James Timothy Jarrett Poems

I have since been accused
Of stealing words from my muse
Thoughts and strains
Not my own
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Part I.Fate
It must have been sweet fate
That made us paint the pictures
That we did
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I am bleeding words onto the floor
Spattered puddles
And random pools
In patterns that make no sense
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Hope has withered

And faded
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Her kiss

Spoken softly
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She swept down from the heavens

To find me
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I will disappear in fog and night
Subdued in sleep and surprise
Blinding lights
Overwhelming might
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You should see my empty room with the stars
Made with more love than I could bear
Starry night in the corner of gypsum and gesso
Looking over Van Gogh's countryside
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As freedom fades
to twilight dim
and darkness filters in
Hopes fall
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I didn't even know that I was dead
That my empty veins held no life
And my heart
That engine of my life
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