Thursday, December 18, 2008


Last of the dinner dishes put away
Anxiety overtakes
I slip into the living room,
step into my shoes,
quietly sneaking
out the door
A few steps,lead to miles
hours pass in minutes
thinking, solving, crying, anger
each has it's time
each given thought
the road back is clear

Cobblestones lifting as proof
there will be hurdles
step carefully, don't rush
close your eyes
listen to your heart
let it lead you home

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Souls of Dead Children

Written by Elwood Jake:

Look softly, oblique, objurgation
questions for dead children?

We sent them on a quest
ourselves not to deny
to quell the thirst
fouling soils
far and distant
might makes right

In the hearts of objurgate
which is that child
standing before
the mirror of your soul

Dare not to stare?

You foulest of beasts
that sends the souls dead children lie
in screaming, silent
killing fields
where hard rains
fill the scabs
left by cut hate and divide
on the cheeks in the eyes
of the souls
in killing fields
holding the souls
of dead children


In honor of all who served

Today is Veteran's Day and I wish to thank all who have served and those currently serving.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Written by : Elwood Jake

Walk softly gentle Titans
that thrust my hope into the night
Where treacherous streams leave not sight
but simple fear,
eternal bond.

Grip soft dear heart your rocky road
that winds into the dark
Askew the thoughts of quick denial
no prurient twisted breeze
But storm of light that passes deep
within the heart of man’s quick pace
Guided by eternal “Grace”
she holds the hand of God’s embrace

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Ignorance is Bliss

Brother can you spare the time
don't walk past in sweet sublime
you close your eyes, I don't exist
allow your mind to bend and twist
Look at me , I do not bite
come sit, we'll chat about that night
so long ago, yet far away
I'm still the man I was that day

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Ever walk to the other side

By: Elwood Jake

Ever walk to the other side
over the river not far away?
Put your feet inside the pathway?
Opened that gate rusted shut?
A young man tried and true
stood in front and pushed not hard
he wonderd if he strode on through
if someone would be there to show
to tell him how to walk his path

Trepidation lightning force
created by Devils sitting by
as God turned to sip his booze
and let the boy find his way
alone for what could He do
for a child created in Pilgrim's stew
by ages past that stood to stand
by youngsters not so blessed by Them?

Monday, June 23, 2008

Once Someone Asked Me to Speak of Love.

Written from the heart of Elwood Jake:

Silken, opaque, what is her skin but to the touch of a man pure love? We were sitting on nice little round carpets each one a soft cup for our naked, simple passion. The question that stared back at me from her cut into me, sliced my guts, picked me up then smashed me back. Do you love me? I could not answer with my voice but stood to her and kissed the top of her head. That hair, have you ever smelled the purity of a young girl’s hair? I have. I remember touching the top of my daughters head with my lips, then holding her up to me and kissing the tears from her cheeks. I remember kissing her forehead as she lay in her coffin. I remember the love, the smile that never burdened callous heart, but sugar fizzed from her eyes. You know that kind of sugar candy that melts on your tongue? She was like that my little girl, a sharp bright sugar explosion of instant happy. I walked away from her that day and into your life. There are not really any good words to tell of us. Certainly others would not think that passion placed on the plates of two such as we are could ever be compared to the death of a child, but that is what it is, like the death of a beloved child. It never ceases does it really? The pain, the passion, the heartbreak? Yet, it is reborn into our hearts as the sun creeps up and peeps up of a good winter morning. You know, how it breaks that sullen beauty of the night? Someone once asked me to speak of love and I could not until the day of death and rebirth. Then I knew of love beyond the fringe of anger or hatred or heartbreak. Yes dear, love is as the death of a child.

Friday, June 20, 2008

I Speak of Friendship

Written by : Elwood Jake

You of love and anger
That truth denied
In simple fact
Of presumptuous simple tides

What flows as ebb and such devout
Christian’s circumscribed
Where angels tread on flowery grave
As friend dies holding ebb’s soft wave

Shall I take the truth from you
That friendship glide, unequal tide
For if I might decline this trust
What simple friend to us divide

Shall we grow the grain of love?
As friend in sweet and soft abide
Or shall they come to quicken us
Against the hard and angry tide?

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A Special thanks to my dear friend Paula

Just thought I would say here that it is an honor and a great pleasure to be invited, to be allowed to share my work with not only the closest of friends, but someone I greatly respect and admire. Not only for their art but for their kind and always honest thoughts. Thanks P-love from your boys-Elwood!!!!

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

To Which I Defer

Passion’s delicate twist
some placed, disquiet
in her heart’s content

That acquiescent draught called love
Fraught with yes, palm held to my face
In annoyance, lust, not yet!
To wait, absentee ballots
never sent by never wills

To which I defer

Perhaps gentle abiding love

Not thrust of muscle unto her
Jest as speech does not replace
a passion never touched.

Upon Approach I Stopped

Written by : Elwood Jake

Upon approach I stopped
The bridge, narrow, apart,
destined to hold together sweet charities
Isthmus jardinière’, dead blooms

Dust winds blow against my heart
teeth fall, my flesh denude,
youthful lust turned to aged want
Mirrors sweep the trodden path

Shall I step upon this bridge
unwavering, yet to stand
in steps, not thoughts,
to immortal, mortal bond?

Or shall I stand in ghostly haunt
fervor, fear upon my heart?
Wish that time had been so dear
to leave me on this path in crime
not punished for such human kind?

Upon approach I stopped once more
The bridge, narrow, apart,
destined to hold sweet charities
Isthmus jardinière’, dead blooms?

The Beast has Risen

Written by : Elwood Jake

The Beast has risen
It rides upon an ugly wind
Black space quiet follows
where mountains stood in perilous gleam

She rolled to her lover
touched gentle breast
Sweet flower’s breath
on nipple set
in a garden of gentle weeds

Where rifles roar
to children’s screams
she ripped sweet gentle breast
spat blood on torrid weeds
yet spurred no growth on fruited plain

I sit with her this soundless beast
hold her gently, touch her eyes
wipe her red-blood tears

Do not cry light gentle one
children do abound
In numbers great
for our delight
to fertilize this fallow ground
that waits for your sweet red-blood tears

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Adam's Rib

From Adam's rib
came woman's lib
set free to be apart
once on her own
lust has shown
she'll spend her life
upon his strife
and leave her mark
upon his heart

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Just Live

Look , don't blink
let what is, be
feel, don't think
for only then
will you see
the bounty
laid before thee

Tuesday, March 25, 2008


They mean so much
yet nothing at all
In saying something
one can choose to listen
or not

Powerful or weak
hurtful or kind
they start and end battles
give security or destroy


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Pretentious Wankers

Sex is dirty, such a sin
behind closed doors
in private, partake
never show enjoyment

Deceptive views enforced
by rhetoric beaurocratic hypocrites
dick-tate to me while
pulling your own

New life is beautiful
magically innocent
born of the sins
of skin

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Above the Anger

A ghostly sight passes the mirror
Appearing tense ,tired, distraught
Chained by emotions
limbs weighted by thought

Giving power to the aggressor

A promise is made to reflection
Take control without fear
No longer be bound
Your freedom is near

Rising above

Lighter in spirit
Your reflection is proof
Let the heart feel forgiveness
No longer aloof

Peace has been found

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


Shall I compare thee to loving want
Raptured waves of lusting taunt
Think not of what has yet to be
Distant holds of sweet retreat
Joined by souls in kindered heat
Lest not enter conceiving thought
My soul has felt your tender touch
Left with wanting not for much
My journey has begun

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

It Takes A Village

Long ago I was full of wisdom
My knowledge was sought
Hours burned with idle chatter
Laughter, tears
Memories, solutions

Many years later
I am cast aside
Old , useless
Unworthy of your time

The loss

is yours

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Let's Vote

Hey guys..
One of my dearest friends runs a few blogs… one of which I contribute to quite often
He puts a tremendous amount of time and research into them while making it a great resource for recipes. This insane cook enjoys checking in there and sending all the fun from my kitchen.

Please, as a favor, go here
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