The second Time is Just as Fine...

-Dead Drop-

Tick...
Tock...
Tick...
Tock...
Click!!!
BOOM went the ticker.
Dead dropped the man .
His heart attacked.
He lost the war.
No quarter given.
No mercy shown.
No glory to the winner.
No honor to the slain.
He dug his own grave...
With that fork and knife in his hand.

Click...
Click...
Click...
Spark!!!
BOOM went that ticker.
Suck that smoke down.
Lungs revolted.
Addiction came calling.
He was too weak to put it down...

    So that was written with myself in mind. I guess you can say that was a little personal, but you Dear Reader don't know me that well do you? So I am gonna take the time to introduce myself to you. Hi ! My name is Jais the Wolf and I write poetry...You knew that already ? Well I also work at the Salt Mines. Its a fast food joint with Arches and Clowns if ya know what I mean. I am 32 but an kinda young at heart. My heart on the other hand is old..and enlarged lol. I wanna say I am your stereotypical slacker but eh..slacker is so mainstream!

Well figured I will give you another poem to chew on..Feel free to critique at will I would love to start a conversation bout it...


-Circles in Cycles in Poetry in Devotion-


Master of the House...
Slave to all he surveys...
Sold his own black soul...
To live out his days.

Poetry in Devotion..
Lost forever in prayer.
It is a never ending game
And life hardly plays fair.

Cycles in circles..
The maze of the lost.
It is now or never.
Mother fuck the cost.

The excuses he made...
Were always paper thin.
He lost the nerve,
But what was the sin?

Cyclic motion...
Treading water till he is dead.
Mazes in mazes...
Drowning in red ink over his head.

Running down tumbled down alleys
In this forgotten city of hate.
He ran head long...
Into Hell's fiery gate.

Forever is a very long time...
To say today is the day.
Time to end this sadistic rat race...
Time to say no fucking way.

The first of many...or so I hope.

So this is my second blog and I am not sure exactly what I am doing, but I will make a go at it because I want a place to post my writing. First of all I guess I should say what this is gonna be. Mostly, it is a blog to place my poetry, rantings, and various other written spillage from my brain. That being said here is my first offering of said spillage...

The Little Boy Who Played It Coy

By:Jason Prosser

They live between the souls .

Embedded in the ashes and coals.

Shadow formed and hidden.

They torment me at her bidding.

They scourge at my flesh,

With no way to combine or mesh

With life

Strife

Burning away all the lies.

Smoke burns the eyes

and singes the throat

creating hazy rooms filled with ghosts.

My leash is slick with blood.

My prides lies back in the mud.

Lost boy...

Always played it oh so coy.

Broken soul...

Never destined to be whole.

I stand as the King of Fools.

Never playing by their rules.

Lost a game to the Queen of Hearts.

She of the razor tongue and false starts.

Champagne flowed like rains

As I lay in tatters and stains.

Falsehoods dance off her crimson lips

As she shakes her hips.

She dances to the tune of apathy...

As i beg her just to see me.

Now the game winds down

or maybe i just settle and drown.

In the darkness of her eyes

Or the subtle comfort of her lies...

Yeah so that was the first I hope to add more soon and hopefully whoever reads this enjoys it..