Rebirth

I crushed the glass,

lying whispers reaching beyond my walls.
False ghost eating my mortal soul,
no scars marked the cheating flesh.
Smoked sack of meat,
User.
Not worth my water,
my possession
or my time.
Beyond lays beneath,
useless Mistress.
Whore for some words,
mistaked heat for warmth.
Worthless cheap,
wish you well.
You made your bed,
time to suffocate in it...
You and her.
Empty promises waisted time,
marked by the reach of the betray,
I live.
Wish you well,
cuddle in her womb,
choke on her nectar.
Acid Vinegar,
seductress worker,
wish you well in her trapped net

Poor boy.
I breath,
my life........
you loose.
--

Jamie P. Blaze

Pic: myspace brandyC.

Me blah

Still cranky...tired.
Head is trying to end me.
Spend all day fixing the doggis coat, fluffy long haired dog is a bitch to fix when tangled up:S
So...Tired and cranky.
Cough is better!
Fever comes and goes..
Winter not making me very happy now.

Middle of the night, so no sleep here as allways:)

Jay

Me blah

Mehh, trying to write is not really working anymore now:(
Empowering music..not really helping...
Reading of favorite ebooks....well, yes to the cheering--But Murder on the Editing front.
Tired and crancky.
Have a slight fever and cough--freaking winter!!!

Icecream was bad for me.....Coffee is the nectar of the Gods:)
Movie time--no sleep here as allways:)

Jay

Avism

Breath.
Back from the avism.
It stared back.
I stared along.
Need for coffee transported me to shore.
Broke the spell.
Enchanted fell.
Mortal companionship I longed.
No contest.
Civilization, my human pals.
Heirs to kingdom.
Trapped by concret, surrounded by actions.
Festering in 'Could haves'
Avism?
Airpoort of the xxi?
Same?
Back

Jamie P. Blaze


Pic: Frank Louis by beautiful Mag.

hiatus

It's been long.
so long.
I allways thought tomorrow I'll post. Tomorrow I'll write.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
I forgot abouy today.
In a broken city with a useless heat, forgotten.
Hiatus.
Fancy word.
Excuse of no words. Pamper of the fragil ego.
Tomorrow is today.
No more wait.

Happy B-day for me!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday (HOT!)


Dang it I wanted to make it to the 100 post today----have tons to post...later

Knowledge

The sea is dark,the night is cold.
Your skin I taste on a breeze.
I pray to the moon for one more time.(to have you back).

The evening is cold, the sea so dark.
Oh a sweet memory of a lover tale.

Whispered on the ears of men.

The perfume of your skin lingers still,
I once felt a sweet sorrow,
cruel faith by a lover I once knew,
An Angel I once loved.

The night is cold, the sea so black.
Now to darkness I return

embrace like a blanket well knowned.

Heat, Oh heat
cuddle like a child.

Mother’s bosom.

The sea is so cold,

the night so dark.

My sorrows are buried deep,

fuelled by the memories of you.

The searing heat of our forgotten trust.

The moon a cruel mistress, stealer from men.

To the bosom of emptiness I return.

Jamie P. Blaze
Picture: Myspace-Chandra Jean

Western Dream

This is a song that I wrote years ago!!! But I love it(yep, I'm odd) so I'm sharing:)
John with the pretty lips and the swinging hips
its shimming it.
He has pouty lips and an earth beauty
and just when he moves,
he is like apple juice all shinning gold,
he is a flashing thing.
He goes all back, he is old school.
John with the pretty lips and the swinging hips.
He`s a West Beauty.
And when he wears his hat, he just makes us scream
with his black jeans and silver bolt belt,
bring our eyes to him.
To his tight black shirt....
John with the pretty lips and the swinging hips
He`s an old boy who knows all the moves,
all slick and warm,
he melts on your tongue just like buttermilk.
John, he is the one I want,
the pretty one I dream,
the swinging hips I need.
He is like a summer breeze,
all shimming gold, he is a flashing thing.
Sure he`ll never wear a tie,
never meet my Dad.
never will stick around.
But when the crowd beats down,
he`ll be right around.
Flashing his winning smile,
on his Black old Pic,
with a golden air shimming us all in.
John with the pretty lips and his swinging hips,
with his cool hat and tight jeans.
John he`s the one that smiles,
with his straight teeth's and his sexy lips
melts all the crowd like buttermilk.
He is the one boys wanna be.
All cool and laid back,
like there is not a thing out there
that`s gonna mess his beat,
John he is the boy I crave
without his shirt in his tight black jeans
working out my back.
sweating manly.
He is an earth beauty
with his sexy lips and his pretty hips
John, my western dream.

Jamie P. blaze
Picture:Photobuck Hot Cowboy 46.

Scar

I marked you.
Imprinted on you.
Left my howl echoing in the hill of your soul.
My tears stain your skin,
my fears rises thorough your pours.
I'm snagged in your blood.
Worshiped by your cells,
Chanted by your bones.
Misted in your aura.
Chakra points.
Life line, primed instints,
Marked,
you owned.

Jamie P. Blaze

Myself

I'm sitting all on my own tonight,
waiting for a prove of faith, something to moist my lips with hope.
Hunt them down, stay alive.
Everything soo out of reach.
Soul ripping from the pain within.
Feeling stuck in a maze surrounded by cold and alone.
Waiting for a prey, craving some more choices for mistakes,
faith at the palm of my hand, to make what I want. I feel
Maybe I'll be cold,
Maybe I'll mourn.
Ripped with false gods and their acolytes,
waiting still for a prove.
Running from myself, trapped in the maze of my oneness.
Everything so out of reach.
Hunt to stop the pain.
Maybe.
Jamie P. Blaze

Seasons

I cry when she is a winter, she heats up the snow.
I cry when she is a summer, she breezes the world.
I can not make a choice...on when she shines the most.
Is it on pale snow?
Or in hot brazing heat?
Perhaps when there is a wind? Maybe when it brazes, is she the loveliest then?
I cry when she is a spring, her beauty regain.
I cry when she is an autumn, she pales to regrow.
A choice is to be made,
for upon all seasons I love my lady the best.
Whether in the rain, whether in the heat
even when its windy.... I worship her beauty.
So matter the space not the time?
I cry for her loveliness to be immortalize
I cry while she is alive for when the time is to come...
when she is all dead and gone, her soul will burn no more.
No beauty, no love.
Not more worship of my one true love.
Mirrow.
Jamie P. Blaze
2009 Seasons-

OWIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ow, god OW!!
Holy heck that hurt!! I did my pinky left foot finger in!!
::wimpers::
It hurts....Its all purplelish and I can't stand on it..and OW--hurts.
I have Arabian Class tomorrow and I can't stand on it:S
Bugger, it really does hurt plus it added sooo many extra minutes to my time table(minutes I don't have) I spend all day hobbling around::wimpers::
Its all swollen and ugly....

Me, need this week over---NOW!

5/11 and 27/04

Hey. So usually I just don't want to bother--anyone. Not today. Its been 10 years(well last November) I don't celebrate the anniversary.
10 years..sill haven't found the words. There is nothing right or wrong to by said. Except "look around" there are people that care. About you
It was something they had to do. Not because of you or me. Or to spite us. It was their choice and ultimate their lives. There is no one to blame, takes years to accept that. Can't blame our self only celebrate the moments we had. Cherish the moments we shared.
It is so hard to let go. Not to second guess every word and action we made. They left. Not us.
I wont say "Pick up the pieces or move on" Just...different path not walked roads.
Do not look back and cry.
Find your glass and raise a toast. Celebrate. You meet that bright light. One soul per human. One heart per body.
Their choice.
No more crying.

Jamie P. Blaze--Still here

JR(1958-1998) and CCR (1968-2003)
Still in our thoughts, still in our hearts.

Jamie P Blaze Find

So now you can find me on Skype as: Jamiepblaze
On facebook: as jamiepblaze
On insane journal as: jamiepblaze.insanejournal.com
And on livejournal under luxluthor until I change!
Oh, email is jamiepblaze@gmail.com
Lets see if it works

My love

This is my favority passage/poem what ever.
Bejamin on Angelus Novus(painting of Palu Klee)
"An angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread.
This is how one pictures the angel of history.
His face is turned toward the past.
Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet.
The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grow skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”

If I where to write every hour of every day on any time, I could not achieve a gram of his in site here. So cherish I shall.

Sho bunny sho

Marriot Blanche and Chester Adams. Gay couple stuck in the bible belt after avalanche.
Under the advise of their couples therapist. They had each tried to be in each others shoes. Marriot tried golf and schmoozing ended up with a broken leg. Chester tries to use his granddads journal to write a book of memoirs after a trip down the stairs. They are force to go on a vacation that breaks their mold. Lack of communication puts them on a coach train to the south.
After many stumbles and near disasters, they realised they are happy together. As workaholics who bulldoze anyone who gets in the way. They like wining and dining and staying in high class hotels, fighting is part of their day. No need for a pre bake relationship with the stamp of approval.
The moral is that Chester and Marriot realised, you can be happy being just you. Having a partner doesn't slow you down and there are things you do for are loves one on the day to day bases that have more value that a Tiffany cast off. Be true to yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I'm not writing this. I'm really really not--even If if I just did nearly 4k of it. I'm not. This was a plot make believe for and his com. Not doing it...
Maybe a few more words wont hurt...

I looked upon a mirrow

Once upon a time
we made love grow with us.
We stood upon the mountain of time and laugh at fools sorrow.
Arrogance temper our decisions and prioritize our choices.
We made love
Found happiness beyond all dreams.
Human error showed us our faults.
Once upon a time, we fell out of the tomorrow train.
Check out brought our bags weight down my arrogance.
We stood on a pile of nothingness.
Proclaim ourselves to be kings,
a castle of dreams..no more offers from time.
Rulers of Nothing Hill.
More than one wrong choice...Human nature.
Arrogance undiluted.

JamieP.

Piece of time

Grains of skin,
piece of time.
Leaves keep turning,
sand washes sand.
Confidence in our stones,
no worries until dawn.
Dead vegetation surrounds,
pastel animals rumble.
Traveling dessert streets,
memory of ancient knowledge,
bloodline eaten by time.
Grain of sand keeps shifting
confidence in the sun, dawn.
Worried for the leaves,
dead animals linger in the air.
Humans struggle,
they survive.
Sand washes sand.
Grains of time.

JamieP.

A summer Breeze

Now spots darken the sky,
strips of me float in the wind.
The deep gashes and sores mare my skin,
pain, wish for a never never chance.
No clouds in the sky,
the pain of humankind lingers on the breeze.
Floating the scream of the damned,
Pondering our penance, the dark spots we can't hide.
Wishes are like clouds, obfuscating any chance to worship the sky.
Strips of skin,
pounds of tears,
river of blood adorn the streets.
Shame of humanity lingers on the world.
The voice of the damned demand the free sky.
Lingering in the breeze,
crying in the sun.
No clouds,
no spots,
free sky.

JamieP.

OWIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OW!!!
(Pick curse word of your choice)
Son-of-a-Goat!
I burned my hand.
I was in the kitchen trying to make tea(hot very hot) in this glass-jar-thingie...and the next thing I know is pooch scrambling away.
The glass thing slipped my hand(and no I don't know how) and the boiling water drench my right hand(my writing hand).
I pour water and the cream stuff, but the skin is all red can't bend my fingers. And fuck it hurts.
Ow! Goddamnitall.
It hurts...

I spend all day reading books/lj post anything to try to distract myself from the pain(nice nurse came a bit ago and gave me some pain killers plus the cream my doc said).

I had just gotten my last burn clear. I accidentlly touch the hot oven with the top of my wrist(I had half a band of dark skin there)

This is gonna fucked up my study time. I lost a full day.

Awww

Awww, I wanna be a Wombat!
I wanna be a wombat!
::Crosses fingers::

Your result for The Which Marsupial Are You Test...

Wombat

Congratulations! You scored 21!

You're a Wombat! You spend your days wrestling and living underground. You have big scary claws, but would never hurt a fly, cause you're squishy and lovable. People like you because you look and act silly. Wombats seem a bit scary at first, so it takes time for people to get to know you. Once your humor breaks the ice though, everyone wants a piece of you and your big fat belly. Most Wombats become ice cream truck drivers or stand up comics.

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Awwwww, loookie!
I'm so cute:)
Love me!

Ps: Renting myself as a muse!

My word, worldy

I want to know the answers into all my quests.
I want to know the truth that is the world.
I want to watch the sky and not be weight by guilt.
I live for a glimpse of your features walking away.
Feel my soul splinting and watch my image not changed. Mirror of lies.
I wish to watch the world that surrounds us, and not cry in pain.
Walk amongst peers, no ghost of passed times to be invoked.
Hunting left a mark in my soul, a jaded scar pulling and bringing more pain.
I live for the hunt, I want, I watch.

Inside, Old friend?

Old friend, the burning flare escalating my back.
We have been aquainted through time.
I made it my keep, an other spot on my leather hide.
Old friend, Hunter the huntee.
Pegasus on my feet clapping the night away.
Grains of sand make no change, ripples in time.
Mortality present, the burning flare.
Eyes watching, obfuscated by blood. Tasting my nectar, the leathery curse.
Old friends still the Temptress I recalled.
Grains of sand shifting, blood flowing.
Hunter the huntee.
No relief, after Pegasus fades.
I earn my spots, claps loose their eco.
Old friend, are you here to stay?

Meet Pishon

SO this is my pooch!
A very cute and tinny Shitz- Tzu.
Adorable mascot!

Insite fromJamie

Reasons why Jamie hates the Phone.
*Worked in telemarketing for over 2 years
*Hands get tired
*No music
*People issues
*Bad connection
*Interruptions
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As is summer I'm allways at home now.
4 calls--answering machine while I hid under a table(well, nearly)
Mothers old friend....shouted and ranted at the phone, thinks boy(elderly)friend is cheating wanted to vent to mum.
Nice person from Church X....quoted 4 verses at the machine and preached a bit.
Mothers coworker....."Call me in the next half our or I've to drunk to care"(it was 4pm?!?!Wednesday!?!?)
Nice(getting scary) person from Church X.....to see if we had accepted "The Word" and to preach a bit more.
Plus Mother bunch of times(she stuck in the office while the boss is away)
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Me?
I'm hiding under a blanky.

A la John Wayne!

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A la John Wayne..Who is the Duchess now?

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Diva Sparks blows her gun!

Bla bla

I'm having a fuzzy week. The one that makes you hazy with hate and you wish that you could forget.
I'm tired, I feel like I'm at the brick of a massive migraine, so that has kept me on the hedge. My insomnia is back at full.
The f****g lappy is down and I don't know if I can retrieve my file and Branz of Shelda(plus every note of it) is in there.
Also the new plot for a contemporary Office romance, blurb of chapters, character development and arch are in there. I have no backup(oddly enough it died in the middle of backing up) I really need an external hard-drive(no extra doll. now for that)
The full mess with my best friends Mom the overdose and the lack of response from the Doctors who want to leave her at home(cause she was in clinics to much..and to no obvious response).
Why are having trouble reaching my uncle again(the one in Milan...the one that had brain surgery).
I lost my paper in the lappy..trying to re do them.
The heat,
the diet,
I just want to sleep...I'm just so done, now.

Mada Mada Dane

So having a couple of weird days.
Thinking about my own mortality.
Having a few nightmares.
Trying o study, feeling very bla, bla, bla.

Silly things

There are so many things I can say here:)
::giggles::

Your International Spy Name is Diva Sparks

Your Code Name: The Acrobat You Reside in: Prague Why You're a Good Spy: You can talk your way out of anything

What's Your International Spy Name?

Really no comment.
Keeps giggling.......

Begin

The cold seeped trough his limbs...
Breathing was so difficult...
To remember the reason of his traumatic existence....
The sensation on his extremities were the first to go....

Meeep

So I have a cold. Probably the only one that can be found in a place were we are rocking the 35 plus celsius(blasted summer).
Thing to take notice next time, cold meds make me loopy.
Should not take part in conversation while taking them.
Never combined with muscle relax(pulled my back 3 days ago).
So did as promised yesterday, I slept and just spend around 3 hours staring at the cursor blinking.
Sorry Branz, you ain't shaking Shelda yet. On the other hand you made it to the north path so no bitching.

Need to find me?
I'm on chatzy....alone apparently:)

Bugger, maybe i should tried Shelda again.

New stuff

Writing new stuff.
Never ventured into the fantasy land(at least not for writing)
Branz of Shelda and his adventures in the forgotten,
the forbidden.
Branz is a Sheldarin and proud to be.
Only, he feels there is more to see, more out there.
With mystery voice, millinery tales, forgotten city and forbidden forest.
Will he.
Dare to cross.
A journey of a new beginning.
----------------------
Caliel the necromancer gets tabled until notice.

Dear Myc

Good luck

Myspace Hugs Comments & Graphics
Hughs and Best wishes
Mina

Proyects

So 'Not there yet', you kicked my but and made me so crazy and yet you are like my child!
I will edit you, I swear.
I might even submit you::ducks the plants::

New weird ass fairy tale type of story,
boy did you grabbed me unprepared. Yes, I started you 2 days ago and left you in less than 2000 words, but you scared me. And I have to study for the finals in February.
So I will dabble in you.
Also please no more scary names like Shelda, make me feel like a rip off!

Red Day

No sleep,
made a very yummie casserole tons of stuff::drools::
I'm in a West Wing fic type of mood....and there is not much out there:(
My effing Hamster is in a snit and making me way cranky!
Not even Musical Sound Bands is making me feel better now.
Want Cheesecake!
Burgers
MotherF. Diet!!!
Hate

Zzzzzzzz, a myth?

Sleeep, such a weird word.
Sleep, why is it so easy for some people.
Jammie's, bed, duvet, pillow and POOF..8 hours later they awake.
Argggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh
The second I lay down I feel like I'm gonna vibrate out of my skin!
Also the less I sleep the more I want to eat.
BAD
Very bad for someone who is on a diet.
I feel like a non-cooked-pork-.

Mother comes home today.....................that'll be fun!!
*bangs head on table*

Paying the Piper

Still so f***g hot its %·&·$%&$%!!!
Mother is on business trip comes today at night, anyway I need a keeper whether I liked or not.
I'm an insomniac, so If someone doesn't literally pushes me to bed I wont go. Even with help, the chances of me sleeping are very low.
But if I'm alone I wont even lie down for my allotted 6 hours(time that I need to spend in bed doing no activity other than trying to sleep)
I'm now 3 days awake with a 2 cat naps about 3 hours long....

Also over 200 people in my msn and not one is connected!!?!?!??!
Jeez, its like people have lives--suddenly:)

Rocket M

So I think the heat is really getting to me.
I'm all EMO now:(
I'm even talking to the idgit that brought up the M word..and I had to grovel.
Which is really not one of my qualities, so I'm either damaged or dehydrated.
So cranky...
I saw the trailer to the next Underworld Movie...and the graphic were bitching awesome...
Want to see..

Blazing fire

Diet sucks!
40º Celsius is a killer.
Have no will to study or work in this weather....
Insomnia way out of control and just tired.

I discovered a phobia....I'm terrified of marriage--------at least when it comes to me.
I'm still wiggled out by this conversation I had....
Meh, Its so hot here..............
*goes to bed*

Lj down

So there I was just ljing my way into the night when...................lj went down!
Thank the lord I was reading Irish Winter by John simpson so not a really big hazzle there.
I have a new journal now.
INSANE JOURNAL User: Jamiepblaze
Not much there I'll be posting later today.
Cheers
Still hungry!

I ain't no Ali

Soooo 3 days later...
I'm still hungry...
...the heat make me sooo ill.
Still no go with the editing-
Need to star studying for my February/march exams
..need to help my mom with work...
..need a job...
..need to write...
..need new migraine meds..........

2009 you are sucking me up on the first quarter....

Life

Woke up really late.....or you know nice afternoon:)
I'm starving...I swear I'm kill for a hamburger now.
Hate dieting, want a whatever they are called that makes you slim down.
So dizzy and tired...
Survived a new year, will start to edit 'Not there yet' and writing Calel story....a fantasy story.
Need to find out how to sinc lj with blogger its a pain to double post:(

New

So New Year just came.
YEAY
Lets hope its good and stress free.....
*glups Chandon*
Just in case:)