“UNTIL THEN…”

Words emanate the thought
Tides clean the soul
A bowl,
The vessel,
Holds idea.
This precious notion
A jewel lost in the motion
Of sense/a rhyme/a reason
All forged complete sensation
Of risk...

A breath I take
Before thee awakes,
The last ray of light
Fades from betwixt us.

Sunsets gave the gift
Of which we received
This dying light
Bound to recede
That blends into the morn.

Forever in thy spirit
It gave thee thy precious gift
Words/life/ and laughter
A kiss never kissed.

Souls traveled this highway
Many before you or eye
Many will follow
To Live/to love/ to die,

Our gift to give
Is but one small gesture:
A smile,
Happiness…
A tear.
And Friendship
Lived w/ out fear

“O great creator of being:
grant us one more hour
to perform our art
and perfect our lives…”

Of this we pray.


-J.E. Negrea 03 March ’02 11:49pm

"Oasis..."

The sun burst through the broken pane of glass in the bedroom around six-thirty a.m., as it had for several weeks. Amanda rolled over allowing the sun to warm
her face. Complete serenity flooded her being. She often wished her name was Serenity instead of the grounded earthy Amanda. This desire for identity shift was born of the need for spiritual peace. As of late, the world turned against our dark beauty...blood was evidently not enough. She bled profusely for her cause and the tears ran from deep w/ in her soul, spilling out of her dark eyes onto soft cheek, leaving a trail of sorrow that eventually threatened to drown her. But what was her misery? What was her sadness? Many would talk in low whispers, "her fault..." would time and again appear on the lips of others.

Amanda closed her eyes and whispered softly, "Take me...?" Her question was more of a statement w/ the hint of blue tint. Lately, the light surrounding her was semi blue-aqua. Gone were the days of rich amber hues falling quietly on her body. She was always awash in the warm glow of sunset...with a driving desire
for the next sunrise to occur. A broken optimist was the worst type. "No matter, all will work out..." were the words of a yesterday hued in fire red and warm amber.

It was true, amber hues had lost the day. Now the sense of blue-aqua permeated her inner self. The sun still shone brightly as she place the cool barrel of the .357 magnum against her soft brown wavy hair. Amanda drew a quick breath and laid directly in the amber-golden warmth of the sun on the bed pushing back
that blue tint from her being. In her mind, she turned to the left...walking out. "Oh, it's so dark, dark blue back there...," she aimed towards that warm golden
glow. Amanda smiled, letting the little white rays of light turn into a full spectrum colour wheel. Some where off in the distance, Amanda heard what sounded like a gunshot..."No matter, all will work out..." ran quietly through the great golden haze spread before her mind. She took another left, and that beautiful hue led her to an amber drenched oasis. Gone were her blues...covered over in a crimson red that glistened in the serenity of the warm golden sunshine. The blood ran silently, and slowly though her dark hair.

The sun shone brightly through the broken pane of glass in the bedroom. Somewhere off in the distance, the pleasant sound of children playing and laughing drifted slowly inside Amanda's bedroom. They ran and laughed in the warm rays of sunlight, catching bugs and dreaming quietly of their future. A tear ran silently down Amanda's soft cheek, and disappeared as it soaked into her fluffy white pillowcase.

-J.Eugene Negrea [14 March 2002 1:04AM]

"Wayside..."

another day gone by the wayside
where do they go/the gift?
why did we waste it?
so precious...so few
a heartbeat gone away
one by one by one...
like a drip unstopped
in the sink of life
carelessly wasted
goes unnoticed
drown the drain
i am drained
i am drained
drained am i
down the sink
like the cold rain
falling from cold sky
or
the
tears
that
fall
from
mine
eye...

-wasted/warm/silent.
j.e.negrea 31 may 01

"Inside, Outside, Upside Down..."

His higher power came spewing out from within,
a gift for those willing to accept it.

Mere existence carried the romance,
a voyage for experience.

We open and close the shutters…
dark side,
light side,

To view essence from both sides.

All life is intercourse.
Through this opening,
through that portal,
down this hallway,
and out the door…



In/out
open/close
grip/grasp
never complete

always disappearing
hidden safely,
in the deep dark,
radiant heat…

of tomorrow’s tomorrow
out today’s door
backwards,
down yesterday’s street.

All life is intercourse.



[J.E.Negrea 1987]

ever think about the fact that we as humans find it
easier to kill each other than to just co-exist in
peace?

if it weren't so pathetic, it would almost be sad.

shame on us all.

I just pooped my pants