Jeff is my DAY ONE and I SWEAR
his pen gets better and better w/time.
FUN FACT: He never intended to write poetry.
He just took a stab at writing inspirational quotes he shared w/others, by putting them on his pg that USED to be interwoven w/photos of himself and his children. He gradually began to expand his writing, to discover he had a gift, and his poetry began from there. It kept growing and growing until he LEFT Instagram for a short minute and people were FRANTIC looking for his work. They were reposting whatever they could find, including photos of him, asking, "WHERE IS J. IRON WORD?" (He was just "J." at first.) Then he returned through the advice of a friend who informed him of his followers request. When he left he was at 10k, but when he came back he made that in less than 2 days and skyrocketed from there. He went from typewriting small pieces he sold on ETSY, to his 1st book and continued to become a phenomenon. I'm so proud of my friend. He's a really sweet guy w/a HUGE heart, who patterns his love after the example of his grandparents.(R.I.P.)- AND, while the MAJORITY of his followers have no idea who the face is behind the words? I DO!! HA.. I'll tell you a secret, but you can't tell him I told you. LEAN IN.. 🤫 (whispering)"He's BUFF. VERY buff." 🏋️♂️ LOL
This piece is ALL me.. but his words speak to a good portion of my soul all of the time anyway.
She leaves kisses for me to seek and find. She is figuring out how all things work.
Poets make the best lovers.
Isn’t this still a concern? The one you had as a young teen? That, one day, you’d be crowned king of of all things precious tender capable and sexy AF?
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
- Mary Oliver (9/10/1935-1/17/2019)
How much your poetry has meant to me over the years
so, i went to delete a couple posts, because i didn’t like how it looked in my feed aaannnddd it resulted in a major glitch and i ended up deleting probably 4 rows of posts 🤦♀️ how i managed to do that i haven’t got a clue. soooo i will be reposting what i have deleted, as i like having all of my poetry in one place, and sharing them with all of you guys! so, they will reappear over the next little while, and if you’re wondering if you’re crazy or if you’ve already read it before, you’ve already read it! thank you guys for your continued support! ❤️❤️
The new year’s as queer as this lagoon is clear! 😆🦄 Amazon’s allowing “Break the Violent Fetters” e-book to be sold for FREE starting midnight until, 1/7!! Hope this book inspires you on your journeys! (Link in bio)
Excerpted from Chapter 11-
“It was through the beauty of nature & clarity of meditation that I came back to believing in a great union of connectedness between all beings. Emptying the egoic self in mindfulness even for a few seconds is the clearest I’ve ever felt. Meditation is like a prayer lit by the Universe sparking your mind into a blissful presence of being aware of consciousness and confounded by simultaneously forgetting that awareness. This is what a light year must feel like coursing 756,000 miles an hour through space. It's like where all the drugs, booze, or dancing is trying to bring us into. We booze the lover into our beds just to spill them out by morning. This is the pulse that the Universe is beating to, as if I’m thrusting my hips to a multidimensional rhythm. The enjoyment of living must be why we are here, or why else would humans keep coming?
For those who understand & live the wonder of our lives, it is our responsibility to shine a light on the paths of those who are still struggling- just as so many have lit our paths before us.
Birth is a beautifully painful event, & we don’t remember it. We are plants bursting through soil. That initial thrust into the earth must have been excruciating, but so deeply satisfying. If suffering was the true nature of life then why does Life continue to perpetuate? It is of profound detriment to all- for one not to tell their story before it is completed. To doubt that you do not have a specific work is a profound detriment to the entire Universe.
Through natural disasters & loss of entire species- Life still abounds in the most unlikely places. Have you ever heard of Earth?” .