A Philosophy

Life lived, is but taking hold of all the fleeting moments,

it's reality offers, and making them ours for as long as they last.

When they have run their coarse, given all they posses, dissipate,

fade into the books of history, we must give thanks, be grateful,

cherish every nuance, every beam, every ray, every wave length,

- all that gave them life and life meaning. -

Remember, give for as long as it takes and then move on

regardless of the rain that surely will fall

regardless of the pain that surely will pall

B.J."A" 2

October 22nd 2010

R I P

In Loving Memory

HERE LIES

Love & Friendship

BORN 11, 2009 - DIED 11, 10, 2010

From A Long Period Of Indifference .

Ending I do believe ????

REALITIES ?

I feel like an image in a Salvador Dali, painting.

Dripping off the edges of a surrealistic reality.

The Dream, - She has left me behind - a nightmare.

My spirit in an altered state of reality.

Reality melting all around, within me.

My life's clock ticking away, running out of time.

I find myself among those wretched Souls,

Screaming Souls, huddled together in mass misery

Clawing, reaching up in a desperate attempt to escape

The hell fires of Dante's Inferno.

Hands of my clock, limp, impotent, melting.

Time runs off their tips like tear drops,

Into the dark depths of eternal Dreams.

Dreams, that have her own realities.

Reality has no Dream, for me.

B. J. "A" 2

October 10th 2010

CRACKS IN REALITY

I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTIONS

IN THE CRACKED MIRRORS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP.

AS THE FISSURES WIDEN, PIECES OF ME SLIP INTO.

I FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS, INTO DIMENSIONS

LYING IN WAIT ON THE OTHER SIDE.

IN THEM, THERE WILL BE NO PLACE TO HIDE.

AND SO, WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ?,

WHAT LIES IN THE SPACES BETWEEN THE OBVIOUS ?

THOSE THINGS NEVER SPOKEN OF

AS I TRY TO RISE ABOVE,

KNOWING, THERE IS NEVER TO BE LOVE

FOR THIS OLD MAN,

WHO PLAYED HIS HAND.

LOST, IN THE GAME,

LOVE HER NAME.

LOVE FOR HIM NEVER CAME.

B. J. 'A' 2

OCTOBER 5TH 2010