Caricature
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

21 January 2011

Vacant…Empty, Hollow Abyss;
My heart matches its tune,
Something’s amiss!

Disinterested, Inattentive, blanketed canvas;
I’m just an illusion,
Lost behind this pretense.

Hard…rough, dead inside;
Cease singing that song,
Or in death you’ll reside.

Adapted, alt-red, edited lie;
Whole never will be I,
Human nature I defy.

Ev’nin…decline, edge of twilight;
A shell is worthless,
Gunpowder smells bright!

Matter, substance, insides lament;
Look to the wall,
Where their comrades were sent.

Peace…calm, unregulated rest;
But it’s pure fiction,
For I failed the test.

Old, aged, undesirable gray;
Feelings locked inside,
I’m alive today.

Vacant…Empty, Hollow Abyss;
My heart matches its tune,
Something’s amiss!
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The Argument
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

28 January, 2011

The peaceful day is somber;
Our hearts stiff like thunder,
New foes arise.

Petals seem like blades;
Feelings you wish to evade,
Current low inside.

Your wintery breath on fire;
Synapses join to conspire,
Your coldness is intact.

Phrases are violent thorns;
Exclamation meant to warn!
I recoil back.

Shapes beyond recognition;
Senses are dead ignitions,
I’m standin’ still.

Lava streams fall slow;
Down these hills of coal,
You begin to reel.

Your shallow veins take flight;
Your eyes mimic daylight,
I’m compelled to swallow.

Cells of skin contact;
My mind fails to react,
Please Let me Go!

Puddles of air release;
Mingling with stray teeth,
Please will you halt?

In between the faint and vivid;
The cause that made you livid,
Lies all My fault.

Both made from dust;
My love taught not to trust,
American Creed wins!

Some say perversion;
Some say ungodly sin,
To those You listened.

One final invocation;
One final plea for affection,
Deep sobs echo!

This puts you beyond edge;
Restraint leaps off the ledge,
Behind reason follows.

How sublime is the sound;
Of hearing my skull crack round,
You fail to abjure.

My breath now retreats;
Yet a spring of hope grows sweet,
I succeed to infer.

A insanely Wilde insight;
Your love closed my life,
I’m freshly cold.

Your icy sting-breath;
Welcomes my final rest,
In you is new sorrow.

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Suffering
By Jurri Saddler Jr.

03 February 2011

It shouldn’t be me
that sits as coal among the snow
smothered by a majority of flurries.

It shouldn’t be me
that stands as bark among the waste
suffocated by a majority of pollutants.

It shouldn’t be me
that lays as night among the light
blasted by the dominant skylines.

It shouldn’t be me
It shouldn’t be me
It shouldn’t be me……Yet?

Why would I
wish it on you.
a soul so unacquainted with
happiness’ inferior jealous stricken foe.

(Believe though, through me it knows of you)

No your happiness is the
one thing that would
cause much harm
to me.

To me
cursed with the
unrelenting melancholic soul in
which happiness is best described
as cancer to that melancholic soul!

(I apologize for I know my dramatics cripple you)

Let me ease the riot revolting
round within your delicate warm
brown black abyss. You
see it’s rather
quite simple.

Quite simple
in the fact
someone who has never
known the ecstasy of laughter
shouldn’t hear it in a moment
only to be told sorry laughter
is extinct! It would have
been better not to
have heard at
all, agree?

All agree
who have tasted
that succulent sinful sizzling
apple. One in which eyes
were opened to the
natural truths. And
the truth
is……

It shouldn’t be me
whose tears as creeks among the face
erode the landscape with melancholy.

It shouldn’t be you
whose energy as a blade among the whole
strips the joy away with depression.

It shouldn’t be us
whose hearts as death within the chest
beats life away within its resentment.

It shouldn’t be me
It shouldn’t be you
It shouldn’t be us…..Yet?

If not me, nor you, then who?

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The Nightly News
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

11 February 2011

Day of work
Day of school
A day to blindly follow rules.

Seize your drink
Seize your meal
Seize anything to keep you real.

Dim your house
Dim your self
Dim it all for your health.

Time to relax
Time to recline
Time again for the evening decline.

Spark the screen
Spark your brain
Sparks which will keep you insane.

(Flashes sear anchored eyes, flashes cause us all to sigh)

A flash of royal infant beauty;
her crown sings from the grave.
A flash of twin giants crumbling;
will their legacy remain?
A flash of crescent cities;
slowly floating away.
A flash of fire joining foes;
partners in death they will stay.

A flash here,
A flash there,
A flash everywhere,

Are these the flashes of our lives?
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A Normal Night
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

19 February 2011
It’s a normal night
It’s a Tuesday night
Everything as it should

Reasonably my sister stands
Rationally my being sits
Side to side—mom manically moves

The television sits soundly
The clock clicks sanely
Mom rabidly raves to voices…

…Her voices

(Together)
We stay from windows
We stay from doors
There are unbalanced people out…

…Mom says

The silence like winter
The lights like night
Mom whispers eccentricities

Sirens calmly break sound
Down we all must go
This is part of our routine

Mom silently shakes her gun
Within subtle soft whispers tell
“Protect your children from life’s hell”

…Whispers we never hear

The men in blue like friends
The men in white like family
Mom is lead away in cuff

From our porch I spy
The woman who starts
Our yearly routine…

…our neighbor

The look in her eye
What’s that I see
Something that accuses wrong

I can’t comprehend why
She views us abnormal
Is this not normal

(Is this not normal?)

As normal as her gardening
As normal as his running
As normal as any routine

Once something repeats
It spreads like habit
Becomes as set as time

So why do people forget
When looking to others
Not to cast their opinion

What’s normal to you?
What’s normal to me?
What’s normal to them?

Is simply a matter of opinion.

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Seasons
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

03 March 2011

I can feel it!
Did you hear it?
When the seasons in him
changed?

Summer pushes forward.
The heat has become unbearable,
In walls, fiery fists form holes,
No worries, a poster will cover that.

Soft thunder welcomes relief,
On grass, fancy feet fumble around,
Its fine, no one can truly judge you.
Summer reclines backward.

I can feel it!
Did you smell it?
When the temperature in him
changed?

Fall crawls in.
Leaves begin to descend delicately,
Through piles, soft soles saunter recklessly,
Don’t fret you have the heart of a child.

The plants now start to wither,
In bed, plump pills procure sleep,
It’s good a stomach pump will ease that.
Fall slinks out.

I can feel it!
Did you see it?
When the weather in him
changed?

Winter cries out.
Blizzards pound all life down,
In arms, steel sickles slit skin,
No problem, long sleeves will mask it.
The snow now gentle and unique,
Your tongue carefully catches clouds of flakes.
It’s great, your innocence they admire.
Winter creeps away.

I can feel it!
Did you taste it?
When the climate in him
changed?

Springs inches in,
Rain pours in at a distance,
On cheeks, tearful torrents torch down,
It’s cool a quick shower will remedy it.

New growth sprouts all around,
In fields, boastful booming blissful sounds echo,
It’s fantastic, your joy is infectious.
Spring sneaks back.

Given the “magic” cure,
One of societies’ remedies,
The seasons have stopped,
Outside they continue.
Since that deadly cure,
Four seasons have passed,
As his ceased within,
Now death embraces him.

I’d give anything for those seasons…
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Giraffe
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

11 March 2011

[The heavens are opening]
From Pride of Baghdad
-by Brian K. Vaughn and Niko Henrichion

You t’ering, tall, optimistic animal,
Why did you place your dreams so high?
Couldn’t something in you be minimal?
No, your beating heart was too wide.
You screamed to the heavens freedom’s sigh.
Your answer was heaven’s deathly blow.
Your brains, neck, tongue, and even wild eyes,
Blended ‘gether when they explode;
Did you know you were caught between foes?
Did we notice your soul was sent?
As your headless body laid down low,
To a place with lone faceless innocents.
But these are the aftershocks of war,
Should we expect anything more?
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Smile
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

25 March 2011

A.
(He stumbles in)
Tables cower against walls,
Nervous skin starts to crawl,
His friends sound shiny nearby.

“You have a great smile!” They rave!
As a single tooth flees away,
The hope is they mistake it for sugar.

Scrambling, scrambling, to make it blend!
He desperately clings to fit in,
Their teeth smell like angels.

His food blushes with embarrassment,
His tongue smells the incompetence,
The fresh hole sings of obscurity.

B.
(He falls away)
“You have a good smile!” They rave!
These are the things parents say,
The kitchen screams into sight.

His mouth reeks of darkness,
Will they notice his newfound starkness?
Two teeth salsa away!

He screams as loud as silence,
Begging for their compliance,
They take cover in the salad.

The remaining teeth taunt him,
Knowing he will be an orphan,
The stove projects flames of ice.

C.
(He slides forward)
“You have a sweet smile!” They rave!
His former loves now display,
The parlor splinters around them.

Dishing lively decayed ice cream,
More teeth tear from the seams,
It rains blood as they scatter.

His former faults now found,
So much blood dances around,
So much blood marks loss.

His mouth now an empty mess,
All around no one is left,
He begins to smile bravely.

D.
(He stands still)
“You have a great smile!” He raves!

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Limbo
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

08 April, 2011
I
Society keeps him encased in glass
But in truth he never did fit
On one side lies the ordinary
On the other—degenerates
II
His heart splinters like ash
His brain more torn than rage
On one side beats cold society
The other, people torn from the page
III
The glass contorts from time to time
But like a sadist, holds him enslaved
On one side those who feign to be blameless
On the other side, the meek and depraved
IV
Cloaked in skin of the night sky
His tears thunder for the horizon
On one side those whose hate is brash
On the other those who hate in silence
V
Images puncture softly in his head
Images that make him slightly queer
On one side lofty peace and tolerance
On the other those who live in fear
VI
He keeps himself encased in glass
But in truth he never will fit
On the outside calm and collected
On the inside war that won’t relent

VII
He will remain forever in limbo…

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Inner Child
By: Jurri Saddler Jr

03 May 2011

“For Child is the Father of Man”
-William Wordsworth

I slink hand in hand,
With myself at a young age.
My aged palms oddly tainted,
From the idealism in his veins.

He smiles innocently at me,
And I smile solemnly back.
He truly fails to see,
All the hope I now lack.

Hidden from the light,
In his eyes, lays a park of renewal.
In mine, a park hauntingly slumbers,
Splintered trees, and broken benches are cruel.

I push him atop the rusty swing,
More forcefully on each go.
There is a darkness growing inside,
Something my younger self will soon know.

Next we sculpt nightmares in the sand,
He screams to the clouds with delight.
Away from him, I shy for a moment,
My former innocence causes fright.

To the murky lake we tread,
Bleak waves reflect the fear from him.
I push him with all my might,
Knowing full well he can’t swim

He thrashes and flays trying to escape,
My insides split with repressed strife.
Two of us can’t live,
While the other one has life.

Is Child the Father of Man?
Is Child the Father of Man!
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First Drive
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

11 May 2011

The day…clear,
The sun…out,
Strange neither could echo my doubt.

A walk down the stairs,
Some casual goodbyes,
Was there a look in my sister’s eyes?

My plan…deceit,
My thoughts…erect,
These are the things we can’t forget.

(Driving can be pure ecstasy)

Compressed in the car,
Unfasten seatbelts that impede,
The lustful rush of going at such speeds!

The headlights…climatic,
The exhaust…breathless,
The gravel beneath crumbles in bliss.

The stiffness of the gear,
The moaning of the car,
Is it natural to go this far?

The accelerator…slows,
The place…home,
One drive and I’m not my own.

The day still clear,
The sun still out,
Strange it doesn’t feel my doubt.

I was…different
I was…changed
Is this feeling something like pain?

Is that my phone?
Who could have died?
My older sister from suicide.

First times change everything…

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Homeless
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

11 November 2011

I could taste his loneliness
Peering at him on the corner—
The world’s corner
The aftertaste somewhat acidic

His troubled way of moving
Exuding the loss of his family
That man on the corner—
My town’s corner violated my senses

He turned to look at me
So much pain in the his eyes
That man on the corner—
My street’s corner fractured my being

Those men in cold blue arrive
Those men with forced duty
That man on the corner—
My home’s corner rattled my conscious

His presence lingered at this spot
Though he certainly did not
Freedom stripped on that corner—
My home’s corner innocence forever altered

Part of me wishes to make vigil
Part of me wishes to make war
For the man who was on the corner—
My street’s corner all voices should be heard

But what could possibly come of it
And what would it really mean
To that man on the corner—
My town’s corner what are we to him

I tasted his loneliness
As I peered at him on the corner—
The world’s corner
The aftertaste triumphant
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Siblings (Wildfire)
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

14 November 2011

3 February- The Daily News:
Breaking news here in Albany
County, this past weekend, a fire has
started causing quite an uproar.
Authorities are unsure of what
has sparked this deadly force….

Molded from the same spark
You three and lastly me
Bound forever in the dark
Bound as four siblings

It started somberly within the
Veedavoo area. Tourists have
been evacuated as a precaution.
Citizens that live near Happy Jack
are likely to follow due to dangerous
conditions created by wind….

Carried violently through the wind
We four begin to ignite
Parts of us break the mend
Parts of us burn too bright

It’s official, the fire has been declared
as a state of emergency. It has spread,
for lack of a better phrase, like a
wildfire. It is engrossing much of the
land east of Veedavoo….

Scattered precariously through the land
Our beginnings now hard to remember
Two of us start to expand
Two of us revert to embers

Although the fire has died in
some areas, it has grown tremendously
in others. It has begun to veer off
in unpredictable ways. It can only
be part of natural selection….

Separated by natural selection
Our flames ablaze insane
We are engrained with defection
We are infused with pain

This fire is insane. It doesn’t seem
like it will end. Authorities are taking
and trying every measure they can
to snuff out the flames. However, two
have joined destroying our society…

Joined are two that caused societal end
Our futures seem far from bleak
But soon we’ll join former kin
And soon we’ll be out of sync

This just in, it seems that nature
alongside the authorities has taken
over the fire. It’s a miracle! Rain
and water from the firemen have
engulfed the fire which is dying down.

Engulfed now we are bound
Our bodies contort into smoke
Into sparks we simmer down
Into sparks we now exhaust

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Token
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

29 August 2013

The cool grasp of trying to be real;
The warm mask that tries to conceal;
The dark crevice of what we feel;
At the end of the day: still broken.

A shining smile that didn’t quite fit;
A hearty laugh that wasn’t legit;
Our hollow space no longer transient;
The words: could not be spoken.

The hopeful glimmer of a broken clock;
The useful anchor on an empty dock;
We see the truth behind life’s mock;
Through it all: we stand as tokens.

A fight to fend off tomorrow;
A calm found in that of sorrow;
Our patterns we try not to follow;
A life that begins: it refuses to end.

Now all sit in uneasy motion;
Forget that we’ve been given emotion;
This is the lesson to be learned;
We must thrive; we must burn.