Embrace It All: Poetry, Art, Short Story

By Jhen M. Veach

I rest in my simple, solitary dwelling,
Longing to be desired, not just delighted.
So the daybreak dissolves into dusk,
The feverish heat on my back from the sun
Invisibly fades to frigid shadows.
Night has come unfaltering sediment takes
Back my memory; a soundless out cry
I hear from within; scarceness in human
Compassion is what I perceive; uncommonly
Rare is how I feel; the forsaken tribe is
who I understand; a bewildered tarnish
is what I recognize and a spirited
illustration is what I shall become

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456866341

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Copyright © 2011 by Jhen M. Veach.

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Contents

Ripe Passage

A Taste of Sanity

Amusing

Another Chance

Bleeding Fruit

Broken Faith

Cold Day Tradition

Come My Way

Compare

Craving Solitude

Criteria (For Her)

Departure

Depressed Sleep

Describing Crazy

Down the Drain

Drowning Freedom

Enchanted Tribulation

Escape (For Her)

Eternal Puzzle

Fading

Family

Fate Arrives

Fearing Goodbye

Fire

Forever Numb

Free

Gods Nightmare

Hope in Hell

Just a Thought

Keeping Sane

Leave Me Be Me

Left Unanswered

Lost Hope

Loves Legend

Memory

On Boredom

Pages

Past Dark

Prior to Fate

Say

Sea Tears

Seldom

Selection

Simple Lesson

Sin Luz

Sipping Time

Social Indecision

Surviving Surprise

Taken Away

The Lounge

The Hour

Tolerance

Troubled Certainty

Unaware

Undecided

Unopened

Untaimed Rain

White Sin

Ice Flight

Bargain

Bright Life

Captured

Cascade

Celebration

Centered

Charade

Chill

Choices

Close-Mouthed Sabatoge

Cycle

Dazed (For Sharon)

Deer (For Dawn and Jess)

Delivery

Deservant

Disarm

Distant

Drizzle

Dropping Cupid

Escape

Fever Happy

For Me

Freedom

Getting Ahead

Gleam

Global Delight

I’m Fine

In Absence of You

Knowledge

Logic

Longing

Mental Cliff

Mission: Me

Nan (For My Nan, Catherine)

No Life

Old School

Options

Painting

Parachute

Pester

Phantom (For Denny Dad Veach)

Play Life

Powder

Proper Etiquette

Rescue X

Rising

Retreat

Search

Seeking Enchantment (My Nieces & Nephews, Our Children & Our Inner Child)

Self

Shaving Intellect

Skyline

Sort

Squirt (For Her)

Still

Toy Mist

Tragedy

Trick (For Joanne Mom Patterson)

Twirl

Under Love

Unviel

Whole

Winning Failure

Wishing

Youth (For Chrissy)

Mind Frosting

A Brothers Reality (For Drew: a rapp song I wrote trying to reach my brother)

Breaking Dreams

Bright Darkness

Climb Adrift and Bloom

Delicious

Euroself

Expired

Fine Line

Flush

Humaness

Intrigued Voices

Private Education

Remains of Me

Small Sacrifices

Star Skin

Starving

The Buffer (For Her)

The Opening

White Flag

Wholesale: a memoir from jail

Without Smiles

Yearning for Difference (For Vanaman)

Old Beginnings

600 seconds

Adrenaline Tablet

Begging for Sandman

Caught Between Life & A Rubberband

Consequence (For Mari)

Deeply Knowing (For Her)

Denying the eyes

Elated

Emptied Days

Explosion

Final Rest

Flakes

Glad Death

Happy Molecules

Inhalation Dream

Lilypad

Minus Oxygen

Nesting

New Vision

No Care

Protien and the Jones’s

Punctual Thoughts

Raw Solitude

Rights to Live

Secured Games (For Gizela)

Silly Me

Storage

Sugar Coated Illness

Survivor

Sweet Invasion

Sweet Signs

The Magic Word

The Wash

Trapped

View in the Dark

Wishing Myself Well

Converting Harry Short Story

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

RIPE PASSAGE

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A Taste of Sanity

I waited centuries for deliverance of this mess. Statues of clouded waves free themselves and move about among the worldly spirits. I still long for this day. Mindless and open, I forgot to tell time. Sifting away my worries through a straw of silk. Feel the caress of the timeless offering. Move toward the heavens, blue and yellow spout from the stream. Fire sets forth the storm, calm and wicked. I rest until day breaks. Night never comes, for it is always with me. Dry and sleepy I become. Wishful for tears and breath. Her breath gives me sanity, life and insanity. Crazed for a moment beneath the cover, heated rain pouring in from the cracks, the two take a feather and laugh together . . . until monday comes.

Amusing

Is there any lack of chance that doesn’t require thought and proposal to be spread wildly among the grounds of disaster? Feel with me, for a moment, in reguards to the sun. Framed and displayed, a season to unite with. A drifted thread falls from the clock. The ticking, tick, tick, ticking roars without end, reminding me that time grows narrow for the arrival of undivided confrontation. A fixed remedy with beneficial distress. To take a discount on life, to purchase love and trust with a percentage off must be, perhaps, a fancy hoax. Trespass with no hindrance. Secure infected credit and quarrel with acute debt. Hinder the decay that solicits happiness. If only we could charge emotion, command merriment and satisfaction. We could then sieze the free gift, an open handed and fertile donation. Standing wasted in the virus yet fixed in the haze, a raw, artless name will follow. Liberal fortune without educated sufferage and common exertion unceasingly echoes the voice of slothful insanity. A deciet so authentic and repeatedly youthful continues to abide in the cavity of blind destruction. We remain in guarded costume, pondering over wonder, dwelling in rehearsed self pity and winding downward into forced remission. Still, in unbroken purity, we shop for affection and understanding. Gazing at each face in the multitude with the will to take custody of the virgin. Defending the pollution that grows in thought, unclean yet brilliant. Irritating! Paralyzing! I am fond of the strain that follows indecision, leaving me on edge, with complete knowledge of uncertainty. This fatal party in which I attend, this perplex way of living is not for reason, nor is it questioned. I allow the clarity to be smothered by fog, resulting in a genius declaration lost and familiar furnishings rediscovered.

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Another Chance

Sprinkle me with newness and curiosity once again. Leave me with genuine concern and understanding. Let natural emotion fall and accept a familiar embrace. Reality and truth rediscovered, the second time around.

Bleeding Fruit

In disarray, I stare at nothing and chew endlessly, proceeding without consciousness, knowing only rapid thoughts that relate this ritual, this exhausting habit with nervousness and flight. The soft, moist interior, once slick as ice, alters into a raw, rigid memory. Self inflicted wounds never reserve a prolonged visit, but can remain a frequent, constant whisper of unknowing. Would you like to be a contestant?

Broken Faith

I’ve fallen into tangled fear

I must be wicked like a crook

My eyelids crack as they close to clear

I stay hungry for an unburdening look

My hopes to become pacified have fashioned into wonder

This cramped retreat I will abide and never come out from under

I’m famished and hollow in regards to my breathing

Please return me to the womb

Or in a play pen teething

Not in some forgotten tomb

Cold Day Tradition

T-shirts and underpants, socks and pajama bottoms. Half full and half empty cups, plastic and pink. A pizza box with crust inside, offering the scent of onion, cheese and lingering bacon. Fingerprints of left over grease track the glass table top, too lazy to make that long trip to wash. Soft blankets thrown over the green, sunken in couch. Shades closed for a dim touch with candles lit in every corner of this stone palace. A cave of smoke, glossy and relaxed. Eyes upon the ceiling, stars in the sky. What more could be reached? This video goddess and turmoiled creature, over worked and well over paid. Numerous diverse patterns make an effort to plant their seed and leave a mark. Good friends in the next room getting ready for the phase of greed. Just blow out one candle and put a clean shirt on. Lay on the carpet and slumber with me. It’s so easy. Life is asleep and time watches closely. How often this cycle in winter occurs. Awake with no fire yet still warm and fuzzy. Pass the day with labor and at dusk, begin the tradition again.

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Come My Way

No fortune comes my way. In December, the sun doesn’t shine, offering illuminating reason. Instead an accident of luck arrives, delayed and incomplete. Passing the hazard sign, not realizing it was meant for me to read, for us. A gift given too late. No chance comes my way. A split in my mind, a crack beneath my feet. Guilty, deserving of the pain, the unsettled emotion. Warm affection, tenderness and kindness have been injured. The choice I favor will never be heard, for I have become impaired. A virginal crime, a damaging blow of victory. The passion we felt, the laughter we shared, and the harmony we created has become seldom and rare. Originating from love, concluding with a tragic goodbye. After the wound, the grief, the ache, how soon after will I be cured? How long will it take for me to heal undividedly? Will I always feel illegal? How much more of a duration must I wait? My request is simple yet I cannot bargain with myself. Beyond all reason for hurt, for craziness and insanity, far beneath the grounds of earth and above the limitless sky, my tangled conception and puzzled understanding