The Sometimes Daily Journal

The Writings of J. R. Stemple

Category: Poetry

A Line from Another

“All my life my heart has sought

A thing I cannot name”

—Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem

As seen in Hunter S. Thompson’s “Hell’s Angels,” page 269

My Poet Odyssey

Last night, the cold winds blew into the car, the clear starry skies rained light down hard.

Curse the transition of the sun, the placement of the moon in the sky, curse your reflection in the review mirror—lies.

Cling to cries of desperate forests where the trees stick in stuck and muck of their own deluded doing;

The Doldrums of yesterday flock to the backseat with a faceless familiar letting joy take the wheel for a day or two,

My Love of the past scolded me in my dream telling me to end this Tirade; I woke in the wake of morning fretting, and afraid.

I am going on a road to nowhere. To chase the aspect of something, to run from the notion of nothing.

I am going on a road to nowhere. Where the sweet release of nothing seems to be the gateway to something.

I am going on a road to nowhere. Where solemn something claws at the back of the brain and causes hallucinations of perception and pain—

And the road trails on; tumbleweed dreams roll through flat empty plains in dreary states alongside the unending pavement.

I shall writhe in the abscess of life, condoning the horrors committed in my name, droning on to closed ears rife with darkness incarnate,

A ripe sickness flows through those that hit the pavement—keeping tired but wired minds up in the small hours of the night;

Fallen, drunken hope; the spool wound just too tight, where discordant black sticks stay still like scorned loves of yesterday…

Ejected outside a lamplight cave, floating feeling dissociated and depraved—follow your heart in streetlight glory!

So, I sat upon the sparkling dew, overlooking a rippled plate of water, hoping to see the duvet of stars roll through my empty eyes, full of desire.

So, I rode the road to nowhere! With nowhere in mind, with nowhere of any kind! Following mine until the end.

An Open Letter

Dear Kindred Spirit,


Fear: a driving force in life. Fight or flight—despite your might—may come to you in fits of desperation. There will always be fear coursing through your brains like blood in your veins. Don’t let yourself become the fear. Seek to understand it. After all, fear is natural, bravery is a choice. Make yours before it’s too late.


-J. R. Stemple

July 29th, 2017


 One last goodbye my dear, my sweet, my dime. One last goodbye before I see you for the last time.

I tried so hard to hold onto that which had no grip. We knew the outcome before the show began.

I remember nights laid under blankets of stars where I fell in love with you with talks of a happy future we would pursue.

And then I gave it all away

Those sullen nights spent sour were my own doing. Let myself become the Fear.

I’ll always love you, my missing puzzle piece; till the next feast, still I find my own way.

The ebb and flow comes and goes. The river flows. To ignore suffering is suffering in itself, I know.

I’m fine, I won’t be a mess, I just need some time to decompress.

So, One final goodbye, my dear. Our faces slime with sweat, snot, and tears in heat while our lips meet for the final time. One final


Forest of the Misty Minds


Rain drops fell down his skin

As he entered the rainy forest from within

The forest grows with time and see

And in the midst is the Main Brain Tree

It colors the forest a decent bright green

And covers everything that he’s seen

One morning he approached the green dwell

In weathered rain he felt unwell, sought dispel

The rain fell down his skin

He sought the tree for a dry inn

For a moment’s notice, there was no downpour

A deep meditation brought calm to his core

However, the rain continued outside the tree

He still heard it to a certain degree

It rang in his ears

For a red presence drew near


A house deeper in the forest interrupted his meditation

Creating within him a burning sensation

Furrowed brows and curious hearts

Drew him to where this story starts

He wandered over to the house

Away from the tree, rain espouse

A faceless devil ejected from the door

Familiarity drew him closer all the more

The faceless devil invited him in

“Come in,” he said, “come in”

Inside a fire raged too hot

He sensed Fear more than not

“Sit,” said the faceless devil, motioning to a lone table

He obliged

In front of him the faceless devil set a burnt stew

“Eat up,” said the faceless devil, “eat up before it grows cold”

He obliged

“This tastes burnt,” he said

The faceless devil smiled

“I know”


He Gags a bit on his own mistake

Alone in the room, company forsake

Lunged for an exit, but the door was gone

The trouble on him it did dawn

A dirty spirit sprouted from the ground

Fighting against the encompassing fire red

It offered a safe way against the blank space

He took the deal, with spit it sealed

thoughts lifted to imaginary places

stories took place in seconds

Forgotten as they come

He entered a maze

made for strange days in strange ways

The walls of the prison gave way to new ones of the mind


Wading through the mist

sailing through gloomy waters

he hears a hiss

but not a movement, not a flinch

Casts aside his doubt for better ignorance

better to feel nothing than anything more

no anger or hate

no sadness or weight

no need to mediate

He revels in this lack

and then he sleeps


I awaken in a dream


Have you seen the day?

It’s brighter than you think

There’s nothing you can say

There’s no secret, no power

It’s not easy

No guarantee

Life is work, but you’ll be free


You turn to run

In the maze; degenerate ways

Life isn’t over and done

Always searching for the light

The fire rages inside

Eyes heavy with blindness

Open them wide


I’ll show you the way

Through your false introspection

The brightness of day

The calmness of night

All you have to do

To get a new view

Is break on through



The walls crumble

In heaps and jumble

The sullen rain goes on around

He sees it fall in present eyes

He stands his gentle ground

With the spool of his soul unwound


The more I learn, the less I know!

He sings in happy glee

As he gallops in the rain

around the Main Brain Tree


The devil appears from space

A crescent cradle across his face

Confident as before, devil offers his hand

He slaps it away, not apart of this plan


Devil retreats into the forest

To remain a stray thought

He comes in waves

Forgotten he’s not


Calm at the center

Rest at the core

Though bad thoughts may enter

Acknowledged and more

He looked within

And found his strength

Forgave his sin

His mistakes he thanks

His hate, his doubt

Fade and fell

Mindfulness throughout

At the green dwell