JKBLAYLOCK

A new poem

Life Spin me spin me spin round When I drop you can look down Falling over but looking up I'm dropping again no one pick me up I can trip it all up all by myself Spin me round

Answering the Asked Questions test me, I'm so use to being toyed with about my knowing, ask your questions and find my answers; be they pure genius or merely mundane... I never claimed Einstein, nor any other human, as the fuel for my brains' power, it's simply live and learn or learning to try living but never losing all my hope and sadly dying

Phaser Set to Stun ok, Darling, does Mr. Bones, know you well enough to prescribe prescriptions? because the last time I checked he was just a doctor Jim, far out there, so when was that perfect aha moment whenever spacey theories held gravity I’ll just be here waiting with my phaser set to stun, don’t wanna hurt no one james kenneth blaylock 5-26-21

Featured in my book apothecary

Featured in Apothecary

Let the right one in

Pang of Denial 　 the blood spoke out loudly, singing to those listening ears, it grew from body warm to a cooler shade of blue, but still remained red nothing helped and it sunk into the earth down below it took on the form of yellow... there it was now, depressed, and clinging to the unsung; those ancient skeletons of the fallen yesteryears, denied 1-10-11 james kenneth blaylock

The Edge of the Abyss (Gain) even though, I have always suffered the deepest grasp of dark depression I never gave my pains over to drink nor chemical inducing hallucinogen instead, I choose, to face the red-eyed-demons of damp exhaustion, head-on, I went headlong into creepy dysfunction, standing on the edge of the abyss, gain james kenneth blaylock

Dear, is it Clear? I love you I hug you I kiss you What do you do You hate me You hit me You kick me Dear Is this what you call love It seems to be so unclear Maybe you should rethink it Dear I love you I hug you I kiss you I hope you love me too Dear Love should be clear

Lucky 7 Mirror Mirror When you Fall Will seven Years luck Be Given to Us all Or Would we Be lucky If we Do not Get any Reflection Stuck In our Feet

Life Spin me spin me spin round When I drop you can look down Falling over but looking up I'm dropping again no one pick me up I can trip it all up all by myself Spin me round

The Old Owl Uttered dark dew drops coming from the old owl's eyes, as he'd seen the eons of far and long behind but nothing, no wisdom(s), he's ever uttered outright were even taken, as more, than cuckoo bird looniness although, soon, the sky will cry its clouds and stars out... james kenneth blaylock 7-25-12

Between Two Strangers cannot make you seek, cannot make you speak we could sit with our loose limbs folded up we could sit with each other but, still be, so out of touch loveless and lost on a dark starless night numbingly letting the time slip between two strangers james kenneth blaylock

Good Enough Liar do not reveal your secrets to everyone, anyone, none instead, horde them up safely in your own head no one needs to know the true you, nobody deserves to see the knowledge that exist inside your dull bones no, not even you yourself if, if you’re a good enough liar james kenneth blaylock

Truly True North smithereens in the old bloodstream, a remanence of childlike innocence once believing in everyone, everything but free will creates wilding creatures whichever way is truly true north, really whenever the rules change intermittently sure, run around the world as bodiless beasts, but hang on to the senselessness, headstones james kenneth blaylock 10-27-22

Want and Woe time moves on and on and on I sit here waiting to finally begin… the years pass by and the tears dry reminiscing about who I will become though the nightmares of want and woe won’t ever slow, never slow, I sit right here waiting james kenneth blaylock 11-6-22

Telepathically wanting a warrant to arrest the sorrowful pain that had overshadowed the plentiful, joyful, mercies... wishing the see the lit sun instead of only overcasting moving the clouds telepathically so your thoughts fly like eagles james kenneth blaylock 12-2-19

My Hollow Heart's Eyes late at night, after all those bored people have gone to bed, that's when the beautiful star filled emptiness awakens, my hollow heart's eyes... the signs and signals are there, comforting me, alas, I tend to pay more attention to black cats, midnight owls and nightingales, my affections steering this heavy wheel through the caress of backwood trees, their crooked gnarled limbs invite me deeper into some shadowy thicket freely, veering away from hubbubing yesterday, slumbering escapes me, as the salty silhouette of a lone wolf tells me of a hungry consumption James Kenneth Blaylock

Love Hate Love love, you twisting beast; I thought we were related, but you're such a slippery devil with much too much cunning... although, I surmise, we were forced in our first meeting, with unkindness, 　 but I have a sneaking feeling, that in due time we can become acquainted corretly - and it'll last because though we've rammed our heads before, in the past, we're never really done as there's no living without the slightest shimmer of hope - besides hate's far too haughty