Nothing much in the bar,
This man from yonder,
His alien, adulterated accent
Sets the bar in stitches,
Yet,
He whines for a twenty,
For a stick of smoke,
He egresses for a minute,
In a corner secluded,
He pulls out a pack,
Snatches a cigarette, lights it,
Enters the bar smoking,
I am just peeping with my peepers,
Mouth shut,
Another round of stitches,
He approaches another,
He egresses again.
Obsessions
Madness ?, Walking.
Insanity ?, Talking.
Life has not always been a walk in the park,
more often than not - a long and winding road
through the shadows - not hidden by the dark.
Life has not always been on the straight and narrow path,
but it is a journey that one takes towards a trail
that will lead one towards the end of a long lane,
a lane that egresses the lush green of life's adventures,
away from all that led one into those desolate lands,
of deserts - dry, mountain tops - cold, north and south poles -
earth's ends, outer space - life anew - no more a heavy load.
B.J."A" 2
September 21st 2009
Here I go again
with the midnight rain
late night birds twittering in their nest
I hear the whistle - the night guard blows
rest of the world - I see repose.
Here I go again
with the darkness that prevails
along with the glittering rain drops
caused by the street lights luminances
I feel the ease - the whisper of the breeze
rest of the world - I see in their dreams.
Here I go again
with the aroma of the earth
when the lives beneath egresses to explore their new shelter
I see them fending - the unity they build
rest of the world - I see leisurely.
Here I go again
with the flow of water
that coursed through the pipes to the drain
the wastes in there - blocked the course
I boded the hydra - the flood it borne
rest of the world - I see drouth.
Here I go again
with extreme eagerness
the time of night made me to awaken
I see the hastiness - opposed to the world of boredness
rest of the hours - I felt myself crying with the rain.
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