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Visions of you
I see a knight in armour – one of King Arthur’s – ready to do battle
at the drop of a word – for Queen, country, god and ego.
I see Babe Ruth, knocking balls out of the game,
in order to be the winning team – for god country and soul.
I see Amelia Earhart, taking on the air, the skies, the world
– for ego, spirit, soul, heart and the abused child / woman in her.
I see Muhammad Ali, putting on the gloves in order to knock out
all wood be challengers to her position, control, power, rightness.
I see a chess pro, taking out the pawns, the knights, the bishops,
rooks, the queen – check mating the king – putting him in his place,
- under her thumb, under her queen - winning the game.
I see a friend chocking up in the crunch – makes the wrong choices –
ends up missing, sinking the eight ball that she is now behind.
Never winning the game she so desperately wants to play well.
I see a friend who needs so much more than she is,
who needs so much more than she ever gets,
who needs to be a lover and loved,
who needs to be loved as a lover.
B. J. “A” 2
July 29th, 2003
Visions of you
Part Two
De ja vu - I see a sergeant, major, barking out orders, to all,
as if this world were her own private army.
I see a little Hitler, – mustache and all – trying to rule
her tiny, little universe – make it fit her ideal dream.
I see a Johnnie Cochran, and his dream team ( your demons ),
O J Simpson, the defendant, convincing herself and the world
she is truth, she is right, she is might, and as Jonnie Cochran,
the lawyer, the mouth piece shooting down - all reason, all logic,
all attempts – by denying, by lying, by deception, by trying
to baffle brains with bull ****, by throwing every irrelevant
- verbal diarrhoeaed – thought and word into the fray,
in order to distract, avoid the issues, the truths, to be right.
I see a Jim Jones, a Joseph Smith, preaching her gospel,
a gospel according to her - designed to have the sheep,
the blind, the week, the lost souls of this planet
to follow her path without question, and in the end,
sacrifice “ ALL ” for the sake of her fragile soul,
her floundering, lost spirit, her ill ego.
I see a friend, with a heart of gold, if truth be told.
More of a friend to those who have done her wrong.
then to those who truly care, about her welfare.
B. J. “A ” 2
July 29th, 2003
A deer hunter’s daughter
#1
She illuminates the clock with her laughter,
loves her instagram her tic toc and her saunter,
she goes nowhere near disaster,
she’s got no ear for fear,
no hard summer rain,
no pain when she goes in disaster mode,
she is poetry and prose,
she loves her repose,
and thereafter,
she’s got innocent innocent eyes my Bess,
she’s my daughter.
We go strolling together,
we are bonded,
we have strong hands that feed us,
She forgives me,
I believe her.
Rainy days come, we sit on the sofa,
we amuse ourselves with table tennis,
we take our anoraks and run,
her wild loose hair moist,
to the God’s I would offer,
a sacred deer because we suffer,
all I have is her and she has me,
and me is all she knows,
my big brown eyes,
as we rise together and fall,
to me she’s my all.
We go strolling together,
we are bonded,
we have warm hearts inside us,
She forgives me,
I deliver,
I believe her. ??
#2
She goes strolling through the park,
it’s late in the afternoon,
there’s crescent silver moon,
her heart is on her eyes,
pale blue eyes of summer,
how I ‘d wish I ‘d have her.
She wears a wide brimmed hat,
she has flowers in her hands,
fingers that are magic wands,
a beautiful scarf on her neck,
she holds a candlestick,
her name is Bess and she is blessed,
how I ‘d wish I ‘d posses her.
The deer run scared,
This I can’t bear,
Their eyes are pools of sorrow,
their fear is in her ears,
they are ringing,
why dad?
why?
I can have a perfect 10 in anything I do,
I can paint the sky blue
and they ‘ll tell me bravo sweet princess,
it is my essence,
but when their blood spills,
I can’t come to their defence.
I killed a baldy,
now she will scold me.
#3
Don’t scold me,
I killed life,
now hold me,
it’s sunrise time in the forest,
deer drink their mother’s
milk,
I am honest,
it’s a sight to behold.
My pain is manifold,
and many a time
he comes to feel alive
and alive he can be
next to me
for I am his oblivion,
his warm garment
his heart of gold.
I shoot an arrow,
I aim and fire,
I live with little
and they don’t mind,
they are many,
and I have plenty
of time to kill,
and I don’t do it for the thrill,
it makes sense,
and the benefits are immense,
she plays the music I wan’t to hear,
she is my deer.
I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd like to stay but it's best I'm going
Things don't feel like they should be
So I'll hit the road and just be free
You're the prettiest girl there's ever been
Your eyes light up with love from within
You put joy in the hearts of your every fan
Your babies, your mama, and this old man
You found me, sweet angel, and you let me in
I didn't know you wanted more than a friend
Well I've been trying to be all I can
But in the end am I your man?
(In the end am I your man?)
Yeah, I'm gonna get going Friday morning
You know I want to stay but I better get going
Things don't feel like I want 'em to be
At least I can travel and just be free
Forever I've been looking for someone to hold
With big warm eyes and a heart of gold
Your eyes are the prettiest place to be
I want to believe they were meant for me
Through your emerald gaze I feel seen
Makes me believe God's not so mean
Yeah... been here once, but it's different this time
It feels as if you've always been mine
So I'm gonna get going Friday morning
I'd love to stay but I'd better get going
Things don't feel like they ought to be
You know I never wanted to be this free
(No, I never wanted to be so free)
You're just like fireweed you know
You are the very first thing to grow
After my heart got burned to the ground
And I wasn't look'n, but I feel found
Found by the prettiest pinkest flower
And that in my most needy hour
Yeah... I know you feel so safe with me
But, love... am I everything you need
(I want to be everything you need)
And, yeah, I'm outta here Friday morning
Too hard to stay; I'm gonna get going
But running from what I feel to be free
Just isn't how it ought to be
(No it isn't how love ought to be)
Look at my fireweed in her fullest bloom
Like the salmon I am running home to you
Against the stream against all time
To be your lover before I die
From the river's mouth I run
And I'm running to, not running from
With all my best, I've yet to live
This is the love I have to give
(All the love I want to give)
And I'll be gone on Friday morning
I think I know just where I'm going
I'll follow where the big dipper leads
And I'll find you there, my fireweed
Coming for you, my fireweed
(I'll soon be themy fireweed.)
I can’t see the muses,
Before they steal my heart.
There are simply no excuses,
For the wonder they impart.
I can’t see the wind,
Before it attacks the calm,
Leaving me resigned,
For storms who recite their psalm.
I can’t see the change,
Before it calls out my name,
It can feel so strange,
For change, at times, will blame.
I can’t see the song,
Before it soothes my soul,
Making me feel like I belong,
For a song can surely console.
I can’t see the dawn,
When Winter erases the sun,
Causing the gray to drag on,
For the frost to have its fun.
I can’t see the godsends,
Even though they’re everywhere,
Many times, they come as friends,
For hearts who smile a prayer.
I can’t see the reality,
When someone tells a lie,
It takes a while until I see,
For wisdom breathes a sigh.
I can’t see the timeless beauty,
In a heart of gold,
She shines like it is her duty,
For kindness has much to behold.
I can’t see the spring,
As autumn changes the scene,
But it’s such an amazing thing,
For the sun to erase the green.
I can’t see the night,
When the dawn rises to reveal,
All the wonders so bright,
For this joy of daybreak is surreal.
I can’t see the love,
That flows inside a twinkling,
When feelings rise above,
For the devotion in an inkling.
I can’t see the grace,
God’s only Son came to bring,
This is surely God’s embrace,
For His love is a wellspring.
I can’t see the way,
Beyond the ache, the tears,
But, He makes everything okay.
He silences all my fears.
I can’t see beyond this life,
But I know One who can see it all,
And He is the answer to my strife.
For His grace is there when I fall.
I can’t see so much in this life.
Often, I’m disillusioned by loss.
So He revealed to me, the afterlife,
For love, I laid it all at the cross.
I can’t see through the clouds,
Making out those blessings so sweet,
Even though I’m surrounded by crowds,
For the moment, I feel so very complete.
I can’t see everything, but I know
When I reach out to Jesus, the Son,
The glory of God will always flow,
For His love has only just begun!
I can’t see Him,
Yet He abides with me.
Just like an old, old hymn…
Therefore, I’m forever free.
Forever, yes forever – I will see!
In ancient land,
—A realm of kings and queens,
A tale of courage, sacrifice, and love, unfolds unseen.
A noble hunter,
—Moremi, with heart of lion’s might,
Became the cherished queen of Oduduwa’s ancient light.
The kingdom thrived
—In commerce, wealth, and sacred power,
But shadows crept from darkened woods, in haunting hour.
The Ugbo hordes,
—With raffia guise, brought terror to the fray,
And women, children, borne away, in night, by fear were swayed.
A desperate plea,
—A mother's heart, to save her cherished land,
To river goddess, wise and old, Moremi did command:
"Great spirit!
Hear my humble cry!
I vow to pay the cost!
If by your hand, my people's fate, from doom, is not yet lost."
A plan was forged,
—A daring scheme, to free the stolen kin,
The queen, in beauty, as a lure, her freedom to rescind.
Within the Ugbo king's dark realm,
—She learned their secret ways,
A wary smile, a whispered oath, for freedom's dawning days.
Her essence strong, her courage true,
—She made her daring flight,
Back to her love, her cherished home, to face the coming fight.
With wisdom gleaned,
—And heart of fire, she armed her faithful kin,
To face the Ugbo hosts in battle, a victory to win.
The kingdom's wrath,
—Like storm released, did vanquish cruel Ugbo raid,
And in the aftermath of strife, a people stood, remade.
A nation forged in Moremi's flame,
—Her love and sacrifice,
An epic tale of ancient days, where honour paid the price.
Yet, fate's cruel hand still lingered near,
—A debt yet left to claim,
For in the halls of ancient gods, great vows remain the same.
To Esimirin's flowing depths,
—The queen did journey forth,
A mother's tears, a broken heart, the cost of love, and worth.
Her son, her only cherished child,
—The spirit's price, now due,
A sacrifice, in times of old, as gods and mortals drew.
Moremi's song of courage,
—Love, and tears for love foresworn,
Echoes through the ages past, a tale of Yoruba born.
In halls of legend,
—Where heroes dwell, and tales of valour shine,
The queen of courage, heart of gold, eternal shall enshrine.
Moremi, mother, lover, queen,
—Thy name shall never fade,
For in thy sacrifice and love, a nation's soul was made.
The others are left to roam on their own…
Everlasting sorrow spills out from the carcasses…
Love has already spoiled…hate is the main event in the picture…
Laurel…Save yourself from death or hell...below...…before it’s too late!
The others are left to rot…they took their leave long ago
Hell has opened its gates and gravity pulls them down below the blemished ground…where they once slept…
Ashes placed here and there…buried…left untouched…unseen for years
Tell the others…”LEAVE OR THEY’LL FACE THEIR ABOMINABLE FATE”
Seven souls are casted to the graveyard
One must crawl out…of the crust…
Unveil your true nature…unwind for a time…scream out the truth
Learn to listen…learn to gain understanding and wisdom…GAIN INSIGHT…
Tread the narrow path…not the sinful, rocky trail…
Oh God, will you lift them up from their deathbeds?
Empty…lost…don’t forlorn for your love…she’ll return to you soon…go forward, despite your loss…
Shameful…alone…don’t look back – don’t step into that trap!
Calm down…you must leave her behind for a time…and forget and forgive the perilous past
A petite, sweet, black rose is placed next to her tombstone…I’m sorry for the agony that swallowed you whole like an immense tide
Pour forth your Mercy…upon him…let him trek the road to paradise
Exit the land of the dead…and live for eternity and you’ll earn true happiness
Forget not the gifts you come in contact with
Rummage not into the Storage Room full of horrid memories
Off you trot…run away from this nightmare…this living nightmare…
Marvel at the black, velvet sky and pray to Him…welcome the sun with open arms
Isolate yourself from the ghosts that doused you with long-term grief
Torn apart by your absence, I finally found my way out of my own wistful snare…
Sell not your heart of gold…keep it and treasure it…it’ll serve you good
Dark spirits…GOOD RIDDANCE…purge from him his painful distress…
Escort him to a better place…a palace he calls Home…
Make sure to spread out good news upon him…so he won’t feel that searing stress
I hope for the best for him…I don’t care how insane I sound right now…
Silly how much I can actually sympathize with him…LOOK up to Him
Exactly…I’d be careful what you wish for or pray for…
There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where collective colourful characters reign
The residents of Rainbow Village
Are a creative colourful bunch
Who meet every week religiously
At the local Village Inn for Sunday lunch
Mr Red is the local policeman
He is driven and a natural born leader
Decisive, firm but fair
Authoritative while following police procedure
Policeman Red married Miss White
The villages well loved librarian
An independent calm gentle soul
A compassionate revered humanitarian
Together they have a daughter
A little girl called Pink who is ten years old
A playful ,sensitive, loving child
Adventurous and bold
Dr Brown is the villages doctor
A warm natured, comforting, reliable man
Who is married to Dr Blue the local veterinarian
A kind ,caring dependable bloke who will help anyone he can
Miss Purple is the towns local artist
Beautiful, talented and unique
Unbelievably imaginative and creative
Her colourful creativity is displayed on every cobbled street
Mr Green is Rainbow Villages resident gardener
A young man totally at one with nature and harmony
The village is abound with happy, bright colourful flora
As far as the eye can see
Mr & Mrs Orange are both school teachers
Both are optimistic, enthusiastic and love to teach
Energetic ,cheerful and passionate
Learning and education never far from their minds reach
Mr Grey , l should say Mayor Grey
Has the village and residents best interest at heart
Always calm, composed and diplomatic
Supporting locals with their creativity, colour and art
Miss Yellow runs the village general store
A lovely outgoing lady with a heart of gold
Always trying to accomodate all the residents wants and needs
Her produce is quality so be quick or it will be sold!
Mr Black is the publican of the Rainbow Inn
An intriguing powerful fellow
A somewhat mysterious man
Who is secretly and hopelessly in love with Miss Yellow
Rainbow Village is a wonderful place to reside
Full of incredible interesting and varied folk
Not always do they see eye to eye
Yet come Sunday all gather and unite over lunch and a joke
A cold, icy, deep, well,
Where tempurtures are below freezing,
Seculuded, hunter green, trees,
Hide the ever lasting hole,
She was dropped in head first,
Her wild, curly hair,
Covered her unhappy face,
The pain has aged her form,
Swolled up by extreme greif,
Her eyes left burning,
Stinging tears never leave,
She screams a blood, curddling cry,
Forever endless in the black of night,
She swears up and down,
Such a black abyss,
Can not possibly exsist,
Oh but it does,
Her body trembles, and shakes,
White, hot, flashes,
Of memmories from yesterday,
Never leave her mind and heart,
She had so much love,
From her kids that she was,
Blessed with from above,
All gone in a moment,
Snatched by the jaws of sin,
Her head was cut off,
And she could never,
Get them back again,
They burried her under a mountain of hatred,
And crumbled her whole soul,
The meaness of it never imagined,
By her tender heart of gold,
She treated everyone well,
All the time,
She never thought there were,
So many dark souls,
She pictured everyone to be,
As nice as she,
Unbeliveable to her that,
Bright picture she held,
Of everyone,
Was melted and changed in an instant,
Of incrediable, slauthering, pain,
She no longer trust anyone,
Who claims they are her friend,
Her faith in human kind,
She could no longer find,
The loss is too deep,
And only a saint,
Could forgive so many hurtful things,
The bright, yellow, sun,
Burns her even more,
People purposely hurt her,
Like a never ending game,
To try and drive her insane,
She's so disappointed in the deeds of mankind,
It overwhelms her,
All the way to her spine,
Her attitude has changed,
About what alot of people here are now,
The damage they all caused,
Can never be un-done,
She mourns all the time,
Like a widow made on purpose,
She knows deep down,
God's grace has left this town,
Inside her mind she is aware,
Of what the furture holds,
It makes her sad to know,
The trouble on the way,
She tried to warn them each and everyday,
To save a town,
She used to love,
From being destroyed and burned down,
No one would believe her,
Even when they knew,
How close to God she was,
For this she is hated too.
She never meant to go down the hard roads that she did,
it’s just how her life turned out.
She didn’t choose her story..
Her story chose her.
It’s been a tale of heartache and heartbreak,
falls and failures, struggle and loss.
But even more than that, her story is one of rising from the ashes, getting stronger with very mistake and becoming more beautiful after she was broken.
They’ll call her distant, cold or unforgiving-
that’s just because they don’t bother to try to see past her steely facade..
Not to keep others out, but to protect herself.
She’s been hurt countless times before by lovers, friends and even family..
And she has a bitter taste in her mouth from it.
So, maybe she doesn’t welcome everyone into her life with open arms,
not because she’s standoffish, but because she’s more careful now who she lets get close to her.
She vowed never again to let the people who didn’t deserve her time or love past her walls..
anyone who has gotten close to her has earned it-
she’s worth that and so much more.
Most people don’t understand her and men always seem to have an opinion about her,
but then, weaker people always put down the strongest souls that they can’t tame.
She’s not changing to please anyone and she’s not pretending to be anything she isn’t.
She’s real, passionate and always there for the people she loves..
The rest have to prove they’re worth her affection.
Maybe she’s not the most popular person,
but she’d rather have a few amazing friends than countless fake ones.
So, don’t mistake her tough exterior-
she has a heart of gold and the deepest of souls..
But she will always keep her head, standards and hopes high, because she’s driven to be better and always rise above the struggle of every day life.
So, when you meet her, take in the beauty of a woman that’s been born again and broken in the fire of her life.
She’s one of a kind and rightfully so- she’s survived what most never could,
And she’s done it with a smile on her face and love in her heart.
She’ll always be that one lady that can’t be defined, contained or easily understood..
Just the way she likes it.
She is and will always be ..
Unforgettable
Who am I? Ok, here’s the truth. I won’t lie. ..I’m a cool ass guy who may be
imprisoned, but is as free as a butterfly….
32 years old. A heart of gold,. 5’8” tall, 140lbs. A slim dude who walks
nude-privately- all year round! A sexy s.o.b.! Whose #1 passion is poetry! Clean
cut with a cute butt and a little silly. I enjoy a lot of things; I love music and yes, I
dance and sing. I also love musical instruments so I truly enjoy concerts and live
events! I am a “movie buff”. My personality is kinda dark, I really enjoy amusement
parks!
I protect my heart with a breastplate. B/c only the tough and rough
survive, for I am an inmate. That’s right. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I’ve been
through just about every kind of heartache. I’ve been there, done that. Being
abused as a child trained me for combat. Thats right, physically and sexually
abused. So knowing how to “love” left me confused. For years I battled an
emotional war. But I’m not ashamed any more! It’s been lonely in a place like this.
No woman to kiss and my 3 daughters I desperately miss. 7 years here can change
a man! I had no one to take my hand. I did the time all alone. My Momma dead
and gone. It was in 2007 when she passed and went on to Heaven!
Everyone deserves a second chance. I long for love and romance. I
used to be a dishonest guy. Now I refuse to tell a lie. An old cliché, but it’s my way-
“The truth will set you free”! You can see who I am in my poetry!
I would like to find a woman and settle down. Give her jewels for her
crown! A woman who will stand by me, through thick and thin. She must be first
and foremost, my best friend. I love a woman with *****, and she must have some
junk-in-her trunk! I’m talking about a nice butt, and I welcome a voluptuous woman
with a slight gut. That’s something most men hate. But I value a woman with a
little weight! This makes me excited, sexually. The woman I choose won’t refuse
when I go down and bite it! She must love me for me. She must accept my silly, yet
morbid personality. So give me a fair look and visit me at MySpace and FaceBook.
Later gator!!!