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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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So I Had A Drink Or Five

skyYou left me defenseless.
Tore me down,
left me senseless.
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.
all the way down,
kissing your lips,
right before I touch the ground.
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.
dwells here no more.
However, my wings,
never again shall soar.
A victory,
small as me.
A loss,
cold as can be.
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…
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,
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…
Feel the pain…
feel the loss…
but know love…
know happiness…
know yourself.
Find the center…
expand it…
till yours and mine…
Let us grow outward…
let us end this…
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.
You’re bleeding…
he takes two steps and falls.
blinds me.
binds me.
caught up…
caught up in the current.
No way to fight…
no way to escape.
No way out…
no way down.
before the blood…
can hit the ground…
Jake Sellers 12
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Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Poems


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Planted in Stone

I am laying down and giving in,
to the mother of invention.
I have killed every motive,
as well as every intention.
I have tried so very hard,
for so very long.
I have grown weak,
and then grown strong.
I wish I could do this,
I wish I could save you.
But not much do I know,
but what I know is true.
I can’t lay down here,
and wait for you to awake.
I can’t watch you intently,
awaiting for something to break.
Just watch the war,
as it wages within.
Trying to reach through,
time and time again.
I cannot watch it destroy you,
cannot stand the pain.
Written plainly on your face,
watching your soul slowly drain.
Watching you weaken under them,
falling to the ground.
Watching you get lost,
caught up in the sound.
I have tried before,
will not try anymore.
For only you, the missing pieces,
may restore.
when next we meet,
may you have rock,
beneath your feet.
Jake Sellers 12
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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Poems


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Natural Grip

I’m a dying whisper,
a sad twist of fate.
I’m a soothing anger,
of mellow hate.
Open your heart,
let me in.
Open your mind,
please allow me to begin.
I’m a little off,
some say insane.
I’m slightly soft,
bringing chilling pain.
I am the fruits,
of their labor.
Every false prophet,
every real neighbor.
They have created in me,
a will to survive.
Little did they know,
I would find myself alive.
better than ever before.
anger roiling in my core.
I have come,
I tore a hole through it,
So do your worst,
do your best.
Beat me down,
and put me to the test.
But know this,
know one thing.
I have come,
Sent here to help,
help stoke the fire.
So give in,
give in to desire.
Do what you will,
what you will to each other.
Strike him down,
your own Goddamned brother.
Try to find it,
a little respect.
Each thrust only tightens,
Take her,
bring her to the ground.
But remember this,
for hearing it will be the last sound.
With primal scream,
and fluid grace.
I shall remove,
Expose you,
for what you really are.
A demon,
touched by the wish of a star.
A magical mask,
a villainous trick.
A broken neck,
and an exposed logic.
So before you go,
removing the head of a hydra.
Maybe think a bit,
and don’t go fucking with karma.
Jake Sellers 12

Posted by on November 5, 2012 in Poems


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Perennial Breath

Doctor, quick he is beginning to see.
Give him a hot-shot of adrenaline,
for just a small added fee.
Make his eyes see again.
Bring him back to life,
no matter the cost in sin.
She needs him dearly.
His presence, his being,
the only thing she can see clearly.
Everything else beheld with doubt.
Locked in a prison,
his eyes the only way out.
Doctor, quick she has begun retreat.
Declaring love, while all he can see,
is the slow movement coming from her feet.
Complications abound here.
A constant battle to wage,
against the hate, pain and fear.
Abused ankles crack.
He hits the ground,
she follows, both under constant attack.
You are nothing.
The cunning enemy,
always comes up with something.
Crippled there, threatened by more,
he reaches for her,
finding the strength, deep in his core.
She glances his way.
Battered as she is,
she cries to him, begs him to stay.
So there they are, miles apart.
He feels her, she him, eternally connected,
by the heart.
With hope he looks to the sunrise.
For he has become immune,
to the constant lies.
He has died, a million times.
Yet still his heart beats,
still his lips spit poetic rhymes.
He was overdosed by the black.
His skull bashed in, throat slashed,
and still he comes back.
His heart thrown through a shredder.
He has reconstructed it,
so that it’s even better.
He fights on even after death.
Winning every battle,
even if it steals his breath.
Immortal he has become now.
This old soul,
never shall it fucking bow.
Never shall he break.
Thinking anything different,
was your first mistake.
He screams at the sky for more.
No reply is given,
he has already had all in store.
Perplexed, the enemy has become.
With a smile and a shrug,
he says here I come.
He has learned to fight.
His sword made from steel, blood,
and his own transcendent light.
The tide has turned.
He can only pray someday,
she will have learned.
Jake Sellers 12

Posted by on November 1, 2012 in Poems


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