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It's a wonder young children still turn out all right
With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night.
Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites,
Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights,
A frog who turns prince with a kiss from a lass,
A girl who goes dancing in slippers of glass,
A cow that gets high and jumps over the moon,
A crockery dish that elopes with a spoon,
A boy who can fly but refuses to grow,
A difficult girl who plants maids in a row,
A magician who wants to trade old lamps for new,
A woman so poor she must live in a shoe,
A waif who sells matches out in the cold,
A king who can touch things and turn them to gold,
A dog, an old woman, a cupboard that's bare,
A girl locked in a tower, a ladder of hair,
A magical wheel that spins gold out of straw,
A guy helps a lion with a thorn in its paw,
A girl wearing red visits grandma who's resting,
Finds a wolf in her nightdress and Granny digesting,
Three kids and a wardrobe, three men share a tub,
A brave tailor kills seven mean flies with a club,
An archer makes merry with men in the woods
While relieving the rich of their money and goods,
Kind huntsman, fair princess, a vain evil queen,
Seven dwarves, and a prince who gets caught in between,
Hateful fairy, a baby, a hundred-year snit
'cause her name's accidentally left off a guest list,
A piper who lures out of town rodent varmints,
An emperor with new but invisible garments,
A farmer's wife butchers three handicapped mice,
A house drops on top of a witch who's not nice,
While another with gingerbread children seduces
Then gets baked by some twins in her own savory juices,
A giant and a beanstalk, a cat who wears boots,
A wolf who's outfoxed by three pigs in cahoots,
A bad little boy who sticks fingers in pies,
And another of wood whose nose grows when he lies.
There are others, of course, far too many to mention,
But I hope these will serve to excite some attention.
With stories like these knocking 'round in their heads,
It's no wonder if kids toss and turn in their beds.
Yet throughout countless ages these stories survive,
Kids listen, and dream them, and still wake up alive,
No worse for having been charmed or affrighted,
Imaginations are stoked, little minds are ignited,
And continue to hold them in dear veneration
As they pass them along to the next generation.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
from that of an old soul, from pure consciousness
to egg and sperm colliding, to embryo, to fetus,
to that of a baby, a child, youth, a teenager,
a young adult, a middle aged man, this old man
who has walked the walk of the living and the dead
with ghostly shadows floating in night time forests
blanketed by sheets of blackness, permeated with flakes,
specks of light from distant planets, long lost stars,
forgotten lives, as the reflective moon, on high,
tries to shed light upon the nightly shadows,
brighten the edges of all the black clouds
that fill all the empty spaces above the tree tops.
Life on the edge – I have been tripping – have gotten up,
have fallen from grace, yet stands up to face adversity,
have been trapped, yet set myself free, been lost
yet have found my way back to myself.
Life on the edge – time reveals all, all the efforts,
all the accomplishments, all the failures, the defeats,
and all the losses become weightless in the light,
of an old man who sits alone, on his own locked up
in the cage of his own design, his own making
as nightmares continue to haunt - to the end of his journey.
Life on the edge – has been sharp, dull, keen without tears,
in spite of all that life, fate, karma, choice have lain upon
the experiences this old soul has suffered, endured, enjoyed
and yet the dreams of this child – before and after he became –
still linger on in the fading embers of his life’s journey
even if they are but ashes blown by cold cruel winds
putting out the raging fires that once lit up the skies
and wormed the heaven and the hearts of a few mortal women.
Life on the edge – of this plane, this dimension, this universe –
can it really be as we see it ?, is it karma ?, is it fate ?, is it design ?
Does history repeat itself ?, does it come back to haunt us ?,
in another time, in another place, in a different space.
Life on the edge – next time around – will be a prayer
to never, ever have to live on the edge again,
to know no more emotional pain, no poverty of heart, soul,
the stupidity and thoughtlessness of those in control,
those in the know, of the nature of this old man
who has shown – specks, flakes of light, light that has
burned so bright, has flickered, has long since taken flight.
B. J. “A” 2
March 10th 2004
You see, you make me wanna write,
You make wanna write words
So sweet and on the other hand
Words wind up so tight
Until it squeeze you when you feel me
Setting my poetic heart soaring free
Like a bird flying in mid air
But I don't care
As long as I can bring these poetic words to your ears
Leaving with happiness or either in tears.
I am like an addict unashamed
And an addict by deed and name
Over poetry deep, deep, deep in my soul
No matter how deep or how old
Or how it sounds in words so dear
Until it just burns of your ears.
Fire flame to touch
No but yet not too much
Just a little at a time
With somewhere in there with you on my mind
Because I am an addict for poetry.
Poetry by any means you see
If by anything else is messed up,
Like the Crack head on the streets
I need to be fed my "drug" that inner beast.
No not beast but pleasure deeply so
Until I feel and really know
It's that thing call poetry I am addicted to
Yes, it's very, very, very true
I love poetry for I am an addict.
And if poetry was a woman she would be my mistress,
My chick on the side I won't miss,
For I am an addict baby a poetry junkie,
Because I need my fix everyday,
And sometimes i a worst way.
My suppliers range many like Langston and Nikki and Maya and even a Butterfly too
Because I am an addict of poetry and this is very true.
Every time I mix the poetic lyrical measures spinning in my brain,
As I write them down like a person whose going fool and going insane,
For I am an addict baby; a poetic, lyrical, words spinning miser, spitting out words so,
Addict of rhymes
Endless i space and in time
No matter what moves me
No matter what grooves me
I am what I am what I am so.
Give me a fix and I'll give you a rhyme
Give a little bit of time
And I'll be spitting out poetry as fast as you can say "BLACK BALL"
I love poetry and I am an addict that's all.
If there was an "Poet's Anonymous" I would be in every meeting every time,
Spinning a rhyme for you in every way I can find.
My name is____________and I am a poetic lyrical of rhyme of a poet
I AM A AN ADDICT----
A POETRY ADDICT!
You want to hear something dramatic
no for real, do you want to hear it
you talk like you are a man but
all you really are is a dog and a liar
you know what confuses me
is that why didn't you be up front about it?
why didn't you tell me instead of hearing it from somebody else?
you talk like you got some sense
but really all you are is a bastard, a coward, a cry baby a fake and also a
pretender.
talking about I'am man , I wear the pants in this house,
Let us play a game
I 'am going to tell you all the things i know
if you respond then that's mean all the things
i'm about to said are lies
now if you don't respond then all
i'm about to said are true ready
Here it goes
What if I told you that I know
you are sleeping with my best friend
While you got another chick on the side
no respond, good
Ok next, what if I told you that I know
that you are doing drugs behind my back
No respond, great
What if I told you that I know that
you are a bisexual ?
No response, excellent
What if i told you that
You don't know squat about me
Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok next step
What if i told you that I know that
our marriage vows meant nothing to you?
What if I told you that I know you only married me
because you want to see what married life is all about
WOW! I was really hoping for an answer
But I guess i'am not going to find one ok
what If I told you that i know you married me
for all the money I 'am making.
What if I told you that i know that
yoou love my best friend more than you love me
What if I told you that i know
When we are making love you call me by her name
what if i told you that i know that
you are calling me names
Oh Gosh I 'am killing you now right?
ok one more question and i 'm done playing the game
what if i told you that i know that you
lie to me just to get in my pants
hold on ! one more
what if i told you that I know that you were married
when you start seeing me?
No respond
No respond
No respond
No respond
No respond
you know what you should be ashemed of yourself.
[Verse-1]
I watched you walk by yesterday, and yes again you turned and looked away
You never give me the time of day, and you're always looking sad and grey
A small piece of lace from your pink dress, is all that's left of you and me
Wish I could take back yesterday, when I went astray and set you free
I wish I could find the words to say, instead of making you look away
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-2]
I know that I still need your love, because my heart is always feeling blue
And I guess I'll never be the same, for playing around and being untrue
You gotta know this isn't what I wanted, cause now I'm always on my knees
But I can see how you like your freedom, of being with him and not with me
But baby a twist of fate's what tore us apart, and placed this look upon my face
Oh! it's still funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
[Verse-3]
All those things that you used to do, is what made me fall in love with you
You gave me your all once upon a time, but like a fool I up and flew
And the things I went and said that day, made you fade and drift away
I never shoulda treated you that way, cause baby I need you here today
The sun keeps hiding behind the clouds, and all I do is sit and cry
And this piece of lace holds my heart at bay, I don't know...maybe it's a sign
[Chorus]
A piece of lace from your pink dress, keeps putting me down won't let me rest
And these cloudy skies are back today, holding my heart and soul at bay
I pray you come and take this lace, and wipe these tears from my face
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
Oh! It's funny how a little piece of lace, makes me yearn for your embrace
They noticed from the time when they were young…from before they all could speak…their father’s way of looking at the world was different…some would say…unique.
Every morning he’d open the front door…look out over the land and to the sky above…then he’d turn around and say… “Today…children…it looks a lot like love.”
Rain and shine, good and bad he believed this is the world as God designed it…
"But she also filled it up with love." He’d say, "And it’s up to us to find it!”
Which is why every day he was on the lookout for the love he constantly spoke of…
and every day, wherever he went, he would call attention to that love.
He’d point out a smile exchanged by strangers…watching anybody share…his children were amazed…how he’d find love anywhere.
He’d show them a mother comforting a crying baby…a family holding hands…and slowly the more love that he’d show them…they more they came to understand.
Once they learned this lesson…once they knew what they were looking for…they began to find love in places where they hadn’t noticed it before.
It showed up at family dinners, good night kisses in their rooms…it showed up in the rain that helped the flowers bloom.
It showed up in people helping other people…in a wave to someone they didn't know.
It showed up anywhere they happened to be…and anywhere they’d go
The more they began to see love in their life and in the world around them
the more they began to understand how love envelopes and surrounds them.
Thanks to their father’s teachings…and those seeds of love he’d sown..
they learned how love makes every little thing in life…glow…with a beauty all its own
Which is why their own children…from before they all could speak…
saw their parent’s way of looking at the world as different…some would say…unique.
When every morning they open their front door…
look out over the land and to the sky above…
then then turn around and say…
“Today…children…it looks a lot like love.”
Heaven sent an innocent baby, a Son
One who would tell the world a story
About love, what true love has done
One who would reveal the way to glory.
Heaven sent us the answer to prayers
In the life who will bless our whole lives
With a peace that will end all our fears
A gentle that reassures of the love He gives.
Heaven sent the way, the truth, the life
Offering lost souls a kingdom of hope
Revealing grace that would end all strife
Making a way for the downhearted to cope.
Heaven sent us the Maker of all creation
Who would come to silence every doubt
With the promise of peace and salvation
The joy that reminds us what life is about.
Heaven sent a song to those who believe
He is the beautiful who is bigger than the sea
He is the light for the heart who might grieve
Without Him, I wouldn’t be the real me.
Heaven sent us the miracle who would save
With His love, there is true joy deep within
Because He arose from a shadowy grave
Filled us with courage by forgiving our sin.
Heaven sent down a still and solid friend
One who would silence all the fear I knew
One who would guide me until the bitter end
One whose love would make my heart brand-new!
Heaven sent us the hope that saves the soul
The gentle love who survives through all the hurt
The Savior whose kindness makes us whole
The Redeemer who brings grace to convert.
Heaven sent the most beautiful mercy I know
The amazing that assures me there is more
There is a wonderful beyond the gentle flow
His blood washed away the sins I once bore.
Heaven sent us the peace that surpasses all understanding
When we believe, within - a light glows and silences all concern
There is no reason to listen to the fear who keeps demanding
For now we belong to One who brings love we could never earn!
Without a doubt, this is love that fulfills every expectation
Without Jesus Christ, there would be no hope of salvation!
Love is the source of reality
That gave birth to all source
Of creation and recreation
A soul to soul connection
Heart to heart feelings.
You truly love a person
Only when you're aware of their flaws
But yet feelings never changed.
The greatest of love is to
Give all of you without expectations
For expectations comes with disappointment.
The best love is the kind that awakens
The soul and makes us reach for more.
A heart once broken
Is always afraid to love again,
For one to truly love without fear
You have to go with your mind and heart
Without your eyes
For love is a thing of the Unknown.
The unknown you can only
Participate with your mind and heart,
For your eyes only beholds
The physical beauty alone.
People with purpose don't love the body
But soul,
Your purpose is love.
For a man dies for what
He loves knowingly or unknowingly.
Love makes a man a baby
And a baby a man.
Love without pain
Is love without gain.
Every time we make
The decision to love someone,
We open ourselves to great suffering,
Because those we most love cause us
Not only great joy but also great pain.
The greatest pain comes from leaving.
If we want to avoid the suffering of leaving,
We will never experience the joy of loving.
Because love goes from nothing
To something and from something
To everything.
Love is not anything but everything
To live by or with, day by day.
Love is a medicine
It illuminates the heart
If TRUE
It heals all traumas
It floods your mind
With positive thoughts for more.
It rewires your brain
To align or resonate only
With uplifting and creative fluids
Love is not just a word
It's the greatest force
In the whole Universe
It connects and unites all
LOVE is inevitable just as death.
It take us on a flight
Invisible to others
To a destination
Where true bliss and harmony is found.
A Christmas Story
He looks at the cards hung over the fire
Suspended in air by the finest of wire
One from his wife, his children and friends
Christmas he loves and he’s sad when it ends
Ceilings are decked with the seasonal trim
The tree is all set, baubled to the brim
Presents are wrapped, all ready to give
It’s that time of year he loves to relive
He sits by the tree and a fire lit ball
The image reflects of the babe in the stall
A donkey is there, the parents look on
Surrounded by shepherds and kings in a throng
He see’s the whole story, slowly unfold
As each in their turn, gives baby a hold
And the great star above shines brightly and new
And the world is at peace for a moment or two
He then see’s the past when his children were young
The house full of laughter and carols were sung
When visitors called for a glass of best sherry
Good cheer was abroad and everyone merry
Now the children have grown and live far away
No more with new toys will he see them play
His wife had passed on, a long time before
Each year that passes, he misses her more
Then the ball on the tree shows him all alone
In the house that was once his family’s home
Rolls a tear from his eye, drips from his chin
Does somebody, somewhere, still think of him?
He leans back in his chair and his eye catches sight
Of the cards he hangs there each Christmas night
Suspended in air by the finest of wire
He looks at the old cards hung over the fire
A knock at the door brings him back to life
He answers and finds it’s the ghost of his wife
“They’re not coming to you, so we’ll go to them”
It’s our turn to travel to Bethlehem”
From my place on the tree, the room I survey
Though he’s still sitting there, he’s on his way
To watch over those he loves above all
But, he’ll never forget what he saw in this ball.
The fence that surrounds our back yard is old and rickety…some of its boards we’ve long ago misplaced…for many years it’s been way past repair and probably should have been replaced.
But even though that old fence is leaning here and there..and in one section there’s a hole…that old fence has a history…it has a past…that old fence has a soul.
It’s the fence that has surrounded our back yard since our children and grandchildren were kids…we haven’t had the heart to replace it…and today…I’m glad we never did.
The young couple who live on the other side of our fence a young couple we’re just getting to know…who were pregnant when they moved next door…had their baby a week ago.
We were in our back yard yesterday…taking a little break…when we heard those distinctive sounds a newborn baby makes.
Joe, the father, was in his back yard holding Oliver, his baby, and Deborah and I were stunned…when he asked from over the fence if we’d like to see his son.
If you know anything about Deborah and I you know babies…we adore…
“Yes we would!” We shouted….like two kids in a candy store.
But in the midst of this pandemic we weren’t sure how this would commence…until Joe said, not to worry…I’ll meet you at the hole in your fence.”
So through the hole, that wonderful old hole, that years of weathering has produced…Oliver…Deborah…and I were formally introduced.
Oliver is beautiful baby…I say this with no pretense…and his beauty was framed perfectly by that hole in our old fence.
That hole in the fence that surrounds our back yard…where a few boards we've long ago misplaced….that old fence that surrounds our backyard…that we never will replace.
Because as we’ve grown old together….as our years unfold….
we find we’re less likely to get rid of something just because it’s gotten old.