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The Game

The Game
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
Written: 04 Sept 2014

My memory has a tendency to make shadows
Blacking out things that I used to know
I can see experience flee and contort
Like a maze with no end, out of sorts

Last night my fingers fell wildly stale
Over written memories that fatally fail
To inspire emotion from a stalled state
There is no chance to resuscitate

Words meant to light up our connection
A stoic friendship meant for detection
Yet signed platitudes are hard to decipher
Bonds diminished by life’s accidental sniper

When heat spills on books meant to chill time
A side effect in a mind prone to decline
Recollections, like steam, tend to evaporate
The structure of brain much weaker than slate

So I cling to eyes for some solid foundation
Reminding myself of our joint creation
But I know that time is fond of the game
With ubiquity of people, recognition is maimed

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Brain Waves (Poetry Post)

Brain Waves
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.

04 June 2014

It has been said that our brains consist of waves
Where our thoughts and emotions are paved
Their tune-something erratic
As stable as broken static

I guess that is why it is hard to grasp
As I lay among disbanded blue glass
About the violence within a fit
The aftermath of a mind blitzed???

As I root for checkered shards
Aware that my core should be charred
Yet I sweep with unregulated ease
My outburst within each severed piece

In this state, do waves keep pace
And flow in patterns easy to trace
The chaos is pointedly infrequent
Like a storm in paradise-delinquent

Remember the time I became a shout
From my eyes fell tides of doubt
Brother-sister, in your room
A strained chuckle, the tide became smooth

Or the time my foot melded with pedal
Eager to collide with four-wheeled metal
The aftermath of that collision
Offered craved-calm with precision

Some times I want the control of a pill
To make the waves in my head still
I’m afraid when the brain spikes into rage
That I will get lost within a wave

Forever floating……

 

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