from the same trunk we have branched out
exposing our similarities within the exoskeleton of our bark,
sprouting families of the same DNA.
labeled differently for ease of dissemination when the seasons change,
dropping wisdom back into the soil, allowing the Faith of our past
to be recirculated into the roots of a new generation.
each leaf proudly boasting its own color,
genetically identical, yet each hue denotes nothing special…
just to the eye.
becoming lustful of the flesh that boasts a different shade,
each branch becomes in competition with itself
masked by the foolish idea it is more evolved than its counterpart..
revolution has begun on the surface and it causes limbs to twist –
branches to die, reaching across to impose – to dominate;
the outward battle rages a fire that burns and scars within
slowly covering the past, and fooling tomorrows sprouts that this is the first
war of its kind.
and in the daylight, each tree dies blindly,
not realizing that its plight has become a reflection of the same genocide
happening around it.
clouds pour down rain of hope
begging with thunder to evoke a change of heart
if only, the leaves would look up once again.

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God Bless

False Prophets

In a world divided by paper, how can we sit complacent and demand  revival.  

When beautiful trees find themselves buried underneath concrete words of hate, how do we figure tomorrow we will have hope to breath in.

 The soil has been stained with blood, harvested with the sins of false faith. 

Following the shine of fallen stars only leads us deeper into the same black hole.

 So many are willing to sacrifice Mana for fast food, allowing our souls to die. 

Knowing all too well, they offer drinks from an ocean that leaves a seemingly unquenchable thirst. ©jdj 2017

The Eye of the Storm

Swirling desperation and hope within uncontrolled confined spaces that
bring grey to life.
Taking silence, and maddening its deafening scream –
pounding the colors out of now muted coronas.
leaving broken branches blindly beating against each other in hopes
of finding solace, in the cushion of tattered leaves.

Subsiding winds seem to lure out a false confidence between the falling raindrops,
wanting a departure from the violent thunder that berated tired fields into submission.

Buildings lie to rest and dust settles in a restless slumber –
fearing that terror creeps back between distant sighs
in the eye of the storm.
©jdj 2017


I have not forgotten that Blank Stare you left me with

 I have not let go of that emptiness that you have filled me with. I’m searching down dark alleys, I’m searching through the shadows for What’s Left of Me.

I felt your fingers trapse across the back of my neck and it chilled me to the Bone, for I  knew you had left me; long forgotten. 

Your laughter comes back to me like Memories a longtime sufferer of dementia relives, each moment as if it were happening now yet ,they are nothing but lost breaths that scatter my fears across the open-air.

 Let go let go my mind tells me but, my soul clings on

 my heart beats your name

 what am I supposed to do, lost between raindrops, hidden in the reflections of the atmosphere;

 that is where I hide, hoping that I can catch a ride down upon snowflakes and maybe stain your cheek with my love once more.©jdj2017


So I picked up the phone and HIGHLIGHTED your name,
it counted visually for me the lifetime of seconds you did not answer.

On the other end lies my heartbeat, my laughter-

a piece of my soul. 

So I exhale, holding onto this lifeline.

Watching the picture of you-seemingly smiling,

at me.

Knowing the last of that light is frozen,

in the muted frames of my cellphone screen.

Conversations of a life passed by seem to flash before me and 

I feel that quietness began to trickle down.  

I am having coversations with the memory of you and 

realize the Hello I am responding to is not real.

Hearing the tones of your voice recite such familiar words 

leaves me talking to the space between us.

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