Friday, January 8, 2010

Delusions .


Thoughts of, Deceive ?


Perceptions derive - from experiences one has had -
at times skewed by all that has made one sad -
come back to haunt the present, make one feel so bad
on this journey to something different, something new,
a journey out of the past, experiences unlike with you.
Experiences, - I have had many - with you, very few !


It is so very difficult to see through the silence,
through a world apart and all the defence.
I am in a quandary ?, precariously on a fence
not knowing which way to step ?, what is right ?,
and so all I seem to do is - carry on this inner fight
that takes me from then to when, losing all sight,
questioning the innocence, the beauty before me.

Will the past ?, always be the eyes through which I see.


B J "A" 2


January 8th 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

2010




Years End !

A New Year's Beginning

As two thousand and nine reached out to it's end,
a beautiful Oriental Flower, - could she be my Friend ?
November and December gave wing, showed me promise.
New Years Eve gave birth to a New Year, the promise
of, seemed to give way to the promise of 's, demise
What did I see ?, What did I know ?, was I not wise ?
In the early hours of two thousand and ten,
did it become clear ?, the message she did send,
would it show ?, the promise of, would end in pain
and life would revert to what it was, once again.

This body of mine, my mind, my arms knew only air
as this beautiful Oriental Flower, this Lady fair
did leave me alone, into the darkness, my dreams to stare
at the future, into it's heart and all that it would never bring -
the joyous lyrics, the lively tunes never to sing.

I knew - in pain and disappointment - it might never be
yet, in the worlds of hope, desire, expectations I still want to see
their essence give birth to a future full of realized dreams,
dreams that - because of much - die a thousand deaths, it seems
in the mind of this indigent, disabled old man
who thought - at life, happiness and love - could try his hand,
just one more time before life ends in changes
that take us back and then - maybe ?, - ahead,
but for this moment, here I am, alone instead
pen in hand - words and fate - which arranges
what will fill and with what ?, all life's changes
as moments walk passed all the memories of the effulgence
my Oriental beauty radiated upon this tired old soul
as her - I thought, I believed, me she wanted to know.
Like Christmas day, where there lay no snow,
I am left with a feeling that there is something missing,
yet her beautiful lips, her soul I still want to be kissing.

And now I feel I have been kissing it all good bye.

B J "A" 2
January 1st 2010