Every journey
carries
its own arrival
folded inside
what it first
let go.
A stone kept
the other pocket.
The skip
noticed neither.
A bridge
pretends
to be its arch.
The span,
hung in chains,
remembers.
The ladder
offers
one rung
to tomorrow,
one
to yesterday.
Both feet
know.
The escape hatch
grows lighter
without opening.
The room
learns
its counterweight.
The kite
believes
the string
is holding it.
The string
believes
the wind.
Neither
touches the sky.
The grandfather clock
unwinds
its weight
until
the floor
begins to listen.
One day
the other pocket
forgot
its stone.
The hand
didn't.
I have played the coward and the brave,
both the strong and the weak.
A man must be a man, and forget nothing,
keeping close to him
those times of disgrace and honor,
drink both the gall and the nectar
of a far too tell-tale life.
I review, and examine myself
without any escape-hatch excuses.
Clap my hands together loudly
praising this searchlight mind,
that is a ray of infinite power
directed from
the very heart of love.
Are we not all things,
the bold and gentle,
we the lamb and lions
interpreting the patois
of all our incoming angels.
strange they are,
yet we know them,
are them.
I have lived for the wild calls,
and the gentling murmurs,
shared my bread,
gorged from the manger.
This helter-skelter life
will be upheld
in that wordless court
where a life is scrolled out
to retell
its make-believe tales,
and the Light will not judge me,
nor I regret.
nested questioned
purchasing the opinion
of learning theology, profession!!
that i may decieve thy goodies
believe my suppper platoon, obligations
if capable of escape hatch plan with ^
find science method of acting, ahh gold please
greatest gratuities and salute
many drunk prostitutions for the husbandry laws
various diplomatic african anglo appointments
satire? still not confident in job mask
next trimester suppresion clinique
Madly
but above madness
I rant against dirty light
as I stumble into obscurity.
There’s no rest for the leery.
No escape hatch in sight.
No rescue from inhuman cacophony.
Solitude exhales dust--
inhales dark vacuum.
The sadists laugh
as I tumble into burning horizons,
awaiting a rendezvous
with a nameless Whatever.
All-seeing eye peers into space,
ether or escape hatch from the chase.
Blue sky peachy-keen hypnotic envelope,
image ridden flight a mind game telescope.
Fantasy abounds where sunshine always reigns,
blissful muses dash through fast lanes.
Fools gold rainbow haven just another wishing well,
signpost to utopia some distant dark art hell.
Angelic cloud silken float zenith,
ornamental star-gazer’s supernatural tenet.
Date posted ; 25th March 2022
He couldn't stand her temper tirades
She ranted and raved about bills left unpaid
A tragic couple they were, a perfect mismatch ~
Their marriage contract containing no escape hatch
Doors unlocked
Opportunity knocks
Doors closed
Fears exposed
I don’t understand how you can put them down
You have never met them, the new people in town
Old hag said, “I do not have to explain any justification…
for my obviously brilliant floccinaucinihilipilification.”
I rolled my eyes which traveled to FAUX NEWS on the wall.
They were steamrolling libbuckers, showing how they all fall.
So this is what she watches, this channel for the brainless.
I am getting the picture now, and it is kind of painless.
TV is now generalizing Dezicroms, making fun of each and all.
She can easily generalize every group taking her lead from TV on her wall.
I saw an escape hatch, so I pulled it and ran out of the mall.
Spiral carved spheres on long green stems
brimming with redness
Fiery egos afloat in spring air
Layered petal enclosures, soft cups,
paper thin,
Leaves tapered upward in brisk solidarity
Beneath the sun, unapologetic and fierce
Rebel flowers, masters of attention
Bulbs cradled in mottled ground
To set the spring in motion,
when sight is subdued by a stage of blooms
escape hatch from burdens worldly
from whatever drags us into bleakness
Unblemished red tulips, clumped together,
a shrine
the ruddiness of momentary
that moves your soul
when you are silent
One last street light glows
Where faith was lost and gone
It wasn't so long ago
You found yourself all alone
I know, I know...
Been down so long
Drop the burden , let it go
Find yourself another road
I was told
Always an escape hatch home
Reach out and touch the day
Time to live another way
If it ain't what it seems to be
Find a way, plant the seed
I know , I know...
Been down so long
Drop the burden , let it go
Find yourself another road
I was told
Always an escape hatch home
Sometimes
No reason or ryme
Sometimes
It's a prison
A prison in your mind.....
J.Bovee copyright-2018
I don't believe in Jesus...
Life is what it is...
God didn't write the bible;
wise words but not his...
You say you're going to heaven...
I am truly happy for you...
I hope doctors find the soul
amid all the grey tissue...
I wish I could believe that life will be all right...
I wish I could believe that without darkness there's no light...
I see the happy people singing in the pews...
Glorious, righteous, Sunday afternoons...
Fellowship and dinners and discussions with the youth...
My guilt pulses with regret like an impacted tooth...
So we can't be friends because our Santa's don't match?
I keep searching for life's escape, but there is no escape hatch...
WINTER CRASH
escape hatch open —
slipping and sliding away
from semi’s drunk punch
2/9/2018
Everyone has an excuse for what they can't do.
Don't be like the others looking for an escape hatch.
If you have a dream, you have a reason to believe.
Dark roads are ahead so you can’t
Look to dodge the trials up ahead.
Don't Stop now your almost there,
Don't quit now your time is almost here.
Push forth with what you have left
Then refuel and go for the rest.
If you have dream chase it,
If you need help go get it,
But whatever you choose don't waste it.
Life is short and before you know it,
You'll be looking back wishing
That you took more chances.
Take the chance and don't waste it.
Don't Stop now you’re almost there,
Don't quit now your time is almost here.
Push forth with what you have left
Then refuel and go for the rest.
The everyman’s watering hole
A refuge-cold or balmy, what’s the difference?
Leaves change, politicians run, and politicians lose
Styles, erratic like the wind
Friendly faces amongst the crowd
Turnstile movement except for the old guy at the end
Yea, he and Methuselah go way back
A stalwart-no matter the circumstance
Drink for joy….drink to hide misery, it’s all the same
Paid on the proverbial tab of the Universal Escape Hatch
It’s all a house of mirrors about to go up in smoke right?
Run from those who say differently
Opinions-strong like the gin
Voices grow louder with each guzzle
Tuning in and letting out…
Peeling paint and creaky hinge
Cheapest beer this side of town
Darts whizzing by
Called corner pocket
Dimly lit and dingy to boot
Neon flickers as tired hands clean
Closing time, one more round
Just another Friday in a hometown dive in anywhere U.S.A.
Christmas, me in my red wagon
Slogging in tears, later you forget
Am I a full person?
Blown black pepper stings your eyes
You strike me, the ambivalence aches
Covered mouth laugh-sharing from now on
Reattached you escape childish dreams
I offer to banish parts of me
Warriors on the horizon, plump and ascending
You appear similar, soul less, smaller
I scurry, looking for your parts
I miss them
At your escape hatch I make room
I hide in your obscurity
Broken in all endeavors
Waiting in luxurious swamps
Emeshment preventing loneliness
I wanted to hurt you too
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