Saturday, August 5, 2017


B. C. A Flame
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All day long, we are under this orb, orangey, pink in hue.
We see it through the ghosts, the essences we once knew.

Helios, on his voyage over this blanket of cremated life, flies.
Unfortunately, only he, not we, doth see beautiful blue skies

while we, under this monstrously heavy blanket of  gray,
have yet been able to view a cloud or a clear blue sky day.

B. J.“A ” 2
October 5th 2017

Saturday, July 15, 2017


So many moments reflecting
Refracting so many experiences.

The lenses of time’s, evolutionary passing
have become moments of history pressing,
pressing upon one’s memories hoard
within which all has been stored.

There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.

These memories, lucid, will remain
until more adventures come again
to enliven one to never ever refrain
from moments gone, bringing pain.

There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.

Memories will enlighten, until I depart
this plane. A journey towards a new start.
Touching the moments You, created for me,
brought your essence, your soul for me to see.

There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.

Thirty five days, three hundred hours
spent on so many of my days, it towers
above a thousand 3 and ½ by five prints
that illustrates the stories, fabulous hints.

There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.

Looking into the many adventures, the reminiscence 
of my Beautiful, Daughters, Love, Family presence
that helped make up so many of my nights and days.
For this journey, these adventures to live again, one prays

There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.

The last image these tired, old, brown eyes  got to see
was my Daughter Gail, hand in the air waving goodbye to me
as I entered the metal body of this giant silver bird
echoing in my ears the voice and every word I heard.

There has become this void !!!
Reminiscing may help to avoid.

The curtain, soon will be coming down upon this play
so that I may then begin to experience a normal day
were thoughts of my Beautiful Daughters, Love
is not fused with all the work I will soon rise above.

B.  J. “ A ” 2
July 15th2027

Wednesday, May 17, 2017


Sounds that Echo

I have heard the deafening sounds of this raging River.
In her silence, echoes a voice that did make me quiver.

For, the essence of her diatribes at me, did deliver
a message so cruel, so cold, it made my spirit shiver

to think that all I gave, unappreciated was this giver.
From her heart, the depth of her soul, not a sliver

of compassion, of understanding, of acceptance.
She never even gave this silly old fool a chance

at the joys, the pleasures of a slow dance,
nor the intimacies, the passions of romance.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 17th 2017

Tuesday, May 9, 2017


Healing

Could it be possible for love to heal the troubled, the wounded?
All those damaged souls, who’s ghosts haunt their every hour!

Could love bring them back from the brink of emotional extinction?
Give them back some of the innocence they, at onetime, knew?

When one thinks of the genocide of our First Nations People,
Think of the genocide of their spirit, those remaining souls.

Could it be possible for love to heal the troubled, the wounded?
All those damaged souls, who’s ghosts haunt their every hour!

When one thinks of the genocide of a child’s psyche, hers or his.
One has to wonder what part love plays in this destructive game

man plays as he molests, sexually abuses, emotionally, mentally,
verbally strips naked, to the very marrow, the essence of a child,

of Nations, of the first Peoples residing upon this little blue planet,
past, present and future. Will love give them a glimpse of a future?

B. J. “A ” 2
May 9th 2017

Friday, May 5, 2017


Journeys

Moments, they will come, moments, they will go.
With their journey, what will one come to know?

Moments, they come, when they go, it rearranges
one’s perception, one’s perspective it changes.

Will the changes become a world of infinite wisdom,
or a lifetime of limited ?, or limitless ?, freedom.

Some say, the gods, will provide, will guide .
Within each cult, each religion they hide.

Men have taken their philosophies and deride.
Filling men’s minds with fears, false prides.
B. J. “ A ” 2
May 4th2017

Wednesday, April 26, 2017


Nowhere Men

Roads have been long ones, for many an old man
who traversed every path, without having a plan.

Always flying, vicariously, by the seat of our pants.
Fighting many a battle, never in states of rants.

We just bears it, and carry on with the good fight
as our days, on gossamer wings, take flight

into accepting that journey, into that good night
as we wonder, ponder all that laid before our sight.

B. J. “A” 2
April 26th 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017


The Light

When the lights of this reality,
this dimension, this plane, dim.

Will they be bright on the other side
or just ghostly shadows, gray and grim?

Which will light up your journey?
Freedom that comes with letting go

or a prisoner of this plan ?, by hanging on
to what transpired, that grounded your soul.

B. J. “ A ” 2
April 15th 2017