Stylus & Page

Closure

Jamie Spencer — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 00:17:08 +0000

Pivotal moments became incendental years.
Instumental interactions lost to debilatating fears.
Contempt for yourself bred insufferable nights.
Regret led to to sorrow and intolerable plights.
Many nights I sat waiting, in hopes you’d come through.
Many nights I sat listening, to the curses so true.
Watching and waiting, she always fed me the truth.
Constant deliberating on when to flee from my youth.
At once like a spark the feeilng rang out so true.
The loathing I felt was reserved only for you.
You left me alone, to face the demons outright.
You’re heart was a stone that snuffed out the light.
But try as you might, I still found my own way.
Because your shining bad example, it still showed the way.
You see as hard as you tried to make me bitter inside,
I saw through your ruse and found a way to refuse.
I’m a much better man that you ever hoped to be,
and as much as it pains you I owe you James Lee.
If it were not for you and your absence from me,
then I would not have realized just what I could be.
So as much as you tried to leave me out in the cold,
I want you to know thats it’s you who was sold.
Sold a lesson of life that’s as old as the days.
That you can’t stop the light, despite your dark ways.
You see a man is born with a path in his heart.
And no man will abandon it right from the start.
He might be tricked or persuaded to stray,
but in his heart he always dreams of the day.
The day when he will make his own little one smile.
The day when he realizes you helped him all the while.
Thanks Pop, for all that you never did, sincerely your own dear little kid.

Numbers

Jamie Spencer — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 19:28:07 +0000

Second hand wisdom from a first rate loser,
Third person dictum from a second class boozer.
Sixth sense numbed by the first wave of static,
Last will succumbed in a manner most erratic.
Fifth place finish in a race called being.
First face I saw when I actually started seeing.

I am of the Ether

Jamie Spencer — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 20:22:57 +0000

Stem cell static billowing forth with the luminiferous glow of awareness.
Omnipotent wavelengths pervading all space, an algorhythm without anamoly or unfairness.
Telekinetic intent falling softly on phosferous pages igniting a thought.
Metaphorical motion through a plain of pure energy, no opposing forces to be fought.
Mind Loves Misery and misery loves synergy, a vibrato of the spirit.
Conductive intellection ever rising to crecendo, if only you’d stop to hear it.
Galvanic effects on the world as we see it, visible only in binary form.
Magnetic impulses projected forward, eluding detection among the norm.
I am of the Ether…….

Navigating the Detritus

Jamie Spencer — Sat, 16 Jul 2011 18:38:33 +0000

Projecting confidence yet harboring doubt, determined like the spider below the water spout.
Dripping with potential while just treading the water, clay yet to be molded on the wheel of the potter.
Exuding raw talent yet making no ground, a diamond in the rough yet to be found.
Bleeding pure thoughts right into thin air, a net with a hole captures nothing to spare.
Projecting sheer greatness from a fragile precepice, wings that won’t spread leave no chance at exodus.

Noir

Jamie Spencer — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 21:57:10 +0000

So comforting the darkness, enveloping yet vast.
So reassuring the abyss, staring at me from the past.
Ever fleeting is the spark, that small glimmer of light.
Never seeping through the dark, for more than just a night.
Vigilant is my melancholy, never straying from my side.
Steadfast with its demagogy, my subconcious is its pride.
So peaceful is the turmoil, a Stockholms case in my head.
So graceful is the coil, the serpent pining for the dead.

208

Jamie Spencer — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 20:35:11 +0000

Pharamones hang in the air like a spring morning’s rain.
The smell of sex and whiskey connect xrated synapses in your brain.
Tepid old feelings are turned instantly into scorching attractions.
Fifteen hours to make up for fifteen years of lost interactions.
A fleeting glimpse at what might have been under different circumstances.
A place to control what today will bring, a place to take some chances.
The walls have ears and the hallways whisper about who or what they were.
Heartbeats race while desires are met in a fifteen hour blur.
A place like no other before and perhaps no place ever after.
But a place none the less that will live on forever in a memory of sweat, lust and laughter.

EnRoute to Texas

Jamie Spencer — Wed, 06 Jul 2011 17:46:59 +0000

Above the clouds like a pillow soft interstate, enroute to Texas, all systems go, activate.
On the air like a wayfaring albatross, enroute to Texas, forge ahead to mourne a loss.
Decending slowly with anticipation in crecendo, enroute to Texas, inhibition out the window.

Leaving Beaumont

Jamie Spencer — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 22:43:14 +0000

Foolish behavior and selfish pride, leaving Beaumont with ambition inside.
Road trippin’ warrior-novice at life,off to adventure whatever the price.
Best of intentions and worst odds of success, no time to look back, too weary too rest.
Was it all worth it in the end? Too early to tell. I guess it will come out in the wash, if you dont mind the smell.

Cloak of Secrets

Jamie Spencer — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 19:27:26 +0000

Clandestine encounters due to impulsive last chances.
Exotic excursions born of percieved seductive glances.
Cryptic musings placed gently on sandy foundations.
Covert misgivings based on informal reservations.
Sublte transmissions overflowing with truth.
Obscure reminicing set in motion by youth.
Translucent transgressions eluding detection.
Secrets now cloaked by guided misdirection.

Devoid of Substance

Jamie Spencer — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 20:31:05 +0000

Interaction little more than sililoquy, satisfaction elusive like fantasy.
Distraction abundant from heresy, reaction condusive to fallacy.
Attrition of senses from constant assault, fruition of guilt from being at fault.
Condition of happiness ground to a halt, remission of morals, pillars of salt.
Traversing infinity & feasting on sin, reserving the agony seething within.
Coercing & coaxing peace to begin, unnerving the prospect of starting again.