Upon the decaying tree of life.
A man contemplates, sits alone,
adrift upon the sea of life.
Rainbows - a holographic universe
lies before tired, old eyes.
In life… all changes, it dies.

B. J. “A” 2
October 27th, 2011

Tear drops, from the heart fall, as heavy rain.

Flowing forth from the brain.

Ever there, awake… asleep,

permeating waters so deep.

The heart of another, not to keep.

B. J.“A” 2

October 27th, 2011

A Beautiful Chinese Angel.
Images of, from heart shaped teardrops
stands between the lone man adrift
and the holographic universe
he contemplates, he remembers
her in a translucent, rainbow gown

B. J. “A” 2
October 27th, 2011

Beautiful Illussions

Beautiful Illusions, have fallen from barren branches
like a million Autumn, clocked leaves, falling from trees.
The roots of this craft, that supports this alone man,
drifting upon waves … from this sea of life - decay.
Dreams fragment, splinter, break down, dissipate
in the light of a reality… forced not chosen.
Dreams become a trillion, tiny, holographic particles,
adrift upon the light of morning breezes,
and the darkness of midnight hours.
Dewdrops, glistening, reflecting, refracting

the essences of songs never published.

Songs

Songs of love… lyrics I would love to compose,
if not, but for little deaths that dictate
the tones, the beat - the urges
guide what I seem to write - dirges.

B. J. “A” 2
October 27, 2011

A VISSION !!!

An illusion ???

Upon Great Gossamer Wings She, did glide.
From heavens so deep, where She did hide .
Across rich Picasso, blue skies,
She, fills every fiber of my Visual Cortex.
Blinding wisdom - these tired, old, brown eyes.

Circling my world, a great vortex.
Into view, She, this exotic, Oriental Beauty came.
A Beautiful, Chinese, Songbird – Xiao Ling her name.
She became the Light, which lit up Life,
relieving years of romantic less strife.

Believing, full in heart, that more, I could derive.
To once again know, what it is to be alive
with all the spirit, soul, energy of youth.
As fate would have it, in the end, but short lived truth.

Life now lived in the shadows of those dreams,
never to rid thoughts of Her, it seems.

A year has slipped by, yet my world remains, still,
coloured blue, blue is my heart, I have lost the will.
Blue runs through my veins, a blue fog fills my brain.
Illusions, a mist of blue, clouds I am unable to refrain
from colouring my days, my hours, my moments.

In the midst of this great blue fog,
created, is a gigantic black hole every time we part.

B. J. “A” 2
October 24th, 2011

Life's Frivolity !!

I have walked the tight rope of chance.

I have trod the razor’s edge of risk.

I have flown through many thoughts of.

I have taken wing passed all that could have been.

I have, with much of life, the world of humanity – seen.

B. J. "A" 2

September 22nd 2011

SILENCE

Articulations bound by another’s place.
Maw silenced, no expressions from this face.
Inarticulate, the lingna moves not for Beauty.

Vocal cords caught, a voice sought.
Yet no lyrical, poetic vibrations projected.
Pinna, tympanic membrane never again to be affected?
Silences, preponderates the roar between a reality and memory.
Mnemosyne, perched on high, tells the story.
Mneme gives insight, with insight, no glory.
For all, fear, fear it has come to an end.
No longer a supposition ?, a bestfriend?
To hold out for a touch, may prove too much.
Auricle, not the Oracle, to believe.
The heart blinds, it doth deceive.
Love ?, did the soul ever receive?
It flounders at the bottom of boundless seas.

B. J. "A" 2

August 15th 2011