Ten after that late
Night party
You find yourself
On the floor on
The kitchen of a guy
Named Marty
You struggle from the
Floor and try to
Gather up your
Stuff and get the
Heck out of there
Cause you got plans
To shralp at T town
And you really want to
Be there
You pull up on your
Skateboard and
Realize you forgot your
Wetsuit that was in you back pack
You say o well
“ I’m gonna go shred bareback”
After your sesh
Your gonna get some
LBJ’s
But your starving so you
Go score some Coke and Lays
You’re eating you
Special C & thinking life can’t get
Any better
Then your homie pulls up
In his stang
Running straight headers
He’s yelling get in
And some
Other crap
He says he found
An empty pool
Not to far off the map
We pull up at
This dump of
A house & decide we’re gonna
Skate it
But first we
Grab a shovel
Some stuff that only
God know what
To call it.
We’re shredding for
Hours and this thinking
This day is never gonna end
Then your friend goes
For an air and
His arm bends a way
That it’s not supposed to bend
Then we are flying to the ER
Dang that is gonna leave a nasty scar
We’re booking it
Through Torrance passing cars
And running red lights
Me & and my friends are
Scared for our lives
Gripping the handles harder
Than a small pair of tights
We arrived at the Doc.
And an X ray
Just sitting
In the lobby and
Worrying about
what the Doc is gonna say
He shows us to the room & my
Friend is wrapped up in a sling &
And his arm looks like a birds wing.
Doc says
He shattered his
Humorous but
I didn’t see the joke
We leave the
Hospital and my friend
Is in a full are cast
The worst is the parents are gonna
Freak and have a stroke
At the end of the day we all
Agree it was worth it 100% percent
Even the one that is in a cast
Wrapped perfectly around his arm
Without a dent
The sun is only a little bit not into its cocoon yet
And in the blink of an eye a life flashes and a day remembered
And there , there it went.
So often there are two of me to my one self.
One thrust out to brave exposure;
One retained to ruminate upon a reserved, shadowed shelf.
Keep one in.
It’s private.
I’m private.
I’m quiet.
It staves off interpersonals and intimates
It waves away the outside.
The me that is kept is surrounded and safe.
It paves a way back to a hiding place for me to nestle and crouch.
I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.
I’m loud when I’m not by myself.
I would hate for alone to grate and gnaw.
To pound and boom.
To apply pressure on the temples of solitude.
That would ruin it.
The me brought out can wheel.
My tick will match your tick.
Will become your tick.
Your tick I’ll steal.
I pace and see.
I pace you, not me.
When I’m me I’m different from when I’m me.
I’m quiet when I’m not by myself.
Keep me alone and you’ll never hear.
Bring me out and POP.
Contrast the same thing
And the space in between
Amounts to nothing.
That’s the goal;
To win and have nothing.
Win.
Neon pierces through my weighted body
Seizing in an ocean of dancing waves and ecstasy
Until exhaustion and soberness leaves me with nothing to say.
I watch these dark mornings rise for fleeting moments
Pretending my thoughts change and numbness lasts
As you’re slowly fading away.
Yet, I stay here intoxicated in the night
Haunted by your distant presence
Hoping that tomorrow brings a lucid day.
We used to be the best of friends,
But this is now, and that was then,
Where did things go wrong?
And why’s it been so long?
It was as if we had gone out to sea,
Back when it was just you and me,
Thought we could weather any storm,
But these waves were not the norm.
I was at the wheel, and you were on the sail,
And when we couldn’t move, I screamed that you had failed, And in my blinded rage, I allowed our boat to tip, Add another to the list of sunken relationships.
He sits there
By the triangle
A table with three legs
It will not last forever, no, not long
He had sworn
Sickness or in health
He would not go far from her
His telephone would only dial hers
Yet, he went
No, he was taken
Only him, flown far away
He fell under a dark shroud, it hid him
He was stuck
A new name indexed
His hearts maps stolen from him
He fought this new one, he warred against her
He lost, though
The paradise hidden
From him, as he was hidden
He would never find peace, never the end
Not with her.
I don’t know what made me pick that name. It just popped into my head, so I went with it. And then i carefully chose the pictures, and was really honest in my profile. I certainly didn’t pick it because of that movie (I didn’t see it; it didn’t look very good).
After that I wrote each post truthfully; not mincing words or trying to sound eloquent. I’d say Jumperspring is my outlet for my stupid ideas that I don’t wanna share with anyone because 95 percent of me is embarrassed by them. The side of me that I’d say was artsy I half mock in my mind because I think it’s just another excuse to be melodramatic and moody. I never want to share that side of me. I don’t like it much. I sort of try to hide it from myself. But there are times when I don’t care so I’ll post something that I’ll later read and make fun of. I don’t mind this much. I feel right in making fun of it. I do think it’s stupid. That’s not something I want to change. I think I’m right.
But on that page I talk about Dostoyevsky, flowers, interior design, coffee, Tolstoy, Charles Dickens, dresses, architecture, coldplay, shoes, tea, jazz, and anything else I can think of that I like. All stuff that I make fun of, but I like anyway. I could spend a whole post talking about tea.
Anyway.
I actually think the name Jumper Spring is pretty stupid.
