Helping the Future eating the Pasta

redemption does not
     enter into happiness
        here and now only

repeating Mistakes
    only should have been forgot
        future consistent

sown into fabric
    into justification
        hoping dreams fulfill

truer words not yet
    evoking new emotions
        troubles worn out soul

intimidated
    roaming about life to feel
        will it play out right

~ J

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This is my seventh attempt at a Haiku, the first five will be forever lost, the sixth is in a previous post.

I am sure my poetry falls into the "Sucking" category, however I was always fascinated by the haiku.

It is a type of poem that adheres to a very strict set of rules.

So much can be said in these small lines, yet too much must be left out.

To you this may seem like some random words, but to me there is a both deeper and hidden meaning.

~ J

Epilogue: I unfortunately ignore one important rule, a haiku typically consists of 16 versus :(

Haunted by the ghost of Christmas past

I feel him dances outside my field of vision I turn to see him chase away
An attempt at pursuit is a tempting delight
To give in is something of a fright
He laughs and judges testing my moral
Hoping I will give in to his fracked up quarrel
Asking questions wastes precious times eats away
At my life at my dreams at the length of my day
To distract I seek someone to rescue
Only I am the fool who needs a savior
Scared away by a past long forgotten and forgiven
Grasping a future so thickly made of smoke
Falling from a present wearing a past like a cloak
My demons prey on a victim so weak
I feel him dancing outside my field of vision when I turn to seek him
He dances away pointing and laughing
He haunts me as I attempt to move on in a new world new way
But his condescending glare just keeps appearing
blocking my future
distorting my present
tempting me to give in to his self pity
judging a character I chosen to wear
Is it me or am I still him dancing away
pointing and laughing and judging the man who has become the man of today
I need to know if my efforts were not in vain
I can still see him dancing
Just outside a field of vision
Wondering if anyone else share this fate
Do they know the man who dances
Pointing and laughing and judging my morals
Was the man I was
And the man I hope not to become
He dances and points and runs away
As I turn my head to catch a fleeting glimpse of a possible future
From an improbable past
Can I truly be forgiven of deeds he has committed
The one who dances
The one who points
The one who runs away laughing and judging
As I turn to greet him
I am confronted with
Myself

~ J

Making Sense from a dollar Coming up Short of a rhyme

Doves feathers white as Christmas snow
Children laughing as spirits grow
Fasting for upcoming holiday feasts
Preparing a meal out of santa’s beasts
Worshipping a non existing hero
Reducing children’s will to zero
Our past disappoints our future kind
Forgotten promises past selves blind
Another year weakens our resolve
As a new decade prepares a soul to evolve
Wasting away our minds to their lies
In our own backyards weak and innocent cries
Broken families holidays past
A forgotten conflict will outlast
Loves greatest gift locked away no key
Looking in wrong places a lover will flee
Counting to infinity losing a battle of wits
A man may turn away but he will not call quits

~ J

Google postage

Hello my reader, I am posting from my IGoogle page at a Panera's cafe in Margate.

Not too sure what I am posting, but I can safely say I found the first three chapter's to my novel titled "Sanguis".

It it available upon request, if you are at all interested please email me at J@JFinley.net

Thank you for stopping by,
Enjoy your Weekend
Your good friend,

~ J

I have a thought but do not know how to put it on paper, I have an idea but cannot formulate the words.

~ J

I could not help but laugh... Tee hee hee ;)

~ J

Goodbye Christmas, thanks for all the sweet memories.

~ J

As I sit at the edge of my bed, I contemplate as to what 2010 has to offer. The end of a decade, the start of a new.

~ J

Forced to watch julia and julie, a movie about some chick blogging and getting chunky, thought it was something to post. I am blogging about a blogger

~ J

A merry christmas to all, and to all a good night :)

~ J

Sometimes you need to trust your instincts, but how do we know our instincts trust us?

~ J

Travelling backwards while time moves away

Some of the ideas that form in my head

has come to a point of misconception

I recall the items when life was a bowl of spagets and meatballs

will I make sense of the following days

as a wandering mime dances away

in a field of observations


no one will bear witness

to the crime that I call my life
which is not the tragedy I once sought after
but the cataclysmic entertainment of choices other people make

entertaining my eyes a mouthful of delight

I watch a blank wall painting a mental picture
of a field with roses swaying amongst the summers breeze

of a world once forgotten


but of a past now remembered

dwelling upon such desires can only scare fate away

can I be the one who death will avoid at all costs
due to the unstable nature of my personality


I write this once again
on a fading keyboard


while the letters of a strange


alphabet leap to my fingertips


~ J

I heard this unusual joke today that I wanted to share with you. It was so funny it had me laughing for two hours and twenty three minutes.

~ J

My mobile posts are not showing up on my blog. To any of my reader out there, if this does not post, please let me know. Thank you

~ J

I approached the stranger to reassure him that all will be okay because of the path he will choose will lead him to some amazIng results

~ J

I met a stranger today, I knew him but he did not recognize me. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to be like me.

~ J

I cannot sleep, I do not know what keeps me awake. ~ J

I am jason jeremiah finley, you can take my pride, my dignity, my self-respect but you cannot take that away ~ J

Some have come full circle, but I have come full square

Greetings friends,

Thank you for taking your time to visit site of my observations

I know the preceding posts most likely do not make sense.

I deleted plenty of them because they deemed too outrageous and possibly may be used against me to have me committed

but basically this is where I display a fraction of what goes on in my minuscule mind, then later I edit out the unusual bits (yes more unusual than past and future posts)

Although I did not create my blog with readers in mind.

It is meant for me

but if you happen to benefit from it then by all means...

...seek help

Your good friend

~ J

epilogue: I want to read your blogs, so please post comments with your blog so I can see into you soul as well....

Oversized shorts half a two dollar bill

Post Coming soon...

I must live in an alternate reality where nothing make sense any longer. If the whole world is crazy except me maybe I am the one who is insane? ~ J

I must live in an alternate reality where nothing make sense any longer. If the whole world is crazy except me maybe I am the one who is insane? ~ J

I am blogging from my Sprint Blueberry Curve.

this is my blog I will Write what I see Fit

Sitting in a dark room

sipping a sip of liquor

typing on my keyboard

seeing words form before me

on my screen.

This is my moment in time.

the five minutes it takes me to dull out these characters

from my hands

to my screen

onto my blog

to your eyes

into your mind

shared to a friend

back to me

every sip I take from my glow-in-the-dark plastic publix cup is one more sip to a dulled mind

an intellect brought to a lower level of mind numbing happiness

I deleted the previous sentence with the full idea that it was too much information

you will never get to read that one sentence for it no longer exists

that sentence I deleted may have been the difference between life or death

love or eternal loneliness

or maybe it was utter and complete non-sense

why did I delete it

what compelled me to hit the back space 74 times forever wiping out an idea that was not destined for this blog

it is said that energy/matter cannot be destroyed, but changed

so does this sentence, I felt compelled to delete, still exist?

in its original form or as a new idea?

The more I pound out these meaningless characters the farther from my mind the deleted sentence becomes

once a solid articulated idea now an incoherent thought

this poor string of ones and zeros never stood a chance

the length of time it live in this world; even quicker it was taken out

just by 74 measly strokes on the fifth largest key on my keyboard

~ J

Fours Day, Threes Day, Twos Day...

Hello friends :)

We made it to December, the past eleven months felt like years.

But I will save the reminisce to my end-of-the-year blog.

For now how are you doing?

I am so glad to see you stop by once again, I know my posts have been intermittent of late, no excuse my journey has been plagued with obstacles, as well as twists and turns.

I am again trying my hand at poetry, I have been posting some of my work to fill in my blog.

it is boring to say the least...but I feel compelled to share.

I need to step away for now

stay tune I shall be back

Your good friend,

~ J

Epilogue: Sweet dreams ;)