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I carry with in my will
The story’s of men
A cold winter chill
On a summer day
couldn’t comfort
The story’s of men
I put stride in my fears and walked away my tears
I remember the scent of your hair
Like yesterdays air
I go to sleep
and awaken with the same head ache
In a dead lay
I felt that way sometimes
I don’t talk much
And I don’t listen
Today I stood sound
My heart just thought it stiffened
Most pictures we see are black and white
August for change
Can you see the black in white
At my counterpoint and I’m invisible
A Camelot to her roses
A portrait of warmth in the cold
A poet at best
Her’s at worst
When obscurity was a curse
Relinquishing the scent of an aged piano
The melody it tunes
Century’s of counting souls
Any crisis can turn to an opportunity
What is it in man that looks for what it can’t see
So much happens when you’re away
Things that make my composure tremble
As I begin to say
Moments of less triumph
Suspend my stay
Forgive me, for there’s become a trend
In my time away
Here’s ur rapture, ur Armageddon, ur fallen legend
Arrogantly I want to be swinging
Seeking revenge on my every adversary
But realistically, from my own hemp
I seem to be lingering
Morning lights and hieroglyphics merely had me starry
Blood line carries wine
My resistance varies with time
So here’s ur rapture, ur Armageddon, ur fallen legend
Who am I?
My reflection mimicked
And murmured, I am you
Only further from the skies
It’s become a war, I cannot win
Shield your faces
For man trots again
So here’s ur rapture, ur Armageddon, ur fallen legend
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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
I know you wish me gone
In reality it’s a blissful song
But I know you wish me gone
Nothing better than containment halls
Leading me to nowhere
Are these stain vented walls
Sinking closer to an open cry in many ways
I think I’m suppose to die this day
A minimum disguise
Beneath my graven identity
Lies your subliminal eyes
Tonight is all I have
A fainting fright, last calls for gasps
As if a painted life was no longer in my grasps
Am I getting old?
Or am I just stressing my soul
Ain’t telling more than a lie
Passing days selling for unwanted ties
Seems I’m no longer above hell
A fallen child loving his shell
Emotions calm in a broken pail
I know you wish me gone
In reality it’s a blissful song
But I know you wish me gone
Form:
And when your little light shines out
What are you going to do about?
Days you know you can’t slow down
Days you know you can’t do with out
You’ve endured through thorough droughts
Now you know there’s no way out
And when your little light shines out
What are you going to do
To make it through the night
The obscurity tries you
For it paints you a pale knight
How much further might you venture
Through this darkened isle
And when you find no barriers peace
You’ve made it to the end now
You find rest upon a strangers smile
And when your little light shines out
When red lights stop your life
And green lights are not fast enough
Breathe
These are the moments that touch us
If we can make it to the morning
I’ve found comfort
Within the light in your eyes
You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
Home the one place I do not belong
As spoken in first person
Sometimes life just is not worth the cursing
Infants, we casualties of less nursing
From this very instance, situation worsens
Walking in shadows
Follow this mysterious league of adults
Swallow my tears, but I cannot handle yours
For I fear you may dismantle
Losing whom you truly adore
Purchase your freedom
But how much scrutiny can you afford
Gripping my throat, losing my edge
Slipping as a goat, choosing my pledge
Scandals out weigh my sledge
As it appears, I’m still breathing
Sincerely in days, I will be leaving
Only hours foreshadow my doom
Dreams no longer linger
As my nightmares loom
This darkened rose withers so soon
You’re going to miss me
When I’m gone
Outcast, an unknown
Home, the one place I do not belong
You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
Guess you can say
I’ll be there today
Yes I’ll be there today
I’ve been
Chasing
The same blue moon
So much
Time decayed this day
I’d rush you
But tomorrows
Going to come too soon
The touch of my quill
Has found it’s dry
For you and I
Seem to have fallen
Over into life
I guess you can say
I’ll be there today
It’s been merely
21 years
And I can’t seem
To get over the wrong
I guess this song
Is bringing me home
It’s been quite tough today
She brushed here eyes against mine
She said
Smiles
They still bitter my touch
Startled I
Lost my thoughts in a way
Guess you can say
I’ll be here today
I see you seem happily today
I guess you couldn’t find yourself
I see you hid your voice softly today
I assume you seek only those who left
Your side this day
Things are going to be
Alright
Eventually your going to
See the light
If we could
Hold this night
You know it’s going to
Be alright
I can understand
What it means to you
So you know
I’m going to see you through
Given circumstance
This is what we do
Further than further
We roam
No one to others
It’s gone
Further than fathers
We’re home
Lovers to mothers
We lone
Yesterday
My worries seemed
So far away
Today
I can tell you nothing
differently
Time tries us
Much more
Significantly
Things are going to be
Alright
Eventually your going to
See the light
If we could
Hold this night
You know it’s going to
Be alright
Form:
Holding something in your heart
That will never perish
Something we'll always cherish
Never fall apart
We got satisfaction in our hearts
The things outside this world
So special
More than that of a sparkling pearl
One day we'll wake up
Realize the arms we take up
Be sincere
Apologize and make up
Not part of my protégée
But worked into this strategy
How you doing where you been
Haven’t seen you since I was like ten
The way I feel will never wear off
Print tattoos that'll never tear off
Even though I didn't know my brother
I wish it could've been another
Now this little world took apart of me
Some where down the line
Someone will stretch this art for me
Though we mislead trust
The futures still in front of us
And if love could teach
then for love we reach
But we'll never fall apart
Got satisfaction in our hearts
It's a world at rage
They tell us
"Keep harsh feeling caged, act our age"
Didn’t' want to be a burden
So I closed the curtains
Closed my eyes
And hoped it would close the hurting
Situation never let the tears settle
Don't let it reign drops of metal
Even if I never grow to be a better man
I’ll leave you with a leaf
A treasure within a wish to consider
Please understand
If I knew how every situation would end
Stress wouldn’t be considered
My objective and demand
Between you and me it’s a given hand
And if tomorrow
Doesn’t grace us with its presence
Then we’ll remind failure
Of the beauty and essence
Of a once populated land
As my conscience and well being
Occupied me in my final stand
Deliver me to peace
With winds blown from the east
Now that I’m grown
I guess I looked to the troubles to cease
Picture that
A day in the eyes of nothing to say the least
Though this little world took apart of me
Some where down the line
Someone will stretch this art for me
Though we mislead trust
The futures still in front of us
And if love could teach
Then for love we reach
But we'll never fall apart
Got satisfaction in our hearts
Come on and race with this heavenly devil
Watch as hail reigns on that holy umbrella
You could never become a conductor of this level
I only race with the devil
I ain’t no sinner, but don’t judge me
Temptation drifts toward beginners
Only trials touch me
Alcohol and lustful trust all through your body
Like diarrhea gots a three year old rushing to the potty
Ghostly stats, bitter chit chats
Conquered maps bleeding on mats
Hustler magazines, lonely couples addicted to claps
Strapped in lubrication
So I can live to climax another day
White around my nostrils
Maybe I’ll live to quit another way
Witness my enemies coming ever so toward me
I’ll never live to see a better Hell
For death has assured me
This is only a prelude to a dream
Pastors and priest
Never hesitate to infiltrate my schemes
To get major means
Reality floats above my vanilla sky’s
My conscience tells me
Gods screaming aquapella or at least he tries
Life has no scene selection or fend protection
Choices of a simple election
Hardships are our special features
Heaven and hell have never been so neutral
So come on and race with this heavenly devil