Submissions by JamieCummins
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A perceiver of things
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 1:28am
7th Apr 2013 1:28am
Do not let death be your downfall
Do not let death be your downfall.
Many ride down the brazen path of mortality, foolish and oblivious,
never truly aware of themselves
or understand what it is to say they exist.
Many wallow within themselves, too enclasped in their own thoughts to face the dawning of the day, and reality is a fallacy, understanding should lie within,
yet all that is found is shadow.
But it is few - few - who truly know themselves and their world. Do not be an extreme - seek to know,
to understand and experience,
and experience that within yourself
- insulation...
Many ride down the brazen path of mortality, foolish and oblivious,
never truly aware of themselves
or understand what it is to say they exist.
Many wallow within themselves, too enclasped in their own thoughts to face the dawning of the day, and reality is a fallacy, understanding should lie within,
yet all that is found is shadow.
But it is few - few - who truly know themselves and their world. Do not be an extreme - seek to know,
to understand and experience,
and experience that within yourself
- insulation...
597 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Mar 2013 00:16am
30th Mar 2013 00:16am
Return
familiarity is frail
a sickly patient, pacing circles in an empty ward
awaiting its demise
succumbing to terminal change.
So few things keep it alive
yet it stands
pale and green
but alive
aware of its own fate, and yet remains in itself a boisterous brag of resilience.
Resilience, or ignorance? A doublethinking familiarity?
What's all in all is all that ends.
a sickly patient, pacing circles in an empty ward
awaiting its demise
succumbing to terminal change.
So few things keep it alive
yet it stands
pale and green
but alive
aware of its own fate, and yet remains in itself a boisterous brag of resilience.
Resilience, or ignorance? A doublethinking familiarity?
What's all in all is all that ends.
530 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 00:59am
10th Mar 2013 00:59am
Manipulation
Change
self-imposed as it is
yet constant regardless
imposition is more a guide
of an inevitable mover of being.
So guided it may be - and guided through the choice of the mind itself, the mind creating new forms of itself for itself.
and yet is the self and mind akin? The mind moves its new realities, but new beings are not a constant favourable projection
a self knows its own shortcomings yet no corrections, only emulations of former failings in new aspects, or perhaps improving sufficient areas.
We encompass control of ourselves - our self is...
self-imposed as it is
yet constant regardless
imposition is more a guide
of an inevitable mover of being.
So guided it may be - and guided through the choice of the mind itself, the mind creating new forms of itself for itself.
and yet is the self and mind akin? The mind moves its new realities, but new beings are not a constant favourable projection
a self knows its own shortcomings yet no corrections, only emulations of former failings in new aspects, or perhaps improving sufficient areas.
We encompass control of ourselves - our self is...
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2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
24th Feb 2013 9:52pm
24th Feb 2013 9:52pm
'Ending Song'
(this is the final track of an album I am midway through recording, still operating under the working title of 'Ending Song'.)
There's no need for you to say you're sorry
there's no need for you to say you're sorry.
There's no need for you to try and be happy
there's no need for you to smile through it all.
Look at your life from the biggest picture
you're not a cog in the wheel of the universe,
you're an observer.
There's no way that we can understand
there's no way that we can understand.
We're dull colours on a fading canvas ...
There's no need for you to say you're sorry
there's no need for you to say you're sorry.
There's no need for you to try and be happy
there's no need for you to smile through it all.
Look at your life from the biggest picture
you're not a cog in the wheel of the universe,
you're an observer.
There's no way that we can understand
there's no way that we can understand.
We're dull colours on a fading canvas ...
688 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 2:16am
24th Feb 2013 2:16am
The Universal Equation (1)
Everything my thoughts touch turns to death.
Transience - that familiar catalyst of despair - is a constant, a mathematical 'k'.
Numbers have more significance in it - those abbreviated representations, intangible, almost purely conceptual - stand for entireties of knowledge and existence.
The sum of all efforts equates to a simple end, a zero.
O, it is logic, but a logic mired in paradox! But whose claim justifies a logical being?
Infinity is impossible, mathematically, and yet the environment of thought and being is boundless.
Death sums an end of...
Transience - that familiar catalyst of despair - is a constant, a mathematical 'k'.
Numbers have more significance in it - those abbreviated representations, intangible, almost purely conceptual - stand for entireties of knowledge and existence.
The sum of all efforts equates to a simple end, a zero.
O, it is logic, but a logic mired in paradox! But whose claim justifies a logical being?
Infinity is impossible, mathematically, and yet the environment of thought and being is boundless.
Death sums an end of...
636 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 00:47am
23rd Feb 2013 00:47am
Waves
Hide me
just take me
I can't watch this
this deterioration of everything
this melancholy resonating through
chambers
chambers of reality
which we all traverse through
I refuse.
leave me in my chamber
isolated
and let any losses be mine
I cannot watch the destruction of general reality like a wave on a beach
a wave that hits us all
and drowns us in its dismal eventualities
harsh truths suffocating us all
who we reward with tears
and build it up higher
the growth exponential
infinite
until the final crashing ...
just take me
I can't watch this
this deterioration of everything
this melancholy resonating through
chambers
chambers of reality
which we all traverse through
I refuse.
leave me in my chamber
isolated
and let any losses be mine
I cannot watch the destruction of general reality like a wave on a beach
a wave that hits us all
and drowns us in its dismal eventualities
harsh truths suffocating us all
who we reward with tears
and build it up higher
the growth exponential
infinite
until the final crashing ...
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 00:16am
23rd Feb 2013 00:16am
Lament
Absence makes the heart grow
fonder
A voluntary permanence in absence invokes
the deepest longing for
reconciliation
the retention of something so insignificant
that passive hello or that 'rainy sky is darker today'
and yet removal of the self
draws with it an alternate idea
of what one's existence consisted of
and the importance of the lack
of being
is reinstated as a missing link
on a chain of reality
But the holes are filled in concrete lament
normality returns in its typical form
awaiting its next imbalance...
fonder
A voluntary permanence in absence invokes
the deepest longing for
reconciliation
the retention of something so insignificant
that passive hello or that 'rainy sky is darker today'
and yet removal of the self
draws with it an alternate idea
of what one's existence consisted of
and the importance of the lack
of being
is reinstated as a missing link
on a chain of reality
But the holes are filled in concrete lament
normality returns in its typical form
awaiting its next imbalance...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2013 11:55pm
3rd Feb 2013 11:55pm
Pictures
in every frame of reality
there draws a frame of infinity
and yet that is a product of itself
that makes it exponentially more
if the shroud of subjectivity were torn
so too would we be from
the overwhelming enormity
of the moment
which would pass our mind
we live in stacked boxes in a mailing room
marked 'return to sender'
with little holes for air and light peeping through
but we never really know where we are
until we reach the end of that journey.
there draws a frame of infinity
and yet that is a product of itself
that makes it exponentially more
if the shroud of subjectivity were torn
so too would we be from
the overwhelming enormity
of the moment
which would pass our mind
we live in stacked boxes in a mailing room
marked 'return to sender'
with little holes for air and light peeping through
but we never really know where we are
until we reach the end of that journey.
674 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 11:15pm
21st Jan 2013 11:15pm
Dirge
To be seated at the climax
of life's musical
but deaf and blind
not to realise the occurrence
is the finale of the crescendo
of circumstances so dear;
is this not where we all are?
What is life, but a pretty-sounding
often avant-garde and scary
piece of music?
and what are we but deaf revellers
in the universal theatre
planted like clueless flowers
in the midst of everything?
and so I sat,
a fixture
watching
observing
but not hearing, feeling
as life
my life
hit its...
of life's musical
but deaf and blind
not to realise the occurrence
is the finale of the crescendo
of circumstances so dear;
is this not where we all are?
What is life, but a pretty-sounding
often avant-garde and scary
piece of music?
and what are we but deaf revellers
in the universal theatre
planted like clueless flowers
in the midst of everything?
and so I sat,
a fixture
watching
observing
but not hearing, feeling
as life
my life
hit its...
830 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 10:46pm
20th Jan 2013 10:46pm
Fall
Phoenix perched
on a window ledge
you draw me
like a moth to a flame
and charr my slight wings
to a crisp,
that give out only weak
wisps of desire
and in their final flutters
sing their dying song
'What if, what if, what if'
as I gently descend
from the height of aspiration.
While you remain
immaculate
sitting at the head of
my Everything
flame always burning
in my eyes and mind
'til oxygen exhausts
and you, too.
on a window ledge
you draw me
like a moth to a flame
and charr my slight wings
to a crisp,
that give out only weak
wisps of desire
and in their final flutters
sing their dying song
'What if, what if, what if'
as I gently descend
from the height of aspiration.
While you remain
immaculate
sitting at the head of
my Everything
flame always burning
in my eyes and mind
'til oxygen exhausts
and you, too.
602 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 2:42am
20th Jan 2013 2:42am
Santa Ponsa
To what does the mind aspire?
a sweet, temporary attire
laced in a stench of
inebriation and
a subtle coaxing of
feral instincts
to sooth the brain
yet poison it?
Is this the pinnacle of being?
Every complexity -
confused moments in linear
progressive distorted time -
best spent accumulating
temporary egoisms?
If that is the sum of existence,
strike my name from residency
and dress me like a clown
in an asylum.
a sweet, temporary attire
laced in a stench of
inebriation and
a subtle coaxing of
feral instincts
to sooth the brain
yet poison it?
Is this the pinnacle of being?
Every complexity -
confused moments in linear
progressive distorted time -
best spent accumulating
temporary egoisms?
If that is the sum of existence,
strike my name from residency
and dress me like a clown
in an asylum.
749 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2013 00:21am
18th Jan 2013 00:21am
Delusion
it is so nice
to live
with the mind
as the centre
of every universe
but universes
are conceived
in the mind
shells are centres
giving and receiving
protection
from higher being
it is too cold
up there
no man ever saw himself as
any less
to be that man
to live
with the mind
as the centre
of every universe
but universes
are conceived
in the mind
shells are centres
giving and receiving
protection
from higher being
it is too cold
up there
no man ever saw himself as
any less
to be that man
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