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The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
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We dance across the heavens, like shining stars,
to the never ending beat of our universes heart.
Its song, time – sometimes – becomes dull, grey,
aches of sentiment, in the throes of lofty sentimentality
that becomes red dew, flowering over the cornea, of a rose
releasing its sweet fragrance, ever so slightly, lightly
down the sides of its imaginary nose.
Sentiment, envy, desire, so anther life goes.
B. J. “A” 2
April 18th 2003
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I stand on the edges of a desire,
a desire to be all that, – in this life –
I have never been, – in all likelihood –
could never be, for it is not in me.
Yet, in me, it is, as I read biographies,
autobiographies, ancient histories,
I see the dream – illusive as it seems.
Heavy sheets of liquid crystal hang,
fall before these old brown eyes.
Only, the telling comes in ripples
that dot the landscape of reflections
painted upon the cold black surface,
of a pavement that lays before me.
A sad portrait is painted every day,
it comes in the reflections, of those reflections.
Life has flown me through valleys richly
carpeted in jewels, emerald green and serine.
Life has dragged me over rough, ancient mountains,
dropped me over sharp edged, rugged cliffs.
Life has hauled me across screaming creeks,
down raging rivers without a paddle.
Life has thrown me into the fires of hell,
upon plumes of smoke, sent into the ether.
Life has guided me into heavenly spaces
where one will find beautiful places.
Life has shipped me into the shadow less abysses
of blackness where light of night stars hang
in the endless skies where one opens eyes
B. J. “A” 2
April 19th 2003
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Life lived – looking back –seems to have been as poverty laden
as the life that lays before these tired old feet – its faden
with inactivity, motiveless, motionlessness passages of time.
The richness in both – lost to another time and state of mind.
And who really may care ?, about the poverty in both.
And who really may care ?, about the richness of both.
And who really may care ?, about the memories of both.
And who really may care ?, about the life or death of both.
With Easter at hand.
It seems the hand is the only one who cares.
Assumed death ?, assumed resurrection ?
B. J. “A ” 2
April 20th 2003
When we are born into this world we never think that our dreams can be shattered and
torn apart
We never think that any one of our hopes can be crushed because we hold them so dear in
our hearts
We go on thinking that we can achieve anything that pops up in our little head
Then we grown up into the bitter reality of instead of our dreams being something that
we can look forward to its now become something we dread
As a child we would have never be able to fathom that our lives could end up so messed
up the way they did
We set out goals high and searched for those stars not knowing that they were out of
reach because we were kids
Now as we sit here all grown we know better then to reach for the stars and have our
expectations never met
We learned that the future is something that we can look forward to but also just anther
thing that we will soon regret
Where can the line be drawn when its comes down to our dreams being shattered by someone
else’s tongue
Where can be go when we only see failure and the emptiness from staring at this loaded
gun
I used to say that we could live our lives in a search to always find the next thing
But in the end of that search there’s nothing better to do then to start over and begin
As a child I thought that when I grew up that I would have all my dreams come true
Too bad we could keep that mind set of always believing even though were bound by all
that we cant do
I look to my dreams that I Had set and I see how they crumbled in my hand
I see how I risked them all for just a messily touch from a man
I wish I could have seen things as someone would through a Childs eyes
Where there’s no mistakes and people tell you the truth instead of feeding you lies
I guess growing up in this hell filled world is what makes you learn about the wrong
turns your life takes
It all depends on what we do from there and how keep rebuilding when our body sometimes
breaks
One thing that I learned and that I will never forget even when I am far gone and
there’s only my words to pass on
That life is something that we cant take for granted and that even though I thought I
was so right I now see through my blindness that I was wrong
Form:
Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother's favourite,
Daylilies, in a rainbow of colors, Delphinium and Daffodils also, so dramatic.
Evening Primrose along the fence will create quite a stir, and on the porch
False Watercress spilling out of a container, and then old dependable,
Geraniums and Glory In The Snow, I love my dreamy dream of spring flowers.
Hyacinths, scented jewels of color sparkle in my garden, along with
Iris Reticulata, an early spring treasure, it will be a wonderful place.
Jacob's Ladder, with blue-purple blooms, mingle with Johnny-Jump-Ups.
Kalmia Latifolia, pure white blooms, related to the laurel family.
Lily-of-the Valley, so sweet and fragrant, how could I forget you and,
Meadow Rue, a lavender wave in the wind, and anther old dependable,
Nasturium, a gardeners dream and it is also edible. Oh my list is long!
Oriental Poppy, was there ever a more heavenly gift from God, except maybe
Pasque Flower, unfolding from beneath the snow, and those Pansies and Petunias!
Queen Anne's Lace, so pretty is her lacework, did you know ishe is a wild carrot?
Rosemary, with a scented pretty flower, like dew in the morning is a must, as is
Sage, that billowy haze of lavender, pushing away the rainbow Snapdragons.
Thrift, delightful vintage touch to my rock garden in the shade, sweet the tulips too.
Umbrella Magnolia growing in the garden corner, with creamy white blooms, and
Vinca Periwinkle with lovely blue flowers, friends to Violet and Viola.
Wall Flowers, who love the sun, drooping with snow cap jewels, oh over there
Xenia's blooming in marine colors, so unique. And here a childhood love,
Yellow Anemone, aka Buttercup, who does not love Buttercup?
Zinnia, friend of Sunflower, elegant and colorful, nods. Must this dream end!
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April 13, 2016
Poetry/Abecedarian/In My "Dreamy" Spring Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 16-777-564-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
All I want is for you to come and see me so that we can carve out our final destiny, the moment keeps drifting by and the shadows are moving swiftly in the benevolent sky; my heart is pounding and my spirit is travailing in the deep while whispers of hope dances silently in the breeze and the light inside me burst out in a ball of flame and the world stood silent around me.
I could feel the shadows of the night pressing me into the wall and poking me in my gut. It stretched me beyond my limit and there is nothing that could do but bear the night’s punishment and slowly raise the alarm. I cling to my inner soul and watch the shadows fades into the fleeting night while courage stood boldly by my side.
All I want is for you to come so that we can have fun, we will cook on coal fire by the stream and share our heartfelt dream and watch the children play while the heavens steal your heart away.
It is the unspoken words that I cannot hear and your silence that cause my sprit to fear. It is the words that I have never spoken and the passion that I have never shared that eats me up inside and the wisdom that is tied up in your shoe lace has caused my heart to break. I can see deception dripping from your lips and the rulers dragging you down in the pit but mercy keeps holding your hands.
I can hear the water running in the stream and the reindeer standing in the bush with its anther erected in the air sending a symbolic message. It looked from side to side with frightened bulging eyes speaking to you from a distance while mercy sings a pleasant song.
I don’t know where else to turn, the universe is going to burn and I have to stand up strong to push back the deceitful hands. I felt something resting on top of my head but I could not tell where it originates from, I could not hear anything around me except for human voices that keep fading, and I suddenly enter another world filled with well-dressed people celebrating their destiny.
All I want is for you to come and see me so that we can go over the final plans to complete the circle and march with the crowd all over the land.
Perche' di notte non riesco a dormire;
ah, potro' mai sognare un mare scintillante
e stringerti in queste braccia cosi' calde
e non cercare piu' quella luna di neve?
Why at night am I unable to sleep;
ah, could I ever dream of the glittering deep
and hold you in these warm arms and not
look for that snowy moon so unbright?
Perche' di notte non ti sveglio, non ti accarezzo
dolcemente e farti diventare il mio cucciolo?
Mi negherai tutti i baci deliziosi, tutti i respiri dell'anima,
e non tremerai nemmeno al tocco delle mie dita?
Why don't I want to wake you up
caress you gently and be my pup?
Will you deny me all the delicious kisses, all the sighs,
of your soul, and not tremble at the touch my fingers?
No, primavera mia, fammi ancora sorridere
e credere che nulla e' cambiato nei nostri pensieri;
che tutto ci ricorda dei momenti piu' intimi:
basta solo che tu mi guardassi piu' teneramente!
No, my spring, make me smile again
and believe that nothing has changed in our thoughts...
that all reminds us of intimate moments;
it wouid be enouh that you looked at me more tenderly!
Perche' di notte le ombre crescenti e mistiche mi fanno
sentire brividi sulla pelle se fosse pieno inverno?
Perche' di notte sfuggo and un' altro magico incatesimo
che mi puio' fare tuo per altre notti senza vento?
Why at night the increasing and mystic shadows
make me feel chills like it's midwinter in hell?
Why at night do I escape anther magic spell
that can make me yours for other windless nights?
Perche' sono rimasto agli estremi confini dell'ignoto,
di una solitidine immensa che non offre un comforto cosi' disperato?
Perche io sembro di vagare verso una meta senza sentire paura?
Perche di notte la stessa strada semba piu' lunga e piu' oscura?
Why have I remained at the extreme boundaries of the unknown,
of an immense solitude that refuses to offer a comfort so forlorn?
Why I seem to wander towards a destinaton without having fear?
Why at night the same path seems much longer and much darker?
There is this part of me that is moving on, the part of me that you cannot see, is pushing me, and is trotting in the deep. It is always at work in wee hours of the morning and just before dawn when my mind is submerged in the deep and my spirit begins to work with ease.
The strength of a lion is cast upon me and the courage of the sea bears the weight for me. I could tell from the appearance of the day that good things were about to come my way.
There is a part of me that is moving, and I just cannot find a good place on which to stand, I am bursting with energy and you cannot contain me. so, you can catch me at the next station when the weather is fine, your mind is clear and you have much to share.
I will be standing on that rock waiting for the ship to dock. It will arrive at noon so be prepared for the afternoon. The ring is in the dish but she doesn’t know how to fish; she stood on the rock all day with her line hooked on a bait and her heart set on an important date.
There is this part of me that is moving and I have to clear the clutter from around me; empty the garbage in the bin and go do some feng Shui at the gym.
Remove the kitchen table and place it next the door. Remove the anchor girl from the side, and place her next to the shore where she can do the dive, she will prostrate with a slide on her belly and with the anther in her head she can head the ball straight through the bed, it is a low and unpredictable dive.
You have got to keep moving, life is so deceiving, you have got one chance here but none over there; take what you can get and conceal it in your socks and destiny will place more luck underneath your frock.
When you reach center stage put the ball in third gear, roll it around in a circle. Get it into fourth and fifth gear, turn your back to the goal post and look at your opponent’s goal then make a right turn and use your left foot to roll the ball in the back of the net. Get ready for the next phase.
"WHITE LILY"
When the first
snow-white lily
sprouted from drops of milk
spilled from Hera’s breast
and on her lap sweet Hurcules
rested, baby feather fingers touching
she smiled a surrogate mother’s
fantasy, to make time stop still
reached her hands to
touch the Heavens
creating something of her own
this not from her body torn
her very own Celestial Galaxy
the Milky Way was born
White Lily
lilium
leirion
lilium
leirion
golden ochre anther
Venus rose from
sea of foam
envious with eyes of green
marred it’s beauty
with male pistil
ardent jealousy
White Lily
I am the Rose of Sharon,
Lily of the Valley
Sings the Song of Solomon
Flowers of the Field
White Lily
Springtime Nazareth
blessed Time of Flowers
Our Lady and Our Lord’s
Holy Annunciation
Gabriel fresh from Heaven’s Gate
white petals at his feet
Shining Light Illuminates
Announcement Incarnate
White Lily
Black Night of the Soul
Garden of Gethsemane
not hiding from His enemies
He looks upon their
clean beauty as He prays,
speaking secrets to their stamens
He smiles at their response
3 petals each flower displays.
White Lily
Sacred blood spilt on soil
The water from His side
drink His tears filled with blood
His white robed
Apostles of Hope turn to HIS Light
now they're sanctified
blooming from His Spirit
death denied eternally
WHITE LILIES
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JIDoEC2pUU
1 John 5 (NIV)
what if i wasnt going to live until tomoorow
would you notice that i am gone?
what if i died suddenly in a car accident
would your grievence period be long?
what if i were to have your child
would you stay for me or for the baby?
what if i showed up at your door with my heart in my hands
would you love me or just think i was crazy?
what if i just walked away
and left this world in the blink of an eye?
would someone say a kind word
or will you all just lie?
what if i try so hard and never make it
past the spot that i am in?
what if all my good deeds
never can out weigh all of my sin?
what if i never stop loving you
and always be there?
how long would it take you to notice
that i really do care?
what if i move on and fall in love
with anther?
would you then tell me your feelings
or would you hide like a stone cold brother?
what if i always loose
and never have a chance to overcome?
what if i never love again
and you were truely the one?
what if you never relize
that you hurt me so?
what if i never get the chance
to ever let you know?
what if i dont remember
the way things used to be?
will i ever really know
the true meaning of me?
what if i keep pushing you away
only to want you more?
what if the game i play suddenly
makes me a whore?
waht if i cant undo
all that i ahve done?
what if i never stop
blaming it all on the chosen one?
Form:
when i breathe in i am taking a breathe for you
i think of you as my reason to live in all that i do
your my rock that i climb on when it gets too hard for me
when i smile i smile because i know that me and you are free
the days go by and i am dieing without you
nothing is what i have if your not there to see me through
when i wake up in the morning your in my heart always
when it comes to me and you i know that there isnt any maybes
when i look at the world i only see distruction
if you werent here with me i know that i would breathe coruption
this is where i was made to be
right in the middle of you and me
there isnt anything that i cant face
when your by myside cause i believe in this place
when your not here i feel as though it will all end
that i have not meaning and that i am never to mend
i will die if i dont have your eyes looking at me
making me come alive and setting me free
when i love i love to die this is how i am
and i wouldnt be able to answer you why
i need the way i feel when you kiss my neck and touch my hand
theres no way i can be with anther man
your the one i see as my everything
this song forever i will sing
to live without the only one that i love
isnt what i know the man wants from above
i love you and if i die tomorrow then i do
at lest i can say that in the end i still love you
Form: