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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Words The ship Words come to me like spring. They set free, they shed the shroud, open with all their glory, beauty and sing. They stand tall, they ring out loud, from a life that blossoms with life’s renewal, with its continuation and the energy it will fuel, taking all living things, from their creation to exotic places, the place of their final destination and that of their destiny. And destiny for you and me. Words are my stairway towards the breasts of heaven, its waiting arms and its protective nests, where there is nothing that harms - as one snuggles in its enfolding arms - one on his journey down long winding roads he has to travel with such heavy loads. Words are the steps I have climbed, they take me on adventures – and many, they have been – to see me through the doors, ( doors of perception ) of my mind, those places, where it is, I spend most of my time. These pathways I have chosen to embark upon, seem to linger on, and on, and on through to the subconscious that doth confirm, to consciousness, the light and I do learn from the words, the life, the thought flowing like meandering streams, into raging rivers, rivers into seas, into oceans and ought to take flight, light up the livers of life on their voyage towards heaven above where all might be pure love for a soul and for that soul to know what is unknowable to conscious man, what doesn’t show, of what is not known to life, in its everyday living. Words, for me, are knowledge, are for wisdom, for giving to all of whom want to know for all those who want to grow. B. J. “A” 2 March 21st 2002 Melanie, Dear Melanie !!! My heart, Melanie, is aching. My heart, Melanie, is braking from the attitudes that never seems to cease. They just seem – to me that is – to ever increase, taking you ever deeper and deeper into ?, and further away from who you are – what I feel and what I pray, is not where you are at and what you are heading for. It seems that there are few days left ?, before you are out the door. B. J. “A” 2 March 21st 2002 Troubled Times My hours tremble, they shake in their passing. The minutes I live, are pressing, they are oppressing, for the thunder that rages, that is your presence, I have no safe haven, no shelter, I have no defence. To become completely silent ?, never to sing out, to ring the bell that tolls of your life, turned about expressed with anger, in the hostile words you shout at me, words that let me see into, know something is amiss in our little world, that once tasted the sweetness of bliss, but now, has been destroyed, taken away !, by what ?, by whom ?, who has lead you astray. B. J. “A” 2 March 21st 2002 Loss I have felt, for some time, and do feel the light within you flicker, yet does not quite burn bright for long, but one day, may just take flight on your butter fly wings, not dried or out of sight and carry you passed all in life – BAD – you tried, in darkest of night.. B. J. “A” 2 March 21st 2002 Touch I have reached out !, I have tried to touch you Melanie !, but have found, not but vapour, mist in my hands, passing air, on the run, to an uncharted, unknown sea, to far off, barren, dusty, desert lands. I offer you, - my Daughter, my Child, - my time, my ear. I would like to know, to understand, to listen, I want to hear, but silence is all that comes to me, upon the turbulent wind, on the run, in the air, stilled by this horrendous sin. B. J. “A ” 2 March 21st 2002 The Fall Melanie, !!!, your fall, I find hard to conceive. It is a picture, a movie that I do not want to believe, yet it is all around me, but if I would perceive. B. J. “A ” 2 March 21st 2002 A black hole My life is caught up in this vortex called living. This whirl pool, called life, sucks me in, spins me round and around, giving nothing, just drawing me ever downward, in, into this it’s empty black hole, pierced by it’s swards, laying my heart wide open, bleeding on my thoughts, my words. B. J. “A ” 2 March 21st 2002 Veiled sight My eyes flow, they swell with red rivers, in vain as painful waves of tears, tears full of fears fill my head as the pain, from within, fills the caves, the hollows, the shelters in my mind, never put to bed B. J. “A ” 2 March 21st 2002 Much to much time !!! It seemed that I had too much time on my hands to reflect, Too much time on my hands to project to much time on my hands to infect my days, my nights with what I did suspect, and now the years have slipped by like lightening, and all that once was frightening has, with the passing of time, become clear as time has shown, elevating all that I did fear. B. J. “A ” 2 October 12th 2013
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