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New Poetry: Window’s View

Window’s View

The window’s view is never true,
It seems to lie and hide from you
The reason and the truth be told
of what the window really holds.

Foggy visions in the rain
Often cloud our sight in vain.
Often times you can not see
What window’s view offers to me.

And when the snow begins to rise,
the window’s view begins to hide
The sights we once always saw.
Hidden now by icy maws.

And then the windows lose their glaze
As we pass to warmer days.
The sun streaked view we thought we lost
Has returned, but with a cost.

We must remember the view will change
Just as we do with the signs of age.
As hair goes gray and eyes go dry
The window opens as we die.

With the glass removed from our view,
We see there is still much to do.
The lies have all been pushed away,
Yet we know their is not another day.

We yell and scream and pray for more,
Yet it’s the window that is open and not the door.
The veil is lifted and now we can see
The end of days are meant to be.

I once believed what I was shown
Because it seemed the window knows
Everything there is to view,
Even if it is askew.

The outside world seems too bright
Compared to the windows light.

-J.L. Martin-

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Posted by on August 1, 2013 in Blog, Poetry


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6 Reasons I Procrastinate When Writing:

6 Reasons I Procrastinate When Writing:

1) Damn, when did I get so fat!
It’s time to sit down and get some writing down when suddenly my eyes wander over to the mirror leaning against the wall across the room. I see the oval like curve of my torso and realize that RIGHT NOW is when I need to start exercising. But, fear not, while I am out for a run, I am sure to work on some really good ideas to put down as soon as I get back!

2) Okay, time to get to business…but first, a snack!
Okay, runs over and some fresh ideas have floated to the top of my brain meats. Now is totally prime time to get this stuff down on paper, but before I sit down, I need to recharge. Hmm, should I go with the apple and a water or full-blown kitchen explosive snack fest?

3) Well, I can’t just leave this mess here now can I?
The snack fest left quite the mess. It would be much easier if I just go ahead and clean all of this up before I get lost in what I am sure is going to be hours of creative wonderment. Now if only I could find that cleaner…

4) Well, might as well clean up the rest of the kitchen while I’m at it!
I mean, that floor isn’t going to sweep itself, and really…when exactly WAS the last time I gave the linoleum a good scrub. Don’t worry, not only will I be cleaning the home, I will also be cleaning my mind and working out some great plot points for the protagonist. And let me tell you, what I have worked out in my head is AMAZING! I can’t wait to get it on paper!

5) Okay, I am back at my desk…and how the hell did I let it get so unorganized!
Just a few more minutes, that is all I need to ensure that my workspace is a Zen paradise. This will encourage not only a creative flow, but the simplistic arrangement of my pens and pencils will only act as a reminder of how important it is to stay focused on the craft.

6) Alright, I am totally focused and ready to go…what’s that?
The door opens and my son and wife enter the room. They have returned from a day out at the park and Mommy is ready for a little break. No problem at all I say as I look longingly at the blank text page and the ominous blinking cursor. Well at least I have enough time to crank out a quick list…Don’t worry, after everyone is asleep I will totally get this page done!

Really…I will…
J.L. Martin

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Posted by on July 25, 2013 in Blog


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New Poetry: Zirconium Tears

Zirconium Tears

The rain clouds the tears
As the test begins anew.
Sincerity crosses over eyes,
But crossed eyed views
Hold longer still.

Void in the heart
As the pain breaks like
Waves cresting in the night
Ocean. And all I can do
Is watch.

Once again, strength was
Tossed onto another’s shoulder
Only to be bucked off
Leaving you alone
And afraid.

Broken promises kept
Me coming back to this moment
As I watch those crystals form
Under your eyes.
The dark lies.

The numbness that spreads
Has tried to creep into
My own heart, and it nearly
Took root. But I chose to
Hold it back.

I will not be numb
Like you. I will not
Let Zirconium tears fall
From my eyes and run down
My face.

I Trusted You
Echoed through my ears
As you walked away.
Only then did I realize
You never did.

– J.L. Martin –


Posted by on July 23, 2013 in Art, Blog, Poetry


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Weekend Shout-Out!

Hello everyone!

This weeks random shout out goes to a fellow blogger, Belsbror!

This blogger was one of the first to start visiting my own page when I signed up here about a month ago.

They have been very supportive to nearly all of the random posts I have added over the last few weeks and I really do appreciate it!

If you enjoy creative writing and interesting opinions, please visit their blog at:

Starting Monday, I will be attempting to expand my list of “Affiliates”.

I will be looking for like minded souls in the avenues of Creative Writing, Podcasting, and generally spreading odd ideas.

If you are interested in joining my, hopefully soon to be, expanding circle of influence, please let me know. I will put a direct link to your blog on my side bar. The only thing I ask is that you do the same on your own!.

ALSO, A note from my co-host of The Devil’s Advocates:

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That’s it! We’ll get back to you on Facebook regarding which episode we’ll mention (advertise) your product/service on… plus everyone will see your comment on our page. We’ll even check it out, if we like it we’ll post about it too! This is all free, why the hell wouldn’t you do this? What are you, some sort of commie bastard?

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Posted by on July 21, 2013 in Blog, Podcast


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New Poetry: Concerning Lost Faith

Concerning Lost Faith
An Open Letter To Robert Frost

My dearest friend, I must relate to you
This feeling that of utter gloom upon
The pages of your darkened witches brew.
Because of your craft, my faith is now gone.

You see, humanity has passed its course,
And your views on Universal Design
Has left me empty and without remorse;
Is it true that we can not be refined?

Your friend Trilling* once said of your inner
Thoughts, that you…you were a man of terror.
In youth these thoughts I could not decipher.
In age I hold your words to a mirror.

Of paths once taken, never to look back,
You took a hard road, and not one of horn.
It is not the mended walls that I lack!
Many a good neighbors have been born.

I write you now, to ask you this one thing.
To find the truth hidden deep in your head.
Was terror what you were trying to sing?
To put nightmares in those curled in their beds?

If this was the case, with me you had done
What you have aimed to do. Your words of fire
And ice have left me in a world far from
What I would hope for or ever desire.

– J.L. Martin –
(* Lionel Trilling was a critic who called Frost’s works “terrifying” at a birthday celebration of his)

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Posted by on July 18, 2013 in Blog, Poetry


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New Poetry: Hindsight

I stand before you now.
A whole, a part, apart
from those I hold onto,
Separated from dreams,
And from Reality
I Stand alone gripping
My worst fears. An expansion
Before me, and expanse behind.
If only I could have
Vision twenty-twenty
Hind-sight. The blurred image
Of the past reminds me
What I left behind, the
Life mediocrity,
My fear to explore this
Unknown. What if there is
No-one on the other
Side of this endeavor?
What if all I left behind
Is gone for good? Tell me,
Will this forever caste me
As a new being, to
Never be recognized
By ones I used to love.
That they might see my
Success as betrayal.
I feel cold blue eyes,
Color of winter ice
Bore into my vision.
My current footing, held
Fast in what I regret.
What is truth, what is lie?
The fear of truth upon
Falsity is far too
Strong for me to bear on
This journey that I heed.
Darkness ahead makes me
Delay, makes me doubtful
I can actually take that
First step. The icy eyes
They stare at me like stars
Long dead, yet still shining
Their prophetic warnings.
I warn you now, dear friends
Do not stare into them
For too long, you may find
Your path clouded as well.
Thus is my journey not yet
Begun, for fear of what
Lies beyond, what lies ahead.
I have been the first to
Venture farther from the
Safety of the nest I
Call home, yet there is
More for me to explore.
I must steer away from
Those eyes of regret
Those eyes of hindsight and
The veil that they cast
Of wrong turns and choices
Ill made. I take that step.


Posted by on July 16, 2013 in Art, Blog, Poetry


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