JaY of The Infernal Doll Factorysavage b...'s blog: "some silly poetry"

A Moment In Time....Lost When you watch the flashing of trees you are passing. The shadows are intwined with snapshots of time. Light makes your eyes close Your brain into overload. Held in your memory Fields of light, shimmering. Thoughts race and fly away Quicker than you can translate. What do they mean? Threse thoughts in between? A free thought captured held captive, tortured! Disected by the human mind, what should've been a moment in time. J. Koblitz

For the days when I was all alone And the times when I needed a friend. You were there when I wanted you. All I had to do was pretend. You were there to see me through and to lend a helping hand. You would always listen too! When no one would understand. Whenever I needed your giving heart. A message to Heaven...I'd send. For a friend that is just and smart. And down you would descend! Then all my problems would be solved. All my wounds, you would mend. All my heartaches, you'd resolve. And to all my hurts, you'd tend. And in my world of make believe, You are my closest friend. And though I have you at my plea, In the end...It's all pretend... J. Koblitz

sometimes I just leave my wants to wallow in the dirt....Eating mudpies when I'm starving....overdosing when I hurt....sometimes I go home to pay bills....and then go to live at work....sometimes I lag behind....the best view of my friends going first....Portioning out my mudpies....so others get the best....and I take the worst....but the wells have all gone dry....and I feel the thirst....mudpies aren't as good....when they're only made of dirt....and I cannot be a nutricious friend....so what does that make me worth....now the price of JaY has gone down....this concludes my special alert..... J. Koblitz

why do we Rise to the occasion... while we Lower our expectation. I have to find a new way... To squeek by the day....delay. That's what I'll do... Take time out and write this for you. My time-out-time is quickly fading Gotta go...thanks for reading!

When you want to be together remember nothing lasts forever. remember when you wake tomorrow the memories of pain and sorrow. knowing that when memories fade scars remind you of that day. How rocks were thrown in glass rooms. though not the person you now pursue. Damaged and broken, though they forgive remember the scars, to help you live. I live in a special glass house. When you throw rocks, they won't bounce! For it's only bulletproof, on the inside Just be happy, that you live outside. When I throw stones, they only hit me bulletproof glass, no fading memories. Stay outside of these projectile rooms! Live outside, still close, but safe for you! J. Koblitz

was I supposed to be a butterfly trapped inside this cocoon was I supposed to be here so long or is it still to soon I was meant to be a dragongfly leading a platoon soaring high in the sky is it still to soon? I just keep getting bigger, inside there isn't enough room I was meant to soar so high not suffocate in this cocoon J. Koblitz

Plunge When is it really time to let go? Is that really for anyone else to know? When is it time to just move on? To sort out losses, and admit you won! They say there's more fish in the sea. That's never been good enough for me! Find someone else they say. Oh, that'll get me through one more day! What if I am living a lie? Staying in love, instead of saying goodbye! What if I'm not living at all? To afraid of the rise, because of the fall! J. Koblitz

EVERYTHING COMES IN small exposions* and feelings disapear in LARGE IMPLOSIONS- LOTS OF EMOTION IN small spurts. little is the love for such LARGE HURTS! BROKEN PROMISES OF A small price- little gain for such a LARGE SACRIFICE! AND NOW, HERE I AM, A small man. i take my heart off the table, i make a LARGE STAND! j. kOBLITZ

Looking out as only I can. Watching with the eyes that only I have. Viewing the world as I have been cultured to. Observing the onlookers, full sight of their thoughts. Spying wrongdoers, to behold thier intents. Seeing the future, for just a glimpse........Foresight...created by Hindsight....See what I mean? J. Koblitz

head over heals...that's what happens when you fall uncontrollably...causing a headspin...not the type you like to see at the club...or on a street corner...no cardboard boxes to come crashing down on...light as a feather, float like a bee...sinking to ones death as they drown in honey...meant to be sweet...but suffocating....sticky and wet....and overcrowding...not the kinda fall, that I will ever take..you see I learn every lesson, from my every mistake...but, will I dip in honey, and taste what is sweet? cpr proves not every drown is complete! However, no, I think not...I wouldn't risk the chance...I resist the bee bite...and still I'm a man! This to my friend, that says meatloaf and gravy...it sounds really good...but it just will not save me..... J. Koblitz