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  • Writer's pictureJamar Ramos

Once Lost Pt 1: Just a Tool

Updated: Oct 20, 2022

I


sweating

breathing

swimming in the sun


dizzy


whispers seem so familiar

in my

throat


but I can't say what I want to


here for me to

use


here for me to

judge


here for me to

leave


cold and ugly underneath the

skin and jewelry

wide awake at the thought

of feeling

trembling at the thought

of feeling


nothing seems to penetrate cuz I’m scared,

frightened


maybe it's just bullshit?


II

my guilt, my blame

I ain’t innocent


hostile, dismal, apathetic,

I ain’t innocent


wanna believe, wanna trust, wanna have faith

but I ain’t

innocent


head down, eyes closed

what happened?

I'm breathing, but am I whole?

I'm breathing, but am I still alive?

So young, but feel…


so long

to remember

so long treading water

so long with head down, eyes closed


what happened?


on my hands rest promises, madness, murder,

patterns stalking


Mother…may I?

Father…may I?


drink this drink I give you

sobriety centers, but spirals erode


knees burning with broken desires


compassion makes me feel ugly…


…am I dead inside?


III

something has to change

right?

too much, but not enough


IV

I can help you change


…I don't want it…


change


…I don't need it…


I can help you


I said…


it may hurt a little, but you’ll get used to it


to breathe tired moments into pleasure

to feel that I belong

to know how to

balance


relax, take my hand,

we’re on our way

down, digging through, crawling,

clearing out


feel the changes you’ve been hiding

behind

muscle memory, insecure delusions,

shadows


change

change is

coming

change will guide you,

my child,


Listen…


V

I may disappear into that

gap

again, but only if I

enter


please don’t push me in

I’m begging for a little

peace

of mind


survival claws at my throat

terror touching me in this

hopeless

fucking

hole


I may disappear into that

gap

again,

tumbling into blue


so many questions, but that

life

is a lie


so many questions, but the

dream

is a reality


listen…


rhymes tickle my mind

answers I’ve known all along


why are you running away?


how do I recognize this new

sun?


how do I separate Black

holes

from night skies?

listen…


rhymes tickle my mind

voices I’ve known all along, singing

one

familiar song


slow vibrations are imaginations of a

subjective experience


Death…


VI

negative crowns tolerate

unworthy heads, clutching

letters

as they fall down cornerstone denials, giving

lonesome ultimatums (count one through ten)


negative crowns control desperate

heads, sinking deeper into Black

holes

under night skies


sinking deeper (count one through ten)


who chooses what I

see? leaden grudges bind my

eyes (let go)


who chooses what I

see? cold oceans transform

stone (let go)


a groan, keeping faith,

a loving embrace (let go)


drained of vitality, drained of patience,

tested until fear becomes form becomes formula becomes fear

again


be patient…


patience is a tedious path, damaged and broken, held hostage by rewards


be patient…


…but there aren’t rewards to find…(be patient)

…I should run away…(be patient)

…no rewards to find…(be patient)

…run away…(be patient)


…run away…(be patient)

…run away…(be patient)


VII

comfort (it’s calling me)

patience (it’s calling me)

concession (it’s calling me)

reflection (it’s calling me)


Wide

Eyed

And

Hopeful


Wide

Eyed

And

Holding

On


(so familiar)


because…I’m not alone (I must keep reminding myself of this)

I’m not alone (I must keep reminding myself of this)

I’m not alone (I must keep reminding myself of this)


a holy gift of recognition (so familiar)


a mantra so familiar


climb out of my pitiful hole

climb out of my self-indulgence

climb out of myself and into the

source


smothering narcissism (the light shall lift you)

no longer blind (the light shall lift you)

no longer cynical (the light shall lift you)

no longer pining for what isn’t mine (the light shall lift you)


ego left behind


climb out of my pitiful hole

climb out of my self-indulgence

climb out of myself and into


comfort

patience

concession

reflection


guide me on my way

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