Practicing the Art Of Freestyle Writing
Inner Peace
Roaring balls of fire that cause my stomach to bleed,
Transcending into the bottom of my conscience,
Is a morsel of the former self,
The self that proclaimed defeat into battles of hell
The outer shell is of the happy source,
Defending the wounded,
Trying to uphold the bargain,
I have failed……….
One unit
That is the beginning of the source of life,
Mind, body, soul,
One
If the mind is sane but the body is in despair,
The mind too will go into despair,
If the body is full of health but the mind is in despair,
The body will attack itself,
Causing the mind to further itself into a place where only hell could be described
The soul is the roots of this tree of life, if you are without soul, you are without life.
©JACH 2010
Oh Those Pretty Little Lies You Tell...
Oh those pretty little lies you tell....
You think that no one will ever suspect, your misdeeds of disrespect... But you are only fooling your own self, believing that you hide so well, open and raw upon the shelf,
Oh those pretty little lies you tell....
You dress them up into fairy tales, praying your fortunes will prevail...
but those lies are all too stale....
Oh those pretty little lies you tell....
They say the web we weave, practicing to deceive, will churn our souls into knots, and sour the truths of our thought. But when you lie, you do it with grace...not a wrinkle on your face...not even a scornful eye....you truly are a master of your lie...
Oh those pretty little lies you tell...
©JACH 2010
You think that no one will ever suspect, your misdeeds of disrespect... But you are only fooling your own self, believing that you hide so well, open and raw upon the shelf,
Oh those pretty little lies you tell....
You dress them up into fairy tales, praying your fortunes will prevail...
but those lies are all too stale....
Oh those pretty little lies you tell....
They say the web we weave, practicing to deceive, will churn our souls into knots, and sour the truths of our thought. But when you lie, you do it with grace...not a wrinkle on your face...not even a scornful eye....you truly are a master of your lie...
Oh those pretty little lies you tell...
©JACH 2010
I want to go home...first page of a potential novel...
I want to go home……Please take me home. I think that I have felt too much and that everything is getting away from me. Please.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I miss that place. The place that I never ever considered or wanted to return. The place that held so many memories that I have been trying to forget. Damaged goods. That is all that I see when I look in the mirror. What else am I supposed to think about myself when I never really amounted to anything incredible? Amazingly, when I was younger I always thought that I would be someone famous…..But not like this.
Fame is not the thing that I seek the most right now. Oh god I wish I had a hot cup of coffee to calm my nerves. Funny how we reach for things that are comforting but probably won’t calm anything. I was only fourteen when “I went sour”. Some people make me sound like I was a jug of milk or rotten fruit. I didn’t do anything that I would think that anyone else wouldn’t do in the same situation. My mom was MIA and my Pop’s well he couldn’t see himself out of the bottle. I know who he really loved, not me, but Jack. Jack would make him happy, and he would always go that extra mile for Jack. I just referred to it as his JD affliction.
My mom never called. All I know is that she was some sort of prostitute who became knocked up with yours truly, and dropped me off at the doorstep, literally the doorstep, in the middle of winter. I am sure that she had hoped that I would never have breathed but I escaped with only minor frostbite. Yes that is true I was welcomed into this world with ten fingers and eight toes.
Well this is turning into quite the sob story, probably not quite what you expected to read. Perhaps I should fast forward my life so that you don’t get all the crazy details. Shortly after my dad found me, Social Services decided he was not fit to raise me. I was placed with strict catholic grandparents. “Placed”, I just love how they use that word to justify tearing apart families and moving the children all around. It is the same as when the president uses “Climate Change” instead of “Global Warming”, always using spin words to treat the public like ignorant saps……and we fall for it every time. They soften the lingo and we are acceptant.
Living with my grandparents was as normal as you would expect. I went to church everyday. When I got old enough, Grandmother told me that I now had to pray every day for the sins of my parents, “especially that whore of a mother”. Very abrasive words when you are only seven. She really believed everything that a she preached. She believed that Jesus would save us and all of those sinners would be sent to hell. HELL? I thought that we already lived in hell.
TO BE CONTINUED...
©JACH 2009
I don’t know how to explain it, but I miss that place. The place that I never ever considered or wanted to return. The place that held so many memories that I have been trying to forget. Damaged goods. That is all that I see when I look in the mirror. What else am I supposed to think about myself when I never really amounted to anything incredible? Amazingly, when I was younger I always thought that I would be someone famous…..But not like this.
Fame is not the thing that I seek the most right now. Oh god I wish I had a hot cup of coffee to calm my nerves. Funny how we reach for things that are comforting but probably won’t calm anything. I was only fourteen when “I went sour”. Some people make me sound like I was a jug of milk or rotten fruit. I didn’t do anything that I would think that anyone else wouldn’t do in the same situation. My mom was MIA and my Pop’s well he couldn’t see himself out of the bottle. I know who he really loved, not me, but Jack. Jack would make him happy, and he would always go that extra mile for Jack. I just referred to it as his JD affliction.
My mom never called. All I know is that she was some sort of prostitute who became knocked up with yours truly, and dropped me off at the doorstep, literally the doorstep, in the middle of winter. I am sure that she had hoped that I would never have breathed but I escaped with only minor frostbite. Yes that is true I was welcomed into this world with ten fingers and eight toes.
Well this is turning into quite the sob story, probably not quite what you expected to read. Perhaps I should fast forward my life so that you don’t get all the crazy details. Shortly after my dad found me, Social Services decided he was not fit to raise me. I was placed with strict catholic grandparents. “Placed”, I just love how they use that word to justify tearing apart families and moving the children all around. It is the same as when the president uses “Climate Change” instead of “Global Warming”, always using spin words to treat the public like ignorant saps……and we fall for it every time. They soften the lingo and we are acceptant.
Living with my grandparents was as normal as you would expect. I went to church everyday. When I got old enough, Grandmother told me that I now had to pray every day for the sins of my parents, “especially that whore of a mother”. Very abrasive words when you are only seven. She really believed everything that a she preached. She believed that Jesus would save us and all of those sinners would be sent to hell. HELL? I thought that we already lived in hell.
TO BE CONTINUED...
©JACH 2009
To Love Whole Heartedly
Dear You:
I think that you are fantastic. You have a mind that would surprise the unsurprisable. You have inspired me to open my heart and show the love that I have inside. I am blessed and I know this because you love me. You carry me when I am tired and you give me the energy to go on. I know that you are with me whenever I feel alone. I know that you help me when my life seems to be in despair. I see reflections of you in me.
Whenever I am out for a walk, the wonders and beauty will take away my breath. The way that the wind blows and the earth moves, reminds me of how interconnected we all are to this beautiful place. If you are not spiritual, you are blind. If you can not see that there is something going on around us that we are such a small part of then you are ignorant. We are not able to know everything and who would want to really?
©JACH 2010
I think that you are fantastic. You have a mind that would surprise the unsurprisable. You have inspired me to open my heart and show the love that I have inside. I am blessed and I know this because you love me. You carry me when I am tired and you give me the energy to go on. I know that you are with me whenever I feel alone. I know that you help me when my life seems to be in despair. I see reflections of you in me.
Whenever I am out for a walk, the wonders and beauty will take away my breath. The way that the wind blows and the earth moves, reminds me of how interconnected we all are to this beautiful place. If you are not spiritual, you are blind. If you can not see that there is something going on around us that we are such a small part of then you are ignorant. We are not able to know everything and who would want to really?
©JACH 2010