That Quiet Spot

Not the fool Devil I’m
not one nor The Father,
I think it was wise
now not any longer.
Feel the mist in spirit
feel the Inquisition is it
your duty to seek or
do your changes resist?
Saddles of passion so
large in aspect create
dreams that you dream
I won’t bother debate.
I don’t want to fight
bitter back and forth
from this view I knew
logic I will not divorce.
Seeing twilight it was
before a bother a very
happy spot now I seek
one dim and so scary.
I want to be a shoulder
but my own feels a sting
from the rain of pain in
sin the grin again I bring.
I’m jealous but am humble
and I try and stay strong.
Want and need are tender
rely on fabric of time calm. 
If you want to know me
I want all hypnotic chaos
to go away in me I know
I’m lost in December frost.
Yet I can handle it I hope;
you find my eye and rely
on me please I know you
from the look in your eye.

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Loving your poems! I saved your page as a bookmark. Will be back for more!

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Jester says:

      Thank you Devlin. Many thanks!!


    1. Jester says:

      Thank you Luna. ❤️


  2. Secret Bree says:

    Damn, some fantastic phrases in here J-Bird! 👏👏👏👏

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