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Quake

Quake
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
08 August 2014

When flecks of soul flush my eyes
From memories that careen as climes
I willingly prime myself to be pricked
By images and sounds detained in fragments

Such as a giggle that provokes skies to brew
Housed within the boy that I call nephew
As my age acts as time’s rapture
Calm can be leeched from that laughter

Or the way I paddle through smoke tinged ease
From the awe that heats the face of my niece
It’s in these flashes I wish time’s hand would cripple
Loosening its grip on a heart that’s fickle

It pushes me to times we hid beyond neighborhood lights
Siblings and friends breathing as night
It is had to believe we felt so safe
In a world where innocence is readily chafed

So I let the fragments collect and glare
Aware that newer ones hold less flare
Value found even without intensity
Can one compete with the storms of infancy

However in the hour when joy is procured
And distance among minds are abjured
Our hearts and souls chain as links
Friendships strengthen in that of a blink

Or how my feet matched those of foreign soil
The texture of hands that made my heart boil
Lifting me to join a night’s dreamscape
It was the only moment I trusted fate

Even the nights our eyes became words
Caffeine-infected, the hours naturally blurred
There was always some exam we had to ace
Between fact and fiction our stress erased

Despite how the fragments flow into heaps
I sift for the vibrant, desperate to cling
Finding truth in the tone of what’s said
Water won’t flow against bonds that are bred

Which is why ear favor tribal volumes
Hooking to sounds that can pigmentize rooms
Of cousins so tight we act as latches
Especially on our nights, we burn as matches

Or when conversations splinter then bind
Like chaos dancing in a torpid mind
Our restless banter acts as masquerade
The gibberish of siblings kept in shade

And how can I forget where refuge is formed
Shaking off the stress that is commonly worn
With a grandmother composed with an anchor’s soul
In a world of diamonds, she made me more than coal

So I will clutch to fragments hoping they don’t diminish
Afraid they’ll vacate before my finish
It’s my memories that cold dementia wants to take
Without them how will my heart continue to quake

 

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Collapse
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
09 July 2014

 

I miss they way I would drift in your laughter
The tenor of your voice was like a bliss-filled disaster
And in those moments it was simply everything
In those moments you made the pores of my skin ping

But when your laugh evaporated into a forgotten steam
The idea of us muddled into a restless scream
For I knew what rested in my heart’s cove
I knew of the apathy that was tightly sewn

Yet at times, the pattern you were able to disrupt
Ensuring my feeling’s bile wouldn’t erupt
And to this day those memories are apt to seethe
Boiling over in the cracks of my dreams

Take the time when we laid among television flashes
Melded together as eyelids to lashes
Your body’s warmth acted as if a sedative
The worry that blazed within became relative

Or when belted bodies were propelled by your rapidity
Our laced hands were the only thing that offered stability
That, and your soothing toneless inflection
Pacified a growing rejection

And because your soul burns as receptive
You were able to blend with my family of skeptics
I think that is why I entertained dropping my name
Unaware it was my goal to maim

Yet the day came when hate blurred my sight
I found myself stretching my heart’s blight
Did you feel when my kiss started to chill?
Did you feel how my pulse began to reel?

Those passive signs were just a hint
As subtle as the silent killer’s scent
But eventually my heart would beat bold
With each tremor we turned cold

Finally we two became blindly polar
Your temper toward me bordered on solar
But I purposely acted as the match
That led to our shapely collapse

So now I add you to my pills of remorse
Guilt-slicked about our rocky course
To the guy who stood as God’s judge
I never learned how to truly love

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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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