Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Music Silenced
Songs of one's life time
drift on - without soul.
There is no tune that can carry.
Lyrics - but empty words,
words that lie upon pages,
pages without a voice to enlighten.
Spirit, in search of a wave,
light years lost to soundlessness,
songs, never to be sung, never to be heard.
Life, lived among silent cords,
cords that strangle the essence
of one's, life's aria, one's composition.
B. J. "A" 2

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Demons

Harch, mean word
is all one has heard.
Out from darkened halls
the Demon, calls.
The Spirit, falls.
A man's heart stalls.
Words meant to kill !
The brain gets it's fill !

Once again, an end.
No longer to be a friend.
B.J."A" 2
August 23rd 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Images ?
Looking into clouds, images of ?, appear in the skies.
Upon waters - reflected - there I stand,
in wonder at the visions before these eyes.
Curious to know ?, what yet may come from this hand.
What the future may hold?
What stories to be told?
B. J. "A" 2
August 23rd 2011