Essential Mindstate

 

Essential Mindstate

A classical way of thinking
A closed quarter for an open mind
A musical note for a lifetime achievement
A pain so deep that the mere surface of it makes it a genius act
A natural sighting that makes you wonder
A sound that takes you to a self conscious path yet not explored
A causality that brings an effect, which you can’t even comprehend
A deep look into your soul that frightened you
A deep breath that makes you wondering if it’s your last
A weightless state that makes you wonder if it’s bliss or anguish that you should feel
A living thing of nature that abruptly isn’t anymore
A flower deprived of water and light
A philosopher’s mind being ignored
A mathematician being outcast because he’s ahead of its time
A book without covers
A thought without process
A beautiful thing without an ugly one in comparison
A Good action without an evil one in comparison
A lot of sentences without any explanations
A lot to think about

By: Jimmy Marquis
September 8th
Duration of the writing: approx. 12-14 minutes.

 

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Loin

Loin

Loin, je me sens loin…
Loin de qui j’étais, de qui je dois être et donc, forcément de qui je suis…
Certains pourrais dire que c’est une bonne chose pour plusieurs aspects…
sans doute, mais ça n’empêche rien, je me sens loin…
lointain, sans teint, un vieux papier peint, sans refrain, en perte de frein…
Une direction sans fin, avec un faux départ, un sort distinct…
un instinct sans faim, une humiliation de destin…
contraint avec dédain, à toujours sembler glisser dans le bain…
facile de rire, faire sourire, mais tout cela en vain…
Loin, je me sens loin…

Écrit par : Jimmy Marquis
3 Mars 2013
Durée d’écriture: approximativement 5 à 7 minutes

Those We Lost

Those who are lost or should I say : Those that we all have lost…
Because, who are we kidding…  We’re all a little lost.
Those that we remember are those that left an imprint, an impression and/or a deep love…
Probably a close one or an idol of some sort, maybe both.
For me, so far, it is my grandmother and my uncle, her son.
I loved them both for many reasons, and in different ways…
I will miss them and will think of them for many years to come…
Think about them in many moments and situations to come…
Feel their presence in many moments and situations to come…
When we say we lost them… it’s true… but in many ways, it isn’t.
I can’t recall how many times I saw their faces, heard their voices…
Saw them laugh, remembered their habits, and remembered memories shared with them…
I lost what they’ve would have been, but I never lost who they were…
Deep in my mind, heart and soul, I will always remember…
That’s probably why, at this moment I get watery eyes, numb fingers and speech impediment…
I could never forget the love, the pride, the teaching, the love, the sacrifices, the thumbs up, the hand shake and their voices…
I have many regrets, but regrets can’t help me or them now. Fuck regrets…
Regrets didn’t help build the bond we had…
I’m blessed with a great memory, so thank god for that because I remember pretty much everything you two said to me ( not as much as I’d like to though…), pretty much every moment shared with me…
I guess I am blessed for all the memories recovered…
Words can’t begin to describe what you meant to me…
I speak for myself, but I know I’m not alone in this…
I guess you are both with us from beyond…?
I don’t know what I should believe, really…
But the sure thing, beyond belief… Beyond anything…
You had and still have… my upmost respect and deepest love.
Rest in peace as we all, those who loved you very much… try to compose with your lost…
remembering who you were, who you still are… at least, for us.
Speaking for myself… once again… From this small planet through the big madness of it all…
I hope you know that I truly love you both…
Missing you very much.

Par: jimmy Marquis
Fait le: 28 Août 2014
Temps d’écriture: approximativement 20-25 minutes

Active Coma

I’m trying to figure out when my mindstate actually got blurry…
Concrete walls at every crossroads of my thought process are facing me…
Still have the presence of mind to know I need to find a way…
But the harder I try, the closest the walls get…
I feel like a projection of myself in a square maze with no exit.
The more it tries to crush me, the more I want out
The more I want out, the more the walls get thicker…
Feels like I’m in the run of my life with no place to go…
Not enough space opportunities to go in full speed…
A lot of energy and potential wasted…
So does time as the clock’s ticker indicates me.
All I seem to do is unhappy smiley faces on the walls…
The only way I get to breathe and express myself in this maze of hell
The only way my mind seems to heal a little is with graffitis on those walls
With caligraphy on this paper as a big metaphoric smiley face.
As I project myself in this tormented life I lead…
My true self, my true identity is dormant…
Dreaming of an antidote that could give me an opportunity to unleash,
To be fufilled as I once felt, a meaningfull and enjoyable complete life.
Call it a concious dream if you will, but the walls keeps me in an active coma.

Jimmy Marquis
27 Août 2014
Durée d’écriture: approximativement 15 minutes.

No Words

There is no way that words can express the full extent of my overwhelmed soul…
That indescriptible feeling you get when you contemplate a lake at night with a clear sky, 
The twinkle of the stars, the moon shining bright and that freshness in the air that you get impowered by as you take each breath…
No words can describe what I really feel facing this amazing spectacle, Nature’s true identity.
The mother to all of us sparkling before my eyes, wanting to be admired.
The mystery of all… The entire timeline of life and beyond…
No words can express how much I get to understand things in those particular moments.
No words can describe How, Why and What I get to comprehand in those particular moments.
No words can be magnified enough to mesure my undivided curiosity towards the big picture of it all.
Letting our soul submerge in space and time is therapeutic.
Yet, I’m always leaving the grand presentation of this life’s theater with wanting more…
I guess that the path towards truth is contemplation…
I understand the need to look for an explanation rationalized with words…
It’s the human engeneered way of thinking…
Thinking of an explanation can obviously only come with words, with language…
Sadly or Gladly…
There is no words that can own up to the endless nature way of Life.

Par: Jimmy Marquis
Fait le 19 Août 2014
Durée d’écriture: 17 minutes.

All Demons

All Demons

All demons, resides in one’s self
Some make people self destruct,
with all the reasons they can forge unto an excuse,
Some make people create an habit to destruct others
Cryin’ for help in their miseries, selfish goals and making an effort to below people…
Some make people elevate to artistry,
composing with pain a self projection with paint, words, laughter or figure of speech…
Anything good or bad, came from within one person and his need to export it on to others
People don’t seem to want to deal with themselves
They push it out into the world and make it everybody else’s responsibility in their mind
Asking for help is courage and acknowledgement
Pushing out things to others just because…  Isn’t right.
All demons want is for you to push it out…
All demons are weaker than how you might feel at your lowest point,
As long as you acknowledge it and willingly fight them…
By yourself or with help. Either way it’s a win.
All demons reside in us because we let them.
If God is within us, because we let “him” in, how would you expect is enemy to show up?
Have you met “God” ? If you were looking for him in an establishment, you probably found Dogma, his ugly little cousin.
Tell me, why are we so impressed by the demons work within ourselves that we can’t seem to locate “God” glaring at us just next to him?
Isn’t “God” the best of us, as a whole, as a being?
Isn’t it our inner, deepest self?
“God is Dead” – Nietsche  Only if we rely on that exact idea
Which would make us lost forever.
Not sayin’ that “God” is alive. Just Wondering if you are…
If you want to be!? I know I do!
With all that said, why do I know we have demons…
Because I put myself in that same reality as you all, my friends.
I guess my inner self let’s I ignore “God” sometimes…
On purpose to drink one up with the demons…
Helps with words, laughter and figure of speeches…
Isn’t it funny?

Jimmy Marquis
19 Aout 2014
Durée d’écriture: 18 minutes.