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Jamey Shepherd Poem
Two Great Cities of Hope 9/30/09
She dwells in the city of perpetual light.
Born of those who are eternally bright.
She will continue to rule and undeniably shine.
Someday I will make her irrevocably mine.
Her place is in the heavens with
wings of angels wrapped around.
Among the powerful stars she is
home and unending peace surrounds.
Holiness exudes from her royal blood.
Always doing more then what she should.
Mistakes don't follow her where she goes
and she owns no shadow for she glows.
I live in the city of never ending night.
Learning to survive in the absence of light.
Clinging to the dark like a madman who is blind,
searching with unblinking eyes trying to find
the one person who can give me peace of mind.
How can daytime mix with night?
How can she belong to shadow and smoke?
It is but a dream and a whisper for which I fight.
Is it comprehensible or is it a very subtle joke?
I know something all the others do not.
There is a switch inside that can be turned.
We all have light within us but most forgot.
If only we can remember all we have learned.
I was there when when light and dark embraced.
I recall the feeling of naked hope and elation.
The blackness dissipated that we had all faced.
Our two great cities merged and melded into one.
We collide
Copyright © Jamey Shepherd | Year Posted 2016
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Jamey Shepherd Poem
Outlandish Lust 6/6/09
Of all the things that I have discovered,
and all the things that I've attained.
With all the lands that I have covered,
and all the friends that I have gained.
You were the biggest surprise to say the least.
I'd have a better chance of slaying a mythical beast.
You're not from around here I can clearly see.
It's not those electric blue eyes that give you away.
It's the vibe you release that washes over me.
And the out of this world things you subtly say.
Seeing your fire red hair that whips
in the wind like dancing snakes.
Makes every fiber in my body vibrate
and violently shake.
I am intrigued by your poison lips.
I want to kiss them without consequence.
Yet, my confidence slowly slips
as I approach your excellence.
I love the feel of your green tinged skin.
I never thought I'd fall in love with an alien.
You shift your shape and blend in
not unlike a chameleon.
And so I wonder what planet she's from.
And why when I see her, I am struck dumb.
She moves with the grace of fine feline.
One day I will eventually claim her as mine.
I don't care whether anyone agrees.
We will get married and have lots of half-breeds.
Someday I hope she will introduce me
to her technically advanced color coded family.
For now I am content to explore our strange connection.
If we are invaded by evil E.T.'s I may need her protection.
Copyright © Jamey Shepherd | Year Posted 2016
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Jamey Shepherd Poem
Dysfunctional 7/1/14
I am an only child but I wasn't a lonely one.
Some days I think it would've been
better to have had a younger
brother or sister to torture
and somehow be an example to.
Funny how younger
siblings are like puppies.
Always coming back for more -
with adoration oozing from their pores.
At what age do they halt seeking
attention or acceptance?
Love is always there regardless
of how we treat each other, right?
I find the family dynamic unparalleled.
How can you fiercely love and hate
someone so completely at the same time?
And so it goes with ties that bond.
"I won't speak to you for 30 years!" Who says that?
There is no logic in the twisted web of blood.
I find no solace in my past.
Snippets of joy sprinkled into
buckets of pain.
Even still, I have learned over
the years to forgive.
For my own sanity and for
the sake of my possible
future family - Or I will be destined
to repeat the demented cycle.
Perhaps it doesn't matter and
all families share some cruel genetics.
Some innate ability to dish
out the worst punishment -
emotional cuts so deep they will never heal.
I know I'm not alone is this thinking,
although I'm an only child.
I observe and digest a world of
hurt and anguish with no light
at the end of this terrifying tunnel.
My stomach hurts and my head burns.
It's no wonder people anesthetize to numbness.
To feel is to be aware -
thus ignorance is a sort of beauty all its own.
I would never want to be a mind reader.
I'm not sure I could handle the truth.
Copyright © Jamey Shepherd | Year Posted 2016
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