The Jace Shuffle

Long hair, long dances through long nights
longing for the source of this force in-sight
belonging to the present
what a gift to kiss so pleasant
wrong forgets its name in the right segments of frames
she holds these sequences in movement
grooves to use the mold of the music

smiles never hurt so bad
while clad in a dress of glad
style asked for tips
to which she permitted answers
“lip your voice with truth and come closer”
say no further
He found choice in every motion
as she sung magic in memories of devotion.
Time stops its commotion
the mode of intense passionate emotions
dancing to the step of bodies woven into oxytocin

never before had he tasted this potion
the one of mystery that is completely free
Necessary, found stories of fairies and fireflies
while the garden grows in the summer sun shine
they miss through distance and wish
which way and when?
how long does pain and joy pretend?
this might be
the right chance to enhance what could be
romance glanced at circumstance

Only to ask for one more dance

Love yourself

Love yourself, love your Higher Power, love others
in that order, all together
Rediscover what you have known all along,
the connections are strong, even when you feel you don’t belong
it is here with you, even when you think it is gone
loving yourself in all tendencies and tenderly
confidence and esteem to manage integrity,
practices help with consistency
Mindful meditation, empathy and care for others in recovery
The stories are all the same with a slight change
we are all on the same spectrum in a different range,
things can be re-wired in the brain,
it takes time, patience and the ability to abstain
gratitude for the haves and have nots
attitude less on the wants but to want not

As we sought through prayer to be more aware
of a higher power’s care
we can fire the old God sitting in his chair
and hire a new one who listens to you share
write a dialogue,
prepare for when in need of guidance
God and goodness speak to us in silence

Love others through loving yourself
recognize you have a hidden golden Buddha of wealth
In the search for meaning, the hand we are dealt
is what we are receiving and nothing else
we are the container, not the ice that melts
so no matter what you’re filled with or how you fill
love others, love your higher power
and above all else love yourself

time is the enemy

Not going to feel this pain forever

Love makes me suffer
but it’s worth every second

I turn up the music to full blast
then come to quiet
stark reminders of the mental riot

Trying out a diet
of nothing

fasting for 24 hours
meditating for an hour
run 5 miles until I am tired and sour

I must release these poisons
reaching out for help

hold this pain close
it will take you higher
than you have ever gone before

I know what I need
it is only time that is the enemy

Jump in head first

Well versed in the perverse
and in telling how to reverse this curse
from the best to the worst
the test is how we rehearse

Fell in love with becoming immersed

Head first
all or nothing
fall for passion, gunning for reaction
failure is part of the art of practicing action
real good at stealing should’s back
would you in fact please take a crack
at this pact of being more concerned with keeping track

how bout that?
this experiment is your body
mind finding your soul’s hobby
I hear that is how you can stay happy

catch me if you can
I am the gingerbread man
who gingerly treads on demand
supply’s biggest fan
why try only using one hand
with the other tied behind your back

Write everyday, for yourself

Write everyday, for yourself
almost as quickly as you can.
My hand has forgotten the pen, its old best friend
The keyboard has me bored
The screen has turned obscene, with constant flashing and flickering.
Remember our journey’s in journals?
Smoke filled rooms of intoxicated slumber
Creativity sparked by force,
A demand enforced by brute strength,
now the funnels open calmly.

Pour your love into this world,
like a father figure raising a boy or girl,
the future’s options unfold like a flower
of countless pedals,
take time to count each one,
the moment will eventually come,
when enough is enough,
after the tough stuff what else could be this rough?