jessickah

hey whats up

I wrote on the climbing page about Jackson Falls in Southern Illinois as a good place to climb, but I mistakenly did not send it to you directly.

Hey there. Snooper here. I really enjoy your works. A Saturday night home alone. Yay. Anyway I'd like to share one I wrote just before giving up several years of commercial fishing.

The Midwatch
Bathed in a humming, blood red glow
Are my eerie footsteps, metallic and slow
Echoing softly, up the starboard ladder
This nightly post has never been sadder
Voices in the dark:"You're early" "I know"
Troublesome dreams, idle chatter
We trade a lie for a lie, and a truth for a truth
As he slips below, I start to wonder
Do I really matter

The Arctic heavens make this vessel mundane
No longer so gallant, so daring or vane
Just a tiny boat in the icy beauty
But she's romantically eager, tempermental, and moody
The crew below is comatose as we limp home in pain
The holds still lacking booty
Even when they're full we complain
With nothing gained, I start to wonder
About honor, and duty

I imagine a lookout, on my mind's horizon
Out on the edge, and looking in
At a wayward soul, all alone on the sea
Who feels indentured, but ultimately free
An anarchist, wearily risen
For that midnight interlude
With an archaic tradition
Destiny adrift from me, I start to wonder
What else can I be

My eyes grow callous from staring through a lense
And always looking for a means to my ends
They cloud up with grief and blink away tears
Searching for something, for so many years
The darkness is harsh, and tears no longer cleanse
Even in calm seas my storm never ends
As a ship appears, I start to wonder
How to conquer my fears

Ships in the ice are like people I know
Passing and searching, no sentiments show
So distantly cold without one another
Yet each so complex we're about to smother
Like a girlfriend from years ago
When I was a cigarette, stubbed out for another
Relentless thoughts trickle like a nosebleed's flow
I start to wonder
What happened to my mother

Full of patience, my senses deprived
Shocking to think one can even survive
An entire hour, sans a thought, or a doubt
At last the captain's here, ten minutes to five
He's solemn, awake and devout
A welcome relief, someone else can drive
Cause I'll get where I'm going, whatever the route
Got to quit longing for that damsel to arrive
But I start to wonder
What love is all about



[Edited on Jan 21, 2006 8:47PM]

You are a great writer keep it up

Thank you for your passionate exposition of internal mania desire. Multi-tasking the spirit out of our flesh to foist upon cold structured machine. Organic heat of creativity burns continual in the spirit of expression, examination of the life-state, driving the questions for purpose. Interaction, the acts we engage, we are it and in this stimulation, you have my thanks. Be well, lovely spirit.

Sure thing, I'm always game for vertical fun. Are you still in Peoria? If so, we'll have to wait till warmer wether rolls around.

I like that.

Thank you so much for your kind words regarding the embodiment of my mind's churning through tongue flickers to finger taps. The rhythm is always vital to a uniquely personal expression. I can feel your frustration and resolve against the hollow and spiteful, your fire, you burn brightly as well. Radiant soul, reaching exploring, perhaps masked to the charms of one's own familiar symbols of beauty. So begins facination, the secrets of many avenues to survey. I thank you for the inspiration, for at times the taste is dust in my mouth. The body/spirit tend to wither in neglect or attack. Revitilzing source energies really takes a heavey rerouting of mental and physical resources.
I feel you feeling me and the heat's bold glow grows brighter.

Hey, new snooper here. Just wanted to say hello and I look forward to chatting. I am touched by your poetry. I write a bit too. I like sativa too, but in rare oubursts. Nice to see someone who's not too much of a "city girl" to like camping and climbing. I love stories....

I see you're into rock climbing. I just started a New Group. You should think about joining.

So i saw you today! Well at least I think I did!

You barely know me and you want to be my freind? Tahnks

after having cats since she was a toddler,my 40 year old sister found out today she is allergic to cats.

she told her doctor the cats were non-negotigable...

Another nice poem. Glad to see you are getting things out.

hey thanks! Yeah I need to do a lot of sketches for a computer game I am working on. I actually hate sketching

"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty." - Mohandas Gandhi

May not as deep at your writings but I thought it was a funny quote :

"The lottery is a tax on people who are bad at math."

welll hello there love the new pics that park looks like a lot of fun i miss spots in nature like that don't get me wrrong city life is fun and all but i still miss getting lost in the beauty of raw nature! i definetly need to get lost some tme soon i can't wat to read some more of your poetry hopefullly soon until then i will say good night and i will be talking to you soon

Nice to meet your acquaintance. You're definately a Cancer, I'm the 19th of July. Talk to you.