Father Christmas bade me awake early
Cinnamon and sugar toast
What lovely memories
Enthusiasm of Christmases past
Bring forward all who are lost
Way too many people
Loving baby Jesus in his manger
Sixty-eight fabulous years
My blessings are many
Reflections
Reflecting upon – it is a dangerous game for one to play
for it leads to flawed judgements – unreasonable expectations
for expectations are seldom realizes or met by others.
Expectations are difficult to live up to, by others or by ones self.
Images projected, those reflections are often built upon fantasies,
illusions, delusions that distort or blind the perceiver to a reality.
Personal history is just that – personal – and not a measuring stick
by which to quantify, see, judge, to comprehend what is here and now
nor is it the mirror by which to bring forward – into the future.
Judge not but by that which is in the moment – the here and now.
Yesterday is history, it’s past, not the story upon which to create – today.
Today is all we have !, yesterday is gone !, - tomorrow is promised to no one !
B. J. “A” 2
January 12th 2007
I have been the best I could
with you I always stood
In all corners of life,
I took you and looked at you as my wife
I gave you all that I had to offer
I always never left you suffer
For you my heart grew in love and respect
I was moved to believe in love we were perfect
To me you were like light
A light in me that shone so bright
You light my world,you became my hope
You washed my dirty Saul clean,you became my soap
Now everyday I sing this song
Dear where really did I go wrong
Is this the best reward
Is this the best you could bring forward?
So much my heart has bled
A lot of tears I have shed
My heart has now remained hollow
Only filled with a lot of sorrow
I feel deceived
I feel I have been fooled
I feel cheated
I feel I have been despised.
Had I the movements of the inward crane,
That darts in rhythm between the lunar tangle:
My patience would go amiss
For such ascension bound to the solar rays.
And the earthly shores
That utter contempt and fold back the might
Would hear the quiet, sweet inhale
Before they crumble away at the song of the flight.
I will rest myself by the ocean
And know the lulled lapping of water,
That is ever present in my ear;
Comes from the force of two majestic wings spreading breath.
Or the leaves that sway about my feet,
Are the feathers that come blissfully to greet.
Shined energy, vivid, radiant sky
Let your embrace bring forward this light.
For we still stilt as pained as statues
When you are yet to extend your arms
And soar above this stage
Into the ethereal sight.
Plunge deeper now, but keep within
the cost of armor for the win,
climb higher, higher ~ own the sky
the pulse of sentry needing . . . . "why!"
Speak lower, hiding your true cause
your neighbor"s vitals, need applause?
Bring forward all complaints that knaw,
or jeopardize with failing's flaw!
The Nation stands and waits in trial,
all motives grand, relate denial ~
it was the other guy's hem-haw,
that kept us in recession's aisle!!
Bring anger to the course, exile
new government must stay remorse,
if challenges resource our file
it's still your check that we endorse!
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pulsing transit synapse
morse code of open mind
instigator internal
bring forward the glow of heavenly Light
Take the heart into consideration of this plight.
Hear the beauty that is shaped inside so true.
Examine what its design completes so right.
Blind yourself to visions your eyes see too.
Envelop what is not seen but felt by you.
Answer the question of what you seek.
Untie the bonds; bring forward the clue.
Take heed of their sorrows, you know who?
Yes, touch the beauty that rises from the meek.
Wonderful beauty will be found within a heart.
Any outward beauty may be so tortured apart.
Yes, beguile the glance, which is seen from start.