June 19, 2009
Untitled
I am a fake and a fraud
A waxing intellectual. Rattling
Off mindless prattle
Perplexing
The ignorant. Impressing
The naive
I am a charlatan and a hack
Scribbling amateurish prose
Upon sheets of dull
White paper. My words
Reflecting
What? Characterization
Of emotion? Measure of event?
My chest expands at adoration. Secretly
Guarding insecurity. Dwelling
Deep within my mind
I am no Sexton or Plath or Lowell
My lyric yearn for Longfellow
O to truly feel
As they. To see a world
Though eyes of passion
Break free of binding pragmatism
Venture out of concrete
The world of real
Into a world of feeling
Expression and experience
I don’t desire your praise
My experience can’t spawn
Greatness. I have no pain
Copyright © 2000 by Jake Olden Shy
December 31, 2008
Homicidal Words
Words spread in a nocturnal agony
Lighting on my chest, a persistent melody
Blackened by the starless night
Served to me diseased and rotting
Perplexing prattle spiraling within me
Ferocity held in angered attack
A soul split asunder, begging for reprieve
As increased trepidation is answered in violence
A clawed griping, cracked and bleeding
Tearing at my exposed pink flesh
Ripping slashes send pieces of red meat
Tumbling into the screaming night
A bloody gurgling in hissing bubbles
Within jagged chambers and broken valves
A soul redeemed by fatal satiation
Sighs a terminal breath at malicious words
Copyright © 1999 by Jake Olden Shy
October 5, 2008
Deceit
Weeds curl and stretch
Creeping slowly over ground
Roots spread in shallow spaces
Vines twist and turn around
A weed at first unnoticed
Proliferates with ease
As quietly it smothers
Spreading like disease
Wearing a beguiling smile
The sinister plot begun
Before the unsuspecting eye
The field is overrun
The weed attains majority
Dispassionately consumes
Slowly strangled sunlight
Love no longer blooms
Looking out across the field
As death the weeds impose
There stands alone in the midst
A single defiant rose
Copyright © 1999 by Jake Olden Shy
