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Two Pillow, Mississippi

I went out to a bar last night
It was empty except for one
So I struck up some conversation
Askin “man where are you from?”

He said “I’m from Two Pillow, Mississippi
A small town, deep down South”
Clearly he was Southern
As he drew words from his mouth

“You mean Tupelo?” 
I asked within a grin
“No sir” was his response
And where his story begins

He said “Daddy slept in one bed
Momma slept in another
I was eight years old
Knowing they didn't love each other”

“They never carried conversation
Neither kept too many friends
I'd always hoped they'd make up
You know, someday make amends”

“They never argued in front of me
That was a blessing in itself
But I grew up way to fast
My childhood placed upon a shelf”

“I suppose that’s how I came to be
The man I am today
I’ve learned a lot in my short years
And don’t let much get in my way”

“But the thing I cherished most
Slipped through my fingertips
As she walked away from me
I couldn't come to grips”

“So I sit here with this bottle
Telling strangers how I feel
Letting life get the better of me
As I slip between the wheels”

As he told his story
I stared down at my drink
The things he was saying
Really made me think

I thanked him for his story
Wished him best of luck
Pulled my keys out of my pocket
Headed for my truck

I drove home in a hurry
Hoping she was there
Wanting to tell her how I love her
And I’ll always care

"I may not be the best man
Yeah, most times I’m an ass
I’m yours for this lifetime
My love will always last"

~JJR 04/17/16

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Christmas In South Florida

It's a mid December morning, 
and it's 85 degrees.
There are no cool breezes blowing,
just some high humidity. 
Yes, I'd like to build a snowman, 
but it's hot out as can be.
Down here in South Florida,
there will be no snow for me!

No, it doesn't feel like Christmas,
more like a celebration in July.
Yes, I'd like to build a snowman,
it's no use to even try.
I'll turn my AC down to freezing,
but I don't think that it'll help.
Yes, I want to build a snowman,
but it will only melt.

There is no change of seasons,
trees don't even drop their leaves.
The only thing that changes, 
are the license plates you see.
It's too warm to feel like Christmas,
on this we can agree.
I want to build a snowman,
but there is no snow for me.

The lights are strung along the facia,
decorations placed upon the tree.
Local garbage trucks all advertise,
they'll remove your snow for free 
Here in this land of sunshine,
Summer’s never out of reach.
While you’re bundled up in parkas,
I’m sipping margaritas on the beach. 

Singing Christmas carols isn't quite the same.
There’s no snow to pull the sleigh through,
just a surfboard and some waves.
To my northern friends and family.
Won't you send some snow this way?
Yes, I want to build a snowman!
But for Christmas in South Florida, 
it’s in the sand we'll play.

~JJR

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Beginnings

I stand before a mirror
And stare into my eyes
Behind cold blue irises
Is someone I don't recognize

Deep in my heart
A soul still remains
But I can feel a change
Flowing through my veins

Transition begins
Shedding outer skin
Alter ego no longer hides
Stepping out from within

Thoughts were once confusion
Night and day combined as one
I know now there's a difference 
Between moonlight and the sun

I've left behind my darkness
One wrought of fear and pain
Breathed in a new beginning 
Let life begin again

~JJR 10/31/16

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Feeling Colorado

I've been feeling Colorado
A need to breathe fresh mountain air
Climb high above the tree line
Leave behind life in despair

Gaze down into the valleys 
Where flowers have grown wild
See life from a new perspective 
As through the eyes of a child

High upon a mountain plateau 
I'd let cold air caress my skin
As I bathe in her beauty 
Cleansing me of sin

Those of moon and stars
Are sounds I want to hear
Far above humanity
Even farther from my fear

Closer to the heavens 
Farthest from the sea
I'm feeling Colorado
It's where I long to be

-JJR 1/2/17

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When Dawn Breaks

The moon shines black before dawn
Birds won't sing their morning song
Clouds darken against an eerie sky
Instinct tells you something’s awry

A mist rolls in on oceans tide
There is no place safe to hide
Tower bells sound an alarm 
Demons come to do you harm

Deep within a mountains core
An evil woke from days of yore
Broken is a spell once cast
Woven back in ancient past

Wicked walks in daylight hours
Fragrance’s gone from all the flowers
Evil no longer heeds the bell
Which bound it in an earthen cell

Shadow creatures, even more
All the things the mind abhors
Nightmares walk in light of day
Women and children sought as prey

Morning light they come in force
Taking lives without remorse 
Peeling skin with dullest blade
Consuming flesh from skin flayed

As daytime finally comes to pass
Deaths toll continues to amass
The Grim Reaper, who has no face
Claims the dead, here in this place

Roaming earth at reapers will
To hunt and maim, torture and kill
As corpses begin to rot and smell
Your life is now a living hell

JJR 9/18/16

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Fear

Unfurled are my sails
Upon a sea of unknowing 
Wind of change guiding me
On a ship called “Fear"

The gentle tap...tap...tap
Of water from moisture ridden sails
Falls upon teak, underhand
Steering me from peace of mind

Trials and tribulations before me
Waves on a great expanse 
Pound against my consciousness 
Reminding me of mortality

Hope is a distant horizon 
Parabola, near the setting sun
Adrift on an unlikely road
Where water meets the sky

Naked in this state of being
Stripped of all acquiesced
Still searching for reason
I succumb to faithlessness

-JJR 3/22/17

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Forever Young

Fearless and ignorant 
Consumed by curiosity
Like a child, I am unadorned 
with the burdens of hate

Regardless of years surrendered
Or intellectual opulence 
I find no comfort 
In self-indulgence

Days are filled with intrigue 
Adventures born of imagination
Youth is the leash
Tethering the soul

Conscience confides
with reason
Neither holds the key
To peace of mind

Hope is never-ending 
A virtue paid in full
With calloused hands
And a strong will

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A Moment In Spring

Ghostly clouds wrap icy fingers 
around the last of Winters days. 
I stare at them amused, 
then continue on my way. 
It hadn't crossed my mind, 
Spring was late to start. 
And had yet to notice, 
icicles hung from trees like art.
 
I stood there in amusement. 
Wondering how long it had been, 
since I took time to take a stroll 
but could not remember when.
While the chill nipped at my thoughts 
and no warmth for solace, 
I came upon a Springtime dream, 
a tree of beauty flawless.

I've never been privy, 
to beauty so pronounced. 
So, I crept upon her quietly. 
Making sure to be unannounced. 
She stood magnificent, 
without a hint of spoilage. 
While other trees around were barren, 
she was full of foliage.
 
So I sat and I pondered, 
then I pondered and sat. 
How could it be this, 
how could it be that? 
Immersed in my surroundings 
a crowd gathered round. 
They gathered as a whisper, 
without so much as a sound.
 
Amidst the awe and spectacle,
my eyes fell toward the ground. 
Among the roots had sprouted 
a flower…so profound. 
A pretty little thing,
of colors blue and gold. 
It made me feel young once more 
having felt so very old.
 
The morning turned to afternoon, 
soon the evening came. 
With it were some thunderstorms, 
then softly falling rain. 
As darkness fell upon me, 
I had to make my way. 
And to the people gathered, 
I bid them all "good day".
 
Tonight, when I lay down 
but before I close my eyes. 
When finally, the voice 
of the coffee shop poet dies. 
As darkness fills the void 
daytime calls blue skies. 
Let me think in metaphor 
of the hours that had passed. 
And pray to any God listening, 
let this day not be my last.

-JJR 3/20/16

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Confusion

I'm chasing my shadow
Walking in circles
Caught in a daydream
That keeps spinning round

Speaking in riddles
Using unspoken words
Whispered so softly
Never making a sound

In a world of unknowing
Time has no purpose
The clock keeps on ticking
While both hands are bound

This place in my darkness
Life is contrary 
A world colored in abstract
Painting thoughts so profound

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Borderline

Standing on the threshold 
Bordering realities 
Caught between what is
And what should never be

Discerning my indifferences
Thought becomes a casualty
Amidst a different mindset
A mirror of humility

Step however lightly
Into that maze of doubt
Which keeps us all pretending 
To know what life's about

Nothing's ever easy
In choices that we make
Regret's the pill we swallow
For each wrong step we take

~JJR 10/15/16