Flood Tides .

RIVERS of LOVE

Along many a bank, rivers of love did flow

grasping pieces of broken, decaying branches, twigs, leaves and know,

carried down stream - within them - are the memories that show,

once there were dreams of love that lived within, never to grow.

Dreams, Autumn has been guiding towards the arms of old man Winter.

A journey Dreams, Mankind, Mother Nature, takes and must,

in the end, let go of, let metamorphose into specks of Dust.

An energy to take wing and soar into becoming The Light.

Dream, desire, obsession, rivers of love, all will take flight,

climb towards the heavens, past romantic stars and out of sight

B.J."A" 2

August 31st 2009

Dead man walking

Along a Dyke

This day did I see, did I meet and was filled with mixed feelings.

One look into her beautiful, Autumn Green Eyes, and I knew,

there was something different - for a time - a pain in her heart.

I wanted so, to take her in my arms and hold her tight,

to do what ever I could to make things alright.

I knew what was to befall me, eventually, words to defend, they'd be few,

for I could not bring myself, never could be

the man she always says she can see,

and believes with all her mind, is me.

In her mind's eye, and on the breath of her thoughts,

I am visions, images, projections of all the negative

aspects of her brother, her ex lovers, her ex husband

and, I guess, all the Canadian men she has come to know.

I can not let go, and yet I know she has nothing for me.

B.J."A" 2

August 25th 2009

Veneers

Veneers

When one walks as snow flakes of superficiality,

they coalesce into what becomes their personality.

When one plays to the crowd of peers,

their face is one of beautiful veneers.

When one realizes that - like life -

the beat of one's existence - like a hot knife -

can melt the dream, expose the scheme

and to the surface will rise the cream .

B.J."A" 2

August 21st 2009