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.