Woman and Fire

Woman and Fire

Perfect Mixture of Woman and Fire

We visit her new offices
I’m impressed
She’s at the head of her table
Now she’s free to leave
The papers are collected
She gets up for a drink
Smiling to see me again, we meet
Compliments and comments exchange
Business gets concluded
It’s time to close
I’m the last one out
She makes her move, steps back into me
Turning to save her, eyes met, we kiss
Acting on impulse, my heart is warmed
Excitement rules my mind
I look at her, she learns my name
Our plans then formed
The day is saved
The memory made

-Jeremy Edward Dion

For The Age of The Days

A poem for the age of the days

Elevated risk
Distrust and regret
Planning for planners
Panning for niche

All we want is gold
When all is repeated
Her purity holds
Normalcy restored

The dangers of hope
Reality a biting dose
A constant sting
Consistently clinging

We are to fault
For failing each other
Our borders limitation
But the mind willing

We want love
Drug of the ageless
Shower of redemption
Sharing to pieces

The times are short
Falling from cliffs edge
Testing our wisdom
Teasing the seasoned

Carting this burden
Truth a heavy ore
Obscured with dirt
Surveyed soullessly

Quarry of fraternity
Vacant of morals
Lusts for potential
Obsessed with death

Children still playing
Blissfully unknown
Hiding from God
Father is building

We always want more
Sing from the heart
Burning of souls
Or decidedly not

Our choice of freedom
Shaded design fades
Accepting of truth
Hail storm of plays

Light willing heart chilling
The fray commences
Life lost loving
Tears unburdened

Calmness prevails
Cold sea of corpses
Rising with each wave
Sinking in times waste

Cheering felt among silence
Heart of pang subsiding
Skies of clearing blue
Living beyond ensign

Now we know freedom
Love without limit
Caring not cursing
Absence of heathens

This but a wish
A sight of sublime
Prayer of thyself
My poem of the time

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Halloween’s Cool Fear

Creepy Manor

Something creeps this Halloween.
Hounds growl from shadow as whistling prowls wind.
A heart beats and stops a single breath.
Darkness grip felt and seen.
This cool air from elsewhere than night.
Dim grey light falls on old manors.
Children accompany kin to dare onward.
The witch watching as nearing approach.
Latent warm blooded courage now cooling fear.
A nostril flare of iron rusted hair.
From corner leaps imaginary beast.
Mind in fright captures its jagged teeth.
Snarling and tearing across sights scene.
The body fails command as legs be still.
Children gone missing this night. Halloween.

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Force

Force is a Fist

Force is the barrel of a gun.
Keeping your head down and never looking them in the eye.
Force is a uniform without ears; never listening to reason.
Never focusing on the trivial and always making progress.
Force is Irrational, Angry and selfish.
An early retired boxer coming home from the plant
To a house full of kids with a parentless future.
Force is ignorance with a raised fist; a failed government.

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Dead Behind The Eyes


No longer can it be seen; recognition
Am I that different, have you died behind the eyes
Your pale expression spills from a tired mind
That apathy, contagious discontent
Compassionless fateful darkness, destined
Bound to fail intercourse 101
A stressed smile insults a series of visual aides
Style, no style
The living determine you have died
Dead behind the eyes, but
Your hue glitters and you smell of citrus
A simple conquest surrounded in sound
Dancing, drinking, laughing, faking it
You lack grace and arouse disinterest
Tell me about yourself,
Followed by the shortest response
Your favor is light, I impart little fight
A touch goes ignored, fearless or forgotten
Shattering notion of sex in motion, vested
Warm but composed as steel,
I do not love you

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Hindsight Gift


Hindsight Gift

I want to sleep on the aloe tongue of the Earth
I want to split the all-seeing eye of Illuminati
I want to dilute the artificial blood of reptiles
Cleanse my unconfirmed soul

Thieve back my destiny
Fighting their ideal future
I will embrace the truth of us
Parents from afar riding a star

A portion of thought reserved, conditioned to accept fateful lies
The price charged before creation, a burden in the spade of ancient lives
Knowledge is a hindsight gift learnt from betrayal
Kept in shadow beneath secretive soles, trampled and wrinkled

Orbital justice, the crossing of celestial paths, disrupting our nature
Our chemistry twisted, deformed by science and mangled by mans fear
Not in our own, unable to change the truth of it, and we shouldn’t
But we must endeavor to survive

Fighting their ideal future, embracing the truth
Our parents riding the stars, and we see them in a Sirius light
Atop the highest clouds, parting ways with different gods
Spread across aeons of karmic debris

All are gods to their creations, and all worship superiority
Hierarchy is infinite among the cosmos
Our gods are in service to theirs
This knowledge, a hindsight gift

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Venus Transit

Today I watched Venus transit across our solar disc. It was beautiful. I watched it on a NASA web stream. I had been anticipating this day for a while. Astronomy is something that interests me and I’m happy I was able to catch a glimpse of Venus with my own eyes. It was cloudy earlier in the day but it cleared up by the time of first contact when Venus began voyaging across the sun. Very briefly I viewed the Venus transit with a pinhole projector I manufactured out of two toilet paper rolls, tin foil and wax paper. It was awesome. After some trial and error, I was able to enhance the image and see a super tiny black dot. I may never be able to see Venus again in this fashion, as her next transit is in 2117.

I will write more on this when Venus completes her transit shortly.

I watched her come and I watched her go. She brought with her a century of knowledge I would have never known. I am thankful to witness the goddess on the go as a small speck on the face of Sol.

-Jeremy Edward Dion