still out there, still out of reach
dug in, dug in deep
wetted down for weeks & weeks
but the storms just wouldn’t breach

darkness followed by depression
like a coloring book’s way of confession
nannies & crooks, a weekly obsession
do your best to repress the effects of repression

real or fake, what if the give don’t take
rinse repeat for a fix won’t break
love, passion, true romance
more than our fair share left to chance

what if it’s all a ruse
what have you got left to lose
was it up to us to choose
is it something new to prove

big blue eyes with an eccentric streak
back in the day when they used to speak
before the silly quirks became such dangerous freaks
a heart wide open and the truth it seeks

real or fake, what if the give don’t take
rinse repeat for a fix won’t break
love, passion, true romance
more than our fair share left to chance

what if it’s all a ruse
what have you got left to lose
was it up to us to choose
is it something new to prove

“oh i tell you something more, while my brain is bleeding for…”

by JTW
©2013 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

radio presets
i try to silence these expectations
but they pound my mind with revelations
and in this deafening contemplation
i feel the inexorable desperation
of hearts drenched by dehydration
in the romantic’s trench of trepidation
wherein lies the subtle stench of reckless stagnation

passion in moderation?
it’s never been my inspiration
plus i thought that with enough mutual adoration
maybe a spark could light our navigation
chalk it up to my insatiably experimental imagination
or my tenaciously detrimental determination
either way it’s one of those rainy days
plenty of seeds but no germination
and none of the presets fit

so i tune to different stations
trying to better define my latest hesitations
tap my leg to their beating flagellations
and drive blindly to only one
of two possible destinations

“i’ve been looking at you too much from the outside, from the outside…”

by JTW
©2013 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

writing

i philosophize
idealize
apologize
criticize
audiophilize
myself
you all
from my recliner usually
cuz i’m reclusive like that
buddha on his throne
haha
whatever

my first post of 2013
whip
dee
dew
but i’m always writing
always

and now i wouldn’t give up my family (or any member of it) for anything
by family i mean the people actually in my life
the people who love my life and know two shits about it
unresolved anger? perhaps. comes & goes like/with a hemorrhoid
but still, fuck you & your bigotry

Bigotry is the state of mind of a bigot, defined by Merriam-Webster as “a person who is obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices; especially: one who regards or treats the members of a group (as a racial or ethnic group) with hatred and intolerance.” Bigotry may be based on real or perceived characteristics, including age, disability, dissension from popular opinions, socioeconomic status, ethnicity, gender identity, language, nationality, political alignment, race, region, religious or spiritual belief, sex, or sexual orientation. Bigotry is sometimes developed into an ideology or world view.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. described bigotry in the following quotation: “The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour upon it, the more it will contract.”


i have every right to be angry
and what is more, i’m learning to forgive myself for that
forgiving you, well that may take a little more time
but i’m working on it

i digress
where i used to stress
and you call me a mess
but i have to confess
that i’m really quite blessed
and i wouldn’t change one thing about me
well except maybe my teeth and vision

memories can eat away at you slowly, subtly, like a cancer
every child was a dancer
once upon a time

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“i’m so human and flawed, i’ll break down even though i’m still strong…”

by JTW
©2013 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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