My Dead Language

I was always falling

I was always falling

You were always catching

Those pieces that didn’t stick

There is so little left

And I am little more

Then your most gentle touch

Despite my ever growing

Always underestimated determination

I spend down

I let down

Each day

Every day

In any way I have ever known

I have never found up

Still, you make my innocence bloom

Driving away

Chasing away

The most penetrating gloom

That holds its life

Its fortune above my head

You make up for what I am not

For what I will never be

Perhaps you glimpsed

Maybe you knew

The all too eager truth in me

JBW

My Dead Language

Mercy

Mercy never knew anyone so true

It pleads for humanity to see

To understand as more than one

To be, to feel, to act collectively

This founded way of living

Never seemed so unraveled

And suddenly has no meaning

We tried to build on the shoulders of equality

That is why we left and that is how we arrived

We don’t embrace the history

We run

We hide

And when we venture out

It’s to point the finger

To assign the blame

To get to the root of justice that hasn’t begun to grow

Do we really fear the unknown

Or a past that was never acknowledged

So how can it belong anywhere in time

If it exists only in our mind

When it is not our problem

When we suddenly don’t understand grief

We are so doomed

So condemned to disbelief

We won’t find mercy

We won’t find relief

Our future, fathered by mistrust and doubt

Oh what a place to bury a growing spirit

There is no greatness

Just insignificance

If that is where we live

If that is the truth we conceive

How will we ever earn the country we deserve

A country we can believe

Jennifer Barajas

My Dead Language

If I Am And Not Were

If I am and not were

I could be for both you and myself

But I can’t and I’m not

So I choose me

I would love to love you

To bring truth to your humanity

To touch the deepest part of you that remains unseen

Instead I will melt away – evaporate

Almost as if I never existed at all

No memory I told him

No certainties he asked

Just a hopeless case of love gone wrong

Or possibly gone right

But I’d give it all up for selflessness

To let you become bigger and better

Than what might come to life in my imagination

The beauty, the sensation of your touch

All I want is to be remembered

Not too little

Not too much

Jennifer Barajas

My Dead Language

I’ve never been much of nothing

I’ve never been much of nothing

When this was there and that was up

I have let my own shadow

Cover me in darkness

Even a good life can go unnoticed

A grand life can live unsung

I feel unknown to everything good and warm

Once I was here

Once I was present

When I learned a moment – a word –

Can break you apart piece by piece

Never whole again

You learn to manage

You learn a new way to live

It’s not about the going,

It’s all about the give

JBW

My Dead Language

Life Remains Untaught

Life remains untaught

Unafraid of consequences

But somehow wary of chance and circumstance

I didn’t need to learn

I already knew

Just enough lessons to know without regretting

You shattered and pieces of you cut me deep

Have you ever wondered
Are you hardly aware

This is my broken heart singing

This is the song that I bear

Wounded & Weak

This is not what I wanted

It’s not the ground that I seek

But If I’ve settled into you

This could be longer than any hopeless wish

And it does not do to dream

So everything I hold, really

Falls apart, ripping at the seams.

My Dead Language

There was this hope of living

There was this hope of living

But where I come from, you learn to soldier on

And really, this is the hell I built with my own two hands.

So here I am

So here I stand

On my own two feet

What will happen when they find me out

When all my fears and demons

Become living beings with a life of their own

Suddenly, all I am is what I have left behind

So the stars know what the moon will never say

And I let the grief mourn and wash my pieces away.

11/26/18 JBW

My Dead Language

I used to think that life was for the living

I used to think that life was for the living

As I find myself less inspired

Definitely just existing

Unbearable, unusable

This life, my life

Is for the walking wounded

Divided I last

Desired I fall

Layers and layers of misery

That has never left the confines of my own mind

It pulses, it breathes

Not like life, not like the living

It has no meaning worth mentioning

It merely exists

Feeding on itself

Until it ceases to be

Until life is again for the living and not the pretending

Jennifer Barajas

My Dead Language

We’ve never truly been

We’ve never truly been
Because you’ve never
Truly given up everything
And now, time is up
And you can not surrender
Yourself to God’s good deeds.
You questioned
You paused
Now you are left out.
There isn’t a single word that I have not uttered
That still exists deep down.
For me, it’s all been spoken.
You’ll be left to mutter your own musings
And wish for a life you already had
I will give my own self to an existence
That deserves my faith.

JBW

My Dead Language

A simple word is all that encompasses you

A simple word is all that encompasses you
Beauty
In its most gracious and humblest of forms
You soar
Above the crowd in such a listless fashion
You’ve taken the truth from my lips
And wrapped them
Around your every motion
I’m in love with your selflessness and devotion
So still, I pray
And hope
And pray again
You may accuse me
I will no longer deny
This life I’ve lived
Is nothing short of a lie

-JBW