Tarnished, cracked, and parched without your love.
Oh, why hast thou forsaken my devotion?
Your impulsivity led to my demise, accumulating dust among disused collections.
IMPULSIVITY spasmodic spurtive sudden spontaneous surprise
Have our Inner Children
outgrown our hustling hearts,
have they become quiet
rather than curious about love,
do you remember the first time
your Inner Child screamed
at the world justly,
can you recall the original giggle
that gifted happines's riddle,
I want your Inner Child
to climb the trees of my eyes,
to draw enigmatic pictures
about how my heart beats for you,
I want your Inner Child
to trust the tone of my voice,
to feel safe in the storm
as long as I'm there to care,
I want our Inner Children to remind us
why love listens to laughter
and why creativity plays
freely in their impulsivity,
I want you to teach
my Inner Child how to reach
into adulthood's padamonium
and reveal the secret of eternal joy...
J.A.B. 2023
I am a sinner
I do not do the right things
I think wrong thoughts
Still Jesus forgives me and loves me as His
I am horrible sometimes
My sarcasm hurts people
I do not stop myself
Impulsivity makes me evil
Still Jesus forgives me and loves me as His
I am trying to do better
I try to bite my tongue
Before mean things come out
I try to squelch my pen
Sometimes I hide my writings
And try to be more angelic
Because Jesus loves me as His
My impulsivity gives me a lesson
For a long time the words in me have been quiet
they embrace me on all sides, I do not hear
While the ghosts dance gracefully in the shadows
// I'm not without sin
_ feel my cold skin
Oh, the fear breaks in //
A tone in the devil's treacherous symphony
So beautiful that I dared to open up to him
His split tongue and poisonous liar
This shady evening, that led me into the depths
// I'm not without sin
_ feel my cold skin
Oh, so deep within //
I do not think the water can be turned into wine
It's simplest, is often the most sensible
I pray that the fall height will not be so painful
Forgive me, I have lived in sin and without meaning
// I'm not without sin
_ feel my cold skin
Oh, where have you been //
Daylight comes, the blood pulsates in the veins
In frustration and ruthless pain
I have to deal with my previous choices
and hope that miracles seek my salvation
// I'm not without sin
_ feel my warm skin
Oh, what a beautiful day //
01/09/2020
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rejuvenation at the utmost flavor
flying toward my future assignment
angels try to stop me
they do not recognize my impulsivity
until I get closer
wings appear and that aura
mine is pink this time
I had been hoping for orange
the gates slam shut
not so fast my guardian hollers
he has to cut the silver cord
my life review is terrific
so many wonderful moments
my alzheimers had slammed them shut
and locked them away
but here I am again
refreshed and ready to begin anew
I am magical, I said. I can control her.
You cannot!
Yes, I can, and I do.
You do not!
My eight-year-old twin is angry now, with a mean face.
I do not back down. Want to see?
How?
What do you want me to make her do?
Make her come down those stairs.
During Jeopardy?
I am backing up now.
Our mother loves Jeopardy, it is the only TV show she believes in.
I cannot control her during Jeopardy.
I wrack my brain
and it quickly comes up with a plan.
I smack her favorite blue glass vase off the top of the TV set.
There is a loud cracking sound.
My sister’s face turns into a horror movie.
She runs off, screaming “MAWWWWWWMMMMMMMM!”
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
See? I think stupidly.
I am magical!
Impulsivity is my middle name.
What if what was priceless
named its price
If impulsivity stoped to
listened to advice
And what once was was twice.
What if what was at hand
needed a hand?
What was to be couldn't be
If two legs couldn't stand
And all of the earth was a
single grain of sand
What is the ocean without land
?
A star without the sky
a question noone understands
And an answer that didn't know
why
If I was not me
A group had no we
An argument couldn't disagree
And an eye couldn't see
If a story wasn't told
A diamond never sold
origami cant fold
And a child didn't get old
A cry was never heard
A wound never cured
A cross noone could bare
And honesty was unfair.
A microscope that can't focus
A house that's homeless
A marriage that's loveless
A prisoner that's hopeless
Like a eagle that never soared
Feet that never felt the floor
Life can be a bore
When you have touched every
knob and never opened any
door
I guess sometimes wisdom
don't always make sense
Like a treasure that doesn't
have two cents
Not every home has a picket
fence
And many people places and
things feel useless
Useless !!!
Thoughts roll out
like marbles on glass
each one seperate
but distinctly familiar
Emotional tidal waves
swaying, rolling, pervading
but dissappearing through self reflection
growth and maturity presently
taking me to a higher level
like if I were KRS-1
a microphone legend
for I have demons forever teaching lessons
locked in my basement
never to be shown
I wear no emporer's clothes
My attention dissaptes naturally
simultaneously traveling among
various identities
Impulsivity collides with integrity
I recognize my humanity, morality, iniquity
and the limitary of my traveling road show
that ever grows
but does not define me
I thought I knew you so well
I thought I could identify
With your manic ramblings
Your depressive couplets
Meant to express the beauty of your inner mind
Through ups and downs
Highs and lows
Mood swings
Instabiity
Binges
Impulsivity
Unstable persona
I thought I knew you so well
I thought I could identify
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