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Truth in Color

Thoughts of violence and passive apathy clash like titans in a world drowned in silence. Metaphors get tied up in riddles so that none may discern the truth. For if the soul is shred open and the truth finally escapes, would it not be bathed in the myths of the ages? Would there indeed be no chivalrous Knight charging his way towards glory? If you would only take the time to speak to the ashes of yesterday and allowed the lessons to break through prideful walls and exemplary business models, well you might just find your mind swimming with the possibilities. Can you not hear the wind? It calls for you.

When the reward for some is the devil to others and when the world has come full turn. Will the snow melt away to reveal the spring or will the cold never flee? Will the sun shine on in silent judgement and watch as we drift into black? Will it ever have a chance to bear witness to our end or will this disease of hate send us spinning much sooner? Questions asked before the end only ever bring the pain of knowledge. Madman or not the end result is the same and ashes will be ashes and dust will of course be dust and the world will exist only so long as you can conceive it. Can you not hear the wind? It calls for you my friend.

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Posted by on January 28, 2016 in Paradise Drift

 

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Crimson Regret

If a picture is worth a million words then what use are our ears? Please don’t make me fall back asleep. The rain falls like regret from a vein and the world is surrounded by crimson. I see pale blue turn blank as the pages catch fire and turn to ash swept up by a cruel wind. I just can’t go back to sleep. Please don’t make me go back to sleep.

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Posted by on July 31, 2014 in Paradise Drift

 

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Good Medicine

psychedelic_marijuana_artTell me the story again,
the one about God.
Tell me he loves me,
that he truly cares.
Tell me he gave me life,
gave me form.
Tell me he gave me food,
water to live.
Fruit to vine,
fruit from root.
Tell me again,
how he gave me earth,
ground to stand upon.
Tell me he knows me,
knows me intimate.
Seeing me more clearly,
then I could ever hope to see myself.
Then explain,
I beg.
Explain how you can dictate,
what I take from this gift.
What tools I use,
that he gave me,
to survive.
Tell me again,
of how you know his will.
Tell me again how yours,
is the only truth to be had.
Guide me,
lie to me,
keep me safe from myself.
You have decided what your God is,
I have learned of mine.
Can you not just find happiness,
happiness that I at least know God.
Feel the energy of this creator,
falling carelessly into the web he cast.
Getting stuck,
shaking it off and rolling deeper.
I am finding the center,
trickling ever closer.
Let me be,
you find the center your way,
leave me to mine.
We will only ever always,
meet in the middle.
‘Jake Sellers ’12

 
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Posted by on January 24, 2013 in Poems

 

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Divine Truth

tumblr_lysdrfLc5c1qizutyo1_500Purple flashes,
mixed with crimson,
blinding blue crashes into me.
Knees weaken,
one strength withers,
while true strength blooms.
Learning to fall.
Fall inward.
Searching for truth.
Finding just more blue.
Clutching the moment,
as if I owned it,
snatched right out of your unforgiving hands.
Take everything from me,
I will find it once again.
Never did I give up on her,
this ancient Goddess.
Breaking all that I could in search of her.
I reveled in the sound of the crashes,
got high on the smoke,
from the fire,
built so high and with specific purpose…
I learned to live to die.
Every last breath a curse,
another lock clicking into place,
keeping me enchained to the earth.
When all I truly wanted was to fly…
Then she,
the one I wrote for,
the one I dreamed for,
the hope,
my breath,
she came to me.
I collapsed in upon her,
with little thought to what she needed,
I selfishly claimed her as my deity…
I ignored the river and steadied my hands,
shook off doubt,
cast death back to the shadows,
and dissolved into her eyes.
Flying.
Soaring.
Falling.
Breaking,
Drifting.
Flying.
Soaring.
Falling.
The cycle repeats,
but breaking slowly ceases.
Drifting,
they give in to gravity,
fingertips lightly touching,
as the wind brings them together,
momentarily,
before the storm rages on.
Every wound drives them closer,
every shattered bone,
only strengthens the bond between them.
The blood rains freely…
blending and becoming one…
when it finally falls to the surface of the earth.
It flows together,
and upward,
winding its way to each of them,
pulling them down,
into each others hungry,
waiting,
arms.
They find heaven there,
and each time it only bears yet more fruit.
Grown from soil they nourished themselves,
nourished with blood,
sweat,
and tears.
Blood gives the roots,
gives the roots a beat.
Sweat gives the bark,
gives the bark moisture,
Tears of truth,
they bring rain…
healing rain…
cleansing rain…
never pain…
There they build rock,
to set foot in,
and stay grounded there…
In their own heaven,
surrounded by the ones they love,
forever.
Jake Sellers ’12

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2013 in Poems

 

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So I Had A Drink Or Five

skyYou left me defenseless.
Tore me down,
left me senseless.
Falling,
losing control.
Losing it,
giving in to this pull.
Let it take me,
drag me down.
All the way,
I love the sound.
I don’t care,
what have I left.
A broken shell,
with nothing but ashes to sift.
Dripping,
falling,
all the way down,
kissing your lips,
right before I touch the ground.
Dashed,
upon the rocks.
Begging for just a glimpse,
before the door locks.
Click click,
goes the loaded weapon.
I can’t even,
make it to heaven.
Bang bang,
goes the closing door.
Now only cold waves,
crash upon my shore.
Darkness,
dwells here no more.
However, my wings,
never again shall soar.
A victory,
small as me.
A loss,
cold as can be.
Shaking…
Waiting…
Anticipating…
Dreaming…
Screaming…
Shaking…
Waking…
Baking…
Staying…
Laying…
Under skies of eternal blue…
Lost in a memory…
of you…
Jake Sellers ‘at the end
 
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Posted by on December 1, 2012 in Poems

 

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River Dreams Pt.2

It is human nature…
to question our nature.
It is human emotion…
that has destroyed all emotion.
It therefore absolutely must be stated…
that our ability to think,
is what shall destroy us.
Or rather perhaps…
our ability to hate…
to murder…
to take…
take,
and fucking take…
that shall destroy us.
We collect trophies of the lost,
keeping them proudly displayed,
upon each of our sleeves.
What is it that drives us…
drives us to war?
What is it that takes us…
takes us to war?
Looking inward…
then outward…
then up…
then down…
finding little more than more questions.
For every question answered…
is but another found.
They keep piling,
and all the while the war machines,
they keep firing.
We are drowning in them,
answering and finding,
questions…
so very many questions.
More need to turn inward.
Remove the physical,
remove borders,
remove nations,
remove God,
remove yourself…
and see the river.
Watch it flow eternal…
watch it…
dance.
Feel the pain…
feel the loss…
but know love…
know happiness…
know yourself.
Find the center…
expand it…
till yours and mine…
collide.
Let us grow outward…
together…
please…
let us end this…
war…
together.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 20, 2012 in Poems

 

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River Dreams

The smell…
has intoxicated me.
The smile…
has crushed me.
The draw…
the pull.
Blood…
life.
Blood…
death.
You’re bleeding…
he takes two steps and falls.
Fear…
blinds me.
Hate…
binds me.
Sweating…
screaming…
dreaming…
trailing…
caught up…
caught up in the current.
No way to fight…
no way to escape.
No way out…
no way down.
Free…
flee…
flee…
before the blood…
can hit the ground…
flee.
Jake Sellers 12
 
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Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Poems

 

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