Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Caution: ants on pavement


Grasp my heart with in your hands,
sugar on pavement attracts ants.
massage the shallow heart beats of my wounded heart,
sweet gentle tingles as the ants parade across your body.
Slay my heart with in your hands,
magnifying glass in the sun.
Rejoice as the last beat fades from my heart,
Smirk as the ants number dwindle.
Drop my petrified black heart,
gashing bare feet upon the pavement.
Playfully kicking the petrified shards,
mush the remnants where the lifeless ants bodies Layne.
petrified dust blows, of a heart you once nurtured.

-Jessi J


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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Vdo Support Dedicated in memory of Debra Jacobs



I came across a group of women, who's hearts all belong to the same man. The man thats tall dark and handsome, the man of many skins, a character acter. I found it odd how close we all got so quickly, and how genuine they were in their care for one another. Any problem and they are all there behind you. Suddenly i realized this wasnt really a group for the actor, Vincent D'onofrio, this was a family of women, united by one common attraction. What was about this man, that brought together all of these women, and myself. How is it possible women who are attracted to the same man, could all get along so well? Why did we all understand eachother beyond words?
Vincent Donofrio "VDO" as the ladies call him was born in 59" to a nice italian family in brooklyn. he stands at six foot four inches. He is called a character actor for the simple fact he as taken a wide veriety of roles, and seems to fit in about any role he does. He really lends himself to the role. His most known roles would be on Full Metal Jacket where he played pvt.Pyle, And Law and Order Criminal intent as det. Robert Goren.


The stories of how the women became part of the group are usually the same. They noticed him in movie, or show, and began to slowly develop a crush on him. Upon looking him up, they came across specific fan's with blogs, and groups online. There is an entire world with in the D'onofrio fans. An entire family of women, who will all be close, sharing every triumph and fail until their dying die.
Personally I have found more support with in this group of fans, than in any other support group i have joined. The women are kind, caring, supportive, and most of all non judgmental. They quickly became part of my everyday routine, not to see Vincent nessisarily, but it like checking in with family. We keep tabs on each other, joke around, share helpful tips, and of course the mutual photo commenting.

Still there must be something to the reason we all get along so well, and it cannot be just the mutual attraction. Vincent has a presentation that suggests he isnt pretty. he has rugged good looks, saying i've been through some rough times, and i need someone who understands me. I know personally, he has this attitude that strikes something familiar in my mind. He stands taller than all of the women in the group, maybe we all seek safety in his arms. I don't think i will ever pin point a reason we all came together, But i am thankful for them everyday. I am especially greatful for having been accepted into the group, and as a facet member i enjoy meeting new ladies just joining the group. I have yet to meet one that has been rude, mean, ugly, lying, stealing, general back stabbing, I hope i never do. Something about the man draws in the best group of women, in my experience.

I originally wrote a piece about this several months ago, but due to computer failures this has been rewritten. It is dedicated in loving memory of Debra Jacobs May she walk with angels guided wings, on the notes of the lords songs. She was born April, 17, 1951 a resident of Sunny Florida, and native of Maryland. She died Feb,13, 2012 of complications from pneumonia. A long standing memory of the Vdo society, and will be missed.


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Friday, February 10, 2012

What am I?



                I will never measure up to the fantasy girl you keep in your minds eye.  Shes beautiful, smart, sexy, and she'd die to be by your side. she's the kind of girl drugs didn't ruin. she's the type of lady whom doesn't get in fist fights, but could handle herself if she did. she's the type of mom, every child needs. she is the kind of wife you seek, when you get home from work she'll rub your feet, and have a 5 course dinner hot and ready. She could never stand the thought of another man Since you tamed her. You're her savor, with out your love and motivation she'd be a goner. You're the gift that keeps on giving - a love like no other, a beautiful daughter, hope for a drug free life with you, and you alone.
                And what am i? you paint her so perfectly in your minds eye, and you've used her left over paints to paint a sloppy, insulting rendition of me. I had to beg, plea, kick and scream just to get that rendition. Yet in this rendition I've become like an old , forgotten, worn, pair shoes that you you keep in the back of the closet. Buried under other forgotten pieces of your life. I'm your in case of emergency shoes, in case your new shoes should be dirty or out of commission. I am there so you feel safe, a safety net, you love catalyst. why choose one pair when you could have both? No sense in that.
                You give good men a bad name, and you give love a run for its money. You are not what you claim to be in any sense of the word. Although you paint her so beautifully, her painting is also only left over paints. Your minds eye wasted all the good paints on an image of yourself. You will never be half the man, you have pictured in your head. Your lies pave the streets you walk on, and your losses are woven into the plant life of the world you surround yourself in. Possibly i am one of those losses, but the way you talk, your world isn't lost with out me. I was nothing but a trial, that you over came.
                Who am I?I am your wife, but only on paper. I am Jessica James. I am the wife you left in the dust, I am the women who stood by your side when we took a vow to love, honor, and obey - Until death do we part. Your right in assuming i did not take those vows seriously. I took those vows, and i shoved them into toilet, i flushed them down into the sewer of all the other failures i would make from that day forth. I may be a lot of things, i may have wronged a lot of ways. I deserve your respect, because i over came the state you left me in. And i will continue to climb, and just like every other addiction, i will over come you. Its just a matter of time, i cant allow you to break my heart anymore than you have already done. I don't deserve it in my present life, and the girl who did deserve it, you killed.  When you said that fantasy in your mind was better than she could aspire to be. Mrs.jack died of an overdose, may her soul haunt your every heart beat. And in the future one day, maybe you will be able to throw those mental paintings out, and see reality.
-Jessi J
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Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Poems




I mind:

Angels and demons lounge together.
one hopes for bad, the other for better.
lying snakes, tempting with grins.
walking next to us, our own skeletons.
lined with dead ends, and hidden doors.
a place where our broken dreams paved the floors.
reality becomes unrealistic, im stuck in a hole.
dig down deep now, i am an emotional mole.
here i am again, lost in my mind.
i find myself stuck here, time after time.
-Jessi J

Death By Kiss:

The trouble is..
You've brought back a memory,
That still hurts deep inside of me.
Locked away..
Unspoken of, in a box.
But you opened it today,
And the memories wash over me.
Suffocating in depth..
A prison of invibility binds me.
My masquerade has broken, like a knife in my heart,
So consumed not a word was spoken.
Why did you come back,
Just to reopen wounds.
And cover the lights in black.
Snuff my candle as i lay,
Awaiting a bitter sweet end.
Anxiously i lay in wait for this day.
Breaking ties, letting go, falling.
As i fall into the abyss.
Like fair romeo lip to lip.
A poision lingers in you, Death by kiss.
-Jessi J

Angel:

Be my angel..
Be my angel of mercy.
Take this pain away.
Memories of yesterday.
Wrap your wings around me.
Hold me tight while you set me free.
Embrace me, Release me.
Tied to tide, Ashes to fire.
Angel please take me higher.
I know you will bare the light.
Grant me my mercy.
Grant me understanding and sight.
Angel, just grant me freedom tonight.
-Jessi J


A list:

my hearts just a whalin' in my chest
as my mind reels with out any rest
I didnt hold you souly responsible
i knew what the end result would be
i just didnt want to think you were capable
excuse me, husband, may i have a minute
to tell you about how you tore me out
pardon me, sir, if i come undone with it
"but we all go a little crazy sometimes"
once i speak my pe4ace will you be able to cope
with out lost dreams, and false hopes
i want to scream obscenities in your face
I want to r4each in your chest and break your heart
i want to turn you on then kick you out
i want to loose it all - all over you
but these are just a list of things i want to do
not because i miss you or that i care
but i wont act them out, cuz im better than you
just a small thought i wanted to share
karma has come and gone by, and ill learn to forgive
but where will you be when we meet again?
-Jessi J


I Want Out:

i smoke these cigarettes, i smoke a pack a day.
people say it will kill me, but ill smoke em anyway.
im trapped in these 4 walls, with no windows or doors NO Way Out,
ive begged and plea'd for help, theres nothing left of me, i WANT OUT.

the depression is darkening and consumin, its taken over my world and life.
til i no longer feel human', reality has become unreal.
the darkness courses through my veins, the pain is damning and my mind unable to heal.
how do i get myself free, my veins course to my heart.
the darkness has taken my future from me, I WANT OUT

one shot turned into a life time, its robbed me of happiness and family, im a prisoner in my own mind.
now my comedy has turned to tragedy.. I WANT OUT!

with all the things in this world, ive found nothing is as it seems. ive got no love from anyone or myself.
the only good ive found is in my dreams, how can something so good be so bad.
one hit has shoved me to me down and again and again, its shocked me to my core and taken all i had.
i didnt think think twice for i let it all go. now days im sorry i let everyone down.
ive begun to feel im trapped in a hole, if i could go back - i'd have left this town.

everyone says my life's gonna kill me, death will not be the reason i change.
death is the only thing to set me free.
free from burdons i bare, free me from this hell i cant overcome..
ILL GET OUT!!!!
this is really old, but i figured it went with the sheme of things lately. do not misunderstand its meaning.
-Jessi J

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Bounce back Apple Jack, Give the Dog A bone, & tell him to go home.



As humans we go through different phases of love, we seek parental love, friend love, romantic love, then our love sight shifts to our children. Raising our children, and suddenly romance isn’t as important.
Children may be resilient, but there is no substitute for a fathers love. A father who deny's thy child the most basic interaction and parental guidance; will rue the day. They will rue the day when that child takes out their wrath, they will also rue the day when they realize that the most magical gift in life has been removed. There is no starting over in life, and you cannot put off till tomorrow things that were due yesterday. By the time you realize what you have missed it will be too late to render. A father who would prefer to waste time on unsustainable miniscule past times such as drugs, alcohol, womanizing, video games, sports; instead of slowing down to enjoy the short childhood of their child, in turn neglects themselves of they own achievement.
                The child will unconsciously cry out, if left untended they will develop psychological disorders; and it’s a safe bet for you to make, that they will seek revenge, consciously or unconsciously. If a child extends their hand to guide, walks step by step by your side, why would anyone deny that? You're stealing the most important thing - their innocence. Innocence only lasts as long as the child is sheltered/ unexposed to the harsh, cold, cruel reality of life/adulthood.
                Adults have an entire lifetime to be hurt, scared, lost, jaded, or broken down. We don’t need to experience that any sooner than we need to. Feed a child’s fantasy, nurture their imagination, protect their senses from toxins, and guard their inexperienced purity, as you would have guarded your own. It's the biggest treasure we're given in life, without purity and innocence i am not sure we as conscious humans, would have the momentum to live a long life.
                Purity is given upon conception, it’s fleeting and fragile. Allowing magic to seem visible, every day is a winding road; adventures hold no bounds, hardships unknown, and dangers untold. The stronger our purity remains, the better chance we have of leading a happy, productive life. This isn’t to say those whom keep intact will always have a better life, just as it’s not to say those whom do not will be incapable. Just a higher success rate is with those whom kept their innocence and purity strong within themselves.
                Children need parental bonds; it’s an important part of development. That does not mean that a single parent cannot raise a strong, resilient child, because they can. Resilience is being able to take a blow, and keep going because you have been distilled with capacity to cope. Feeling confident and sure in your actions, as well as competent in life, in endeavors, And in happiness. A two parent home will not be what saves your child, just as a one parent home will not be what damns your child. Children are subject to significant adversity, or trauma, excessive pressures or stresses; they have to be taught how to deal with the blows as they come, and keep on moving.
                How can you help your child find these skills, and be resilient? First off do not constantly put pressure on yourself, and second guess your initial feeling. You must be a strong influence, even more so for a single parent. Anyone involved in a child’s life, must be an influence you must want distilled in your child. They absorb everything, they hear everything, and they understand far more than one might think. Second, bad things happen, so do not think you have failed because of one bad mistake. The skills come in handy here, because everyone gets behind, or falls down, it’s important for a child to see that you can stand back up, not to deny you fell. Don't ice over the bad, because the bad is real, you don’t want the child to fear any mistake coming. Just allow them to see that it’s not the end of the world, and that tomorrow is a brand-new day.
                Robert Brooks, Ph.D., and Sam Goldstein, Ph.D. have compiled a few things to help you along your journey as a parent. Remember parenting isn’t as simple as it seems here in black in white; don’t get over whelmed by it. Click Here for Further steps outside my blog.

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