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Savvy Poem – Inchoate

I choke, on the words that I am expected to suck in, to believe. I chew, on the words for just a short while, before I spit                                                         Continue reading “Savvy Poem – Inchoate”

Ruminating

  It’s a rum old deal, to have to empty out, because, as thoughts do intrude and escalate, I keep on writing – and I start to deflate! But, the wind is so loud, when the last does escape that, at that very point – I terminate.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019Continue reading “Ruminating”

Vestibule: A Savvy Poem

  Making my entrance, I felt proud. I was in a trance, to be fair – a daydream! A dream in which I felt appreciated, a dream in which the face that looked like mine had a purpose.   When the enchantment ended, I was loud. to be fair, then I was disturbed and –Continue reading “Vestibule: A Savvy Poem”

33: Grated Orange

Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful. I feel grateful, as in grated and full. Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, toContinue reading “33: Grated Orange”

Me: A Silly Poem

Me, me, me and more me. Munching through myself, I write more and more. Mumbling more and more about me. Meness. Am I just a mumble? A mere mumble? A mumble of meness? Mumble or not, I keep on munching, making mountains and mountains of the meness of myself.   Copyright owned by me, JayContinue reading “Me: A Silly Poem”

Descendant of the Generator

Inspired by the self help blog empress2inspire.wordpress.com’s affirmation to myself that ‘I am world-class & one of a kind’.   One of the world and one of a kind. What kind of a one am I, if my one face does not fit in the one world of my one life? Should my one ofContinue reading “Descendant of the Generator”

Ecstabeing

If being okay, calm and mellow, they think, is to be well. Then, to be well, I think, is to be a well being. To measure my own wellness, being a being, I pinch my skin; it feels like flesh, only mildy hairy, threaded through with purple veins and sprinkled over with freckles – easilyContinue reading “Ecstabeing”