06.13.2019 ink&rage excerpt.

​What’s the saying?
“find what you love and let it kill you?"
well, my art seemed to be simultaneously sustaining and killing me. I felt consumed by it. with pure love and grotesque resentment.
Being driven mad by it, as we only are by things we truly love.
Can’t quit. Can’t give up. At all costs--- I come back to it.
Reduced to the degrading for it,
And crawling back to it. day and night.
Like a sickness.
Like an addiction. Infected, as I struggled to detach.
Exhilarated and exhausted by it.
try to form it—but the pen in my hand takes the lead.
Flowing through my blood,
Turned to ink on the page.
Only slowed by my feeble human form.
No choice.
Art in my soul,
My life source,
My life.
No choice but to keep it alive at all costs.
 

06.12.2019. ink&rage except
It was barely 9pm but I felt drunk as fuck
and wide awake.
Wide awake as myself.
 
So unsure of what he already knows,
so unsure of himself.
​If only he would let his self-judgment go…
We’re free when we let ourselves be our whole selves and learn to accept even the parts we judge as wrong.
 
We love when we forgive and accept
ourselves and others who remind us of who we’ve been.
We find home in ourselves
and let go of what was,
accepting what is and all we are.
We are in harmony.
Put in the face of someone who is meant to teach us a lesson we need to learn to enter our next chapter.
 
He is so unsure of himself. Questioning what he already knows. Unsure of what he has yet to admit.
I’m the mirror.
The mirror you face to claim and choose some part of yourself you’ve denied.
Admit to live.
Admit to love.
All you need to know is that you’re not doing anything wrong.
 
We want people to love us because people are so beautiful when they love us.
We are flawed and striving
for our own kind of perfection.
When someone smiles upon us with that approval of all we are, we love them== because of what they see in us.
Them seeing it,
makes it true somehow.
Life seems to be learning to love --
I’d never loved true until I met you… that’s the fairytale, isn’t it?
The feeling we’re craving? What we’re really after in this life is love.
 
I walked into the dead night,
lighting a cigarette,
stumbling my drunk-ass home.
Taking shallow drags, not really in my mood to smoke, as I was to contemplate. Contemplate life.
The stranger.
I was going on another day with no sleep.
No matter, who can sleep in these conditions?
When their mind is being spun like a plate.
 --jgrim__

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06.11.2019. ink&rage excerpt.
​You had no idea how good you had it.
Everyone stays just long enough to wind me up
Before they ditch.
And you immediately feel like you’re stewing in day old resentment.
The stupidest emotion--
A pure waste of emotion--
With a stale taste on your tongue.
 
Drifting, drifting in oblivion.
My reality seems more reliable than this wonky crap--
People drifting around, half awake,
Smiling at destruction swept under the rug.
House of the dead.
It always seems the case
When your realities don’t connect.
 
Everyone takes their own truth so seriously.
Everyone takes their own truth as fact.
There is no fact.
There’s opinions, perspectives, and a consensus with certain thing that the power players agreed upon as fact.
People love their boundaries.
People love their rules,
They think limitation keeps them grounded.
The people are so frantic to be secure and grounded.
As if they will float away like a balloon in the sky and be lost from all sense.
No, fools—you’ll be elevated.
You may kiss enlightenment, if you’re lucky.
Then drift on down to the damaged earth, with a little magic in your pocket
And the taste of higher consciousness on your lips.
 --jgrim__
 
 
 
 
 

06.08.2019. ​ink&rage excerpt
​"ROLL A CIGARETTE WITH ONE HAND LIKE THE BUM I AM..." -BUKOWSKI

On some park bench,
another park bench,
thinking over the trail of my life.
the past is gone,
the past means shit.
forgotten loves
and 
forgotten lives.
Hope your kids don't end up like me.
I don't regret my life,
but i wouldn't recommend it.
People are better off not asking why.
operation left over high...
People drive by~~~
WHERE'S THE BREAK???
Living on less.
Surviving on less.
Add some music. Makes life less ache.
Smoking in the park like the bum i am... "bum" is a societal term. Nothing else.
Make haste,
leave no trace,
what a waste.
Hide your marks where you can.
Hidden, cause the rules aren't always right. 
Hiding in plain sight.
You've got to fight for your elbowroom. Carve yourself out a little space.
​--jgrim__

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06.10.2019. ink&rage excerpt
​Some people are looking for love.
Some people are looking for parents.
Others are looking for a parent who will fuck them, and call it love.
The usual textbook bit.
Daddy didn’t love me--
Mommy didn’t love me---
So I’ll find a girl, find a guy,
Like mommy, like daddy,
To fuck me.
To love me.
Chasing childhood tails…
Face it if you’re unaware.
Face it if you care.
Not to have ghosts of childhoods past
come round and round
to fuck you in the ass.
 
We all live
Happily ever after…
 --jgrim__
 

06.10.2019 ink&rage excerpt
​Squatted down, plucking someone’s forgotten change sprinkled on the sidewalk.
Snagging leftover bread from the kitchen like the scavenger the world’s rules have shaped me to be.
Eat when you can get your grubby hands on anything  somewhat edible.
Good luck enjoying any of it.
When you’re stuffing your face at race pace,
To a shrunken stomach that’s
Too full of a drop to shout “when!”
My body hardly processes food anymore.
I don’t look it yet.
It’s never what it looks like…
People complementing my tan legs---
---I’m scratching my flaky skin.
Flash ‘em a white toothy grin--
---I’m rocking back and forth, nursing a cigarette.
The ash from my skin, the ash from my cig,
Flutter together in a death dance to the ground, as I stare off in no particular direction.
​--jgrim__