This Mine of Mind

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This mine of mind insists
On motioning emotions
Pistons fire on full the
Throttle Thrusting
Trains of thoughts
All rallying along the rails
In race of finding faults
Of self contraction
Fate and other
Never to be trusted lover
Friend forsaken into enemy
Of mine to mine
The depths of finding
Over and again
The length and breadth
Of sorrow easy roused
To ride the route
My mind of mine
Has raced in pace
A thousand times
Through time and space
A journey that I long
To go away
And stay
As still as standing stones
Beneath a sky azure and sure
Of solid ground a founding
Land of new horizons
Stars that spin
On overhead
Not me

© KJ barr

‘Je’ Lousy

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My soul is pinched
In inched in cinched
In vice of grips
With tips of ice
That slice in thrice
This purse of lips
White knuckled fist
My narrowed eye
Of envy is….
Beside itself
An itch
I dare not scratch
This sore of jealousy
To very core
That wills to snatch
And bite and fight
A sight I fear
I have to hold
In rein the pain
Of self in shame
Of feeling
Second rate
Again this game
The same refrain
Of losing space
The place wherein
I put my face
Is gone and given
For another
Name
Is jealousy
In vain
Oh so in vain!

© K J barr

My Miss Story

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Peel apart
A heart to find
The inside
Of the need
I have
To Know
The Whole
The Matter
Of the things
I crave
The chambers
Where my love
Is made or not
Are empty
There’s no showing
To be got
No thing to hold
Or ever have
But breath
And space
A placing of
Occurrences
Of what I Will
And call myself
My miss story
Of me in human
History
This spirit
Of unfoldment
If it may or knot
To close and tighten
As a fist
To fight
For right of Might
And mine and hey!
I could let go
And loosen
In a chance
Relax and come
What will?
And see the truth
Of opening to it
Inside I find
Sublime in timing
Out in still
To almost stopping
Point of rest
Is Peace
So sweet release
Of me and my
Is gone
I am full filled
© KJ barr

Jack and Jill

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We push ourselves
Below to roll
In shame the game
Is degradation
It’s a name we know
The same repeating
Refrain of the lost
Of heart to tell a tale
Much older than the hilly plane
We crawl to climb in vain
Again
No gain
To toss for losing
For we do not envy
Any fool in falling
And we know this way
Is safer
Than a wide exposure
Top of windy landscape
Not an escape
From a darker world below
But show of seeing
And be seen
In doing all to bear
And knowing what is there
Beyond the small containment
Kept at bottom
Of our Hill

© KJ barr