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The time has come to end this life of mine,
The time has come to leave everything unimportant permanently behind.
All of my rescues will be cared for and comfortable, as promised to me,
by a true friend that I trust unquestionably.
The nest is now empty.
There is now only me.
"I can't believe that it's true," I thought in a state of disbelief.
"Have I died? Have I died finally?
Am I Now In Heaven?" I cried joyfully.
I left my apartment on the spot,
I didn't even bother to hang around and collect my deposit.
A friendly stranger approached me and engaged in superficial conversation,
and inevitably came to ask me, "Where are you from?"
"I have been waiting all of my life," I responded, "to say this to someone.
My place of residence is a box office where I receive all of my mail,
but my home is the endless wilderness trail,
awakening each morning to a brand new panoramic view,
observing all forms of foliage, landscapes and wildlife, both familiar and new,
falling asleep every evening under a galaxy of stars,
to the sounds of chirping crickets and croaking frogs,
and when the trail brings me close to a nearby town,
I might just step off the trail and hang around,
check into a motel, enjoy a restaurant meal,
resupply the next day, and then it's back into the field,
of rock climbs, stream crossings and finally, a decent camp site,
where once again under the stars I'll drift asleep for another night.
As the winter approaches my home in the northern region,
I'll hike my home trail south where the temperature is more comforting.
I am finally home everyone,
and from this day foward every day will be cause for celebration."
He looked at me as if confused,
not knowing how to respond or what to do,
then he looked away smiling,
muttering,
softly saying,
"Good for you."
He didn't understand, few often do,
nor do they understand such a nomadic lifestyle as one anyone would choose.
The only possible explanation,
that I could offer to anybody, is that I have none.
In order for you to understand this life choice of mine completely,
you would quite literally plain and simply have to be me.
Reluctant to leave the moments,
As illusive and threadbare as they’d become,
From handling them, manipulating…
Cloth and thread, almost like a seamstress,
Only my seams were roads traveled.
Some roads brought me out in places,
I was shocked to discover…
Fields of breathless prayers, filled with hope,
Aspiring to greet the new morn,
With sunlight’s hazy smile, the miracle
A fresh light, flowing, - the time has come, she seemed to say,
The time has come.
Other roads led me to secret trails,
Where I was tempted by stones of laughter,
Intimate and sharp, like the pleading
Peaceful and praising, promising that her truth,
Glowing like the fires of destiny,
Gave me a song to sing, a smiling that hints,
Yesterday unburdened herself on my dreams,
And I could feel the silence speaking.
I listen with breathless gasps,
Waiting, preparing for the circumstances
Arising from the ashes of my past,
Ashes strewn by heartfelt dreams, covered,
By mosslike stories, fiction so familiar,
Yet, wistful with a lingering grace,
Acquainted with yesterday’s solace,
Yet, even tomorrow couldn’t hold her.
She was wild, without the wind,
She glistened, almost as softly as the moon,
While even the stars knew….
They just knew – she was good, so very good.
The road to her heart was unsteady, troubled,
By grief and sorrow, despair,
The wrecking of moments painted by melancholy,
Urgent and bruised by doubts, jealous,
Jealous of the way her feelings could shout,
When left to their own songs, their own rhythms,
She could believe – she might do anything,
Follow the stars, the dreams in hues of music,
Destined to believe, just believe…
The road to hope was a road set in faith,
A road, soundless and never weary.
Paved with light that reflects all the gentle,
Light that echoes the brilliance,
A flame filled with suggestions of peace,
Light that love reveals with her ache,
Love sent to us, the shadow of His gift to us.
Go before me and tell me what you see , go before me and unravel a thousand years of history and you will know the truth about modern days misery; look at the drawing in the cave and measure them against your age, you still don’t have the correct time when the world came into being and the Neanderthal disrupt mankind dreams.
Go before me and learn about the temple by the sea the temperature is changing frequently and you might be heading for a regional calamity, the pigment is burnt out of the sun, but the battle is not yet won and the ghost of time has come back to ruin your mind; guard mind and protect your sweetheart.
The nights are not quiet and the universe is gasping for breath, how much longer must they wait to fulfill their destiny? There comes a time when the heavens has to take a rest and allow nature to do the rest,
Can you see the symbol in the sky? The twin moon appears again and sits in the cloud over my roof, two moon joined together conversing with each other and spilling light all over the place.
Go before me and protect me, go before me and tell me what you see, I had a brief flashback and saw some horses on the track, they were powering towards the finishing line and a horse came from back and race towards the finishing and upset the front runners.
Later I found myself standing on a rock looking out at sea, I was beckoning you to come and converse with me and all of a sudden a speed boat appeared in the sea and moving at a rapid pace, it pivot from the circle and circle the sea two times then it went back in a straight line and disappeared in full speed in the horizons
Go before me and tell me what you see before I join your company
Once upon a time
A time so long ago
Or so it seems
We sat in this very place
And made so many plans
We had it all figured out
We just knew we had forever
And that what we had
Would last now and always
Once upon a time
Nothing in this whole world
Could ever come between us
Together there was nothing we couldn’t do
No sky was too high
No ocean too deep
No current to strong
No distance too far
Together we were ten foot tall and bullet proof
Once upon a time
With your hand in mine
We had it all
There were no secrets
There were no lies
You were my love
My best friend
You were always there
When I needed you most
But that time has come and gone
Time and time again
I’ve tried to get us back to the us we used to be
And too many times
My feelings have gotten hurt
My heart has been broken
And yet still I keep holding on
After all that we’ve been thru
Sitting here now
I know just what it is I have to do
My love for you has always been so strong
But where this love began
Here and now is where it must end
So as I sit here and write this poem for you
I will say those three words just one last time
In my final goodbye
I want you to know that a part of me will always love you!
Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl's night-wise Medicine
Deep sultry listening
for wide empathic languages
whispering iconic myths
of syntax flowing paradigms
Reaching across Full Moon shadow
to inside passion die for outside pleasure
in contented ego/eco-flying Presence
within soaring without
Free of struggling
with letting go of anger
for AnthroCapitalized ignorance.
Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best colonizing years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon's bodhisattva rebirth.
To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage
this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding
and refolding Earth's timeless synergy,
eternally felt Being Present
reconnecting regenerative tisssue
of progenitor's FullMoon Medicine issues
HumaneSelf reconceiving DivineOther
co-empathic eve of solsticing
wise dicing esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.
Silent nights of peacefully resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
purgation's Advent darkly waiting
opens sublime ego/eco- bipartisan therapy
of Earth Rights and Wrongs
are also Me,
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from FullMoon wondrous Heaven
and NewMoon Earth
awesomely co-present
AnthroHours
and co-enlightening days
and EarthAnimated seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and widely Peaking Presence
Silent smiling
coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving
co-gravitating humor
in love as life
spreading wild as moonlight
on this wise CoElational Eve.
Twilight
One evening we reflect on the illusion of time as the shadows grow longer
fire and passion twinkles in our eyes to guide us through befriended night
the time has come for candles incense evening song soft tender touches
From whence me met the bond of love emerged and cultivated ever stronger
launched our intermingling journey's shelter guidance rather miraculously alight
together we ascended out of lonely days and nights rejected twilight’s judges
Our inner compass navigated by the waxing moon’s unison pulled us to wander
in wonderment one-sightedness’ gravitation pushed open luscious sensorial delight
we played before and after dusky dawn and musky pleasures erased all smudges
Of the past while we forgave but not forgot chose to enjoy and not to squander
each light and every angle lens perspective to melt our stories to relive rewrite
as ‘Kairos’ passes ‘Chronos’ streams of consciousness while Cosmos watches
Kindness togetherness hungry craving adoration in abounds that knows no yonder
with life a thoughtful feeling’s pleasure cruise flowing with tides no struggle’s fight
one evening waits and wrinkles paint condense come walking frame or crutches
Our skin will peel and show our age in timeless time but we travel fond and fonder
fondle caress our heartfelt minds and mating souls our grateful passage in full sight
in infinite eternal sanctum solemn homebound prayer until and when the reaper clutches
22nd September 2016
The seeds of imagination, once planted in my mind,
now grow a forest—trees with trunks
stretching from earth to sky,
like the Tower of Babel...
yet these seeds rest unconfused in my spirit.
Thoughts of greatness turn my dream into a rainbow—
beautiful, colorful, and wonderful—
a revelation that lifts me onto a well-decorated
horse,
strutting on a rug laid for royalty and majesty.
Without doubt, the topmost chamber of success is my home—
Un rêve qui bientôt deviendra vrai.
Though the darkness is thick and light still feels like reverie,
soon, my dream will rise and claim the day—like dawn’s first ray.
Haters call it hallucination,
a ghost that haunts my thoughts and steals my sleep.
If only they could see the strength of my belief,
they’d know its truth runs long and deep.
Some say my dream is whimsy,
but in their lifetime, they’ll come to see—
nothing blocks a vision whose time has come to reap.
None but I can halt this boulder rushing down the steep.
Visualization of the dream may seem a mirage—
a figment of fantasy,
a vision envisioned as deception, dismissed as a pipe dream.
But soon—very soon—its reality will adorn the sky.
Written for the contest: Fantasy
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Contest Judged: June 26th, 2025 7:35:00 PM
Placement: Third
All alone in the middle of a crowd
and I like it
Because no one here can control the way I feel
I just tune them out -
and go about —
living life -
which ever way I will
No emotion or thought that I owe anyone
Those days have since faded to dust
Now I only give what I have to-
I only connect when I must
So Don’t expect to get a rise out of me
By pushing the buttons of my past
I’m disconnected from your society
I no longer fit any social cast
No more are others capable
Of deciding the directions that I choose
It’s not that I don’t care -
I just don’t care
I’m tired of meeting everyone else’s needs
I’ve given up trying to please the unpleasant
Who I tried to please for so many years
Their voices are as whispers in the forest
Which fall deaf upon my heart
And silent to my ears
All my life I served -
giving as I was taught to do
But now the time has come
— to live my life in whichever way I choose
So it’s not that I’m ignoring you
I’m just ignoring you
As I go about living life my way
— doing what I wanna do
No longer caring what others say
(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/
Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/
Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, back when the eighties roared/
A rare groove movement pulsed, a sound from nowhere that knows no bounds/
More like a fusion, a sonic, soulful thing/ Funk's greasy fingerprints, soul's sweet perfume, Hip-hop's swagger, and fusion funky-fresh, street hood blend/
breaking down old skool jazz/
60s Jazz got an electric shock, a story with DJs spinnin' without end/
Acid Jazz they called it, club jazz, groove so deep/ Psychedelic acid , with a Jimi Hendrix riff/
Man, think trumpets with a swagger, bass lines thumpin' thick and low/ A drummer hittin' harder than anyone you know/ samplin' Clyde Stubblefield drum playin' into four beats throbbin', layered tight, a tapestry of sound/ under a heavy sweety groove so damn tight/ the house club DJ scrachin and spinin' Mike Clark's breakthrough funk beat from Herbie Hancock's cut 'Actual Proof" into an Acid Jazz song that is killin and soul funk chillin’/
Vocals droppin' knowledge/ ladies and hipsters the acid groove is here/
From Western Europe rising/
to Japan's electric gleam?
Latin rhythms joining, a collaborative deep beat dream/
United Future Organization, a trio cool and sharp, Brooklyn Funk Essentials, makin’ sure the groove is a hip, tight, wicked mix, of spoken word off the radar chillin’ bland of nu funk horn street soul/
(Beatbox rhythm under the following lines) Club jazz, the Chambers Brothers “Time Has Come” psychedelic acid rock jazz at Its best/
Dig, you gotta let it go Bro/Acid Jazz and the word mechanic band, precise, and into the jazz flo/
Yo, jump out your set, hit the dance floor, you be burnin'' the joint down/
Smooth and cool with rare vinyl uptown charm/
the funk is heavy/ a vibe that chills and thrills/ Acid Jazz ain't just a sound/ man, it's the high life, still. (Snaps fingers again)
A Prisoner
An inmate, a prisoner of this, my obsession.
This Autumn, Green eyed, exotic woman,
the driving force, the source for my confession.
What do I do ?, nothing !, I can,
for she is burned deep into my heart.
I seem not, to have the strength to let go,
nor – even – where to find ?, where to start ?,
to accept the obvious – that which I know.
How ?, do I extinguish this out of control fire,
even dampen this burning flame of desire ?
Confession
My confession to come.
My obsession in sum.
The story that tells,
the heart that fells,
the soul that loves.
The flight of doves,
to hell fires,
to burn the desires,
out of the brain,
out into the realm of pain,
of knowing- acceptance,
of no last dance ?,
of no hope for romance ?
This the last chance, took.
This, a chance to look
into the world anew,
into what ?, once I knew,
experiences, a long time ago
experience, no longer to know
as my time has come to – past
as my spirit has come to fast !
B. J. “A” 2
March 16th 2008