Friday, October 31, 2014


What is the Picture ???,
the tapestry that man has weaved,
before and throughout recorded history.
Of what ?, have we been lead to believe ?
For me, it is, it has been an insane mystery !!!,
 
as rivers of blood, endlessly flow.
A time of anarchy, of chaos,
were human kind did not know !
Humanity has been deep in loss
 
as man clubbed his fellow man to death.
Later, with weapons, he conquered earth’s length and breadth.
Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Attila The Hun, Alexander The Great,
Charlemagne, Pharaoh, Thutmose III, Ashoka The Great,
 
Cyrus The Great, Ch’in Shih Huang, Augustus Caesar,
William the Conqueror, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin,
Benito Mussolini, Fidel Castro, gave humanity its fate !
Left upon the face of mankind, so deep, an ugly scar !
 
So many a man fallen, their stories told by their kin.
Then came religions, man’s new weapon of choice.
Religious leaders, in collusion, became the voice,
the power, and with fear, superstition, ritual -
 
they subdued the masses, the sheep they did corral.
Many, many are sheep, dancing for the puppet masters.
For thousands of years, we have been known to survive,
yet have we really lived our lives, are we really alive ?
 
We have been led by emperors, dictators, kings and queens,
by religious heads, religious figures, by pharos and  chiefs.
Do we really know who pulls the strings ?, behind the scenes.
Is it the guru’s, the philosophers, the conquers, our beliefs ?,
 
that have taken us on this perilous journey towards hell,
that have kept us deaf, dumb, blind and under their spell.
These things, we will come to know in the end,
but until then, come to know many, as a friend !
 
B. J. “A ” 2
October 31st 2014

Epilogue !!!

 If one wonders why mankind
is of a power hungry mind ?,
 
wants to dominate,
create mankind’s fate !!!
 
Look no further than the gods of the Old Testament,
the gods of ancient India’s firmament.

 We were created in the likeness of the gods, they say.
Neanderthal / Cro-Magnon to Homo sapiens was the way
 
we travelled through time and space.
So many changes to our race.
 
Was genetic manipulation ?,
the source of our creation.
 
Neanderthal / Cro-Magnon’s D. N. A.
infused with that of the gods, the way
 
in which we have become like them ?
Is that why we war, why we kill ?
 
Is that were it all did stem ?
Is our fate relegated to be a rill
 
on the surface of a dead planet ?
Our fate trapped in a dream catchers net.
 
B. J. “A ” 2
October 31st 2014

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Four empty years
- Filled With –
Four life times have slipped away.
Left, this barren, a broken plane
remaining in the throes, locked in,
great moments, in memories hoard.
where all of one’s life is stored.
Living, once was never bored.
 
Four life times have slipped away
since that fateful, Thanksgiving day.
Roses wither, peddles fall,
surrendering to fates call.
Experiences should fade,
all the adventures should be staid.
 
Four life times have slipped away,
memories permeate, upon the heart, they play.
Four is the number deeply carved into the trunk
of this tired old body, a mind in a funk,
a heart desiring, laying in the mist of that time
where memories of moments are so sublime.
 
Four life times have slipped away.
The original life, hanging on so tightly,
never letting go, not even slightly
as it flies aimlessly between then,
on broken wings, and when.
Where hope, the healer, could mend.
 
Four life times have slipped away.
Wild horses cannot drag these memories,
from this barren plane, locked in the fray,
between those moments and todays realities.
The road has been rough and long.
The road has been, I have not been strong
 
Four life times have slipped away.
The road seems to go on for eternity.
The load has been heavy, no remedy
for all this self-imposed insanity.
The load weighed me down, I shed many tears
during these long and winding, four years
 
Four life times have slipped away.
For many a day I did pray.
Alas, they were not but shooting stars.
Like memories, they streaked across the heavens
of my memories hoard, brilliant beams of light
lighting up all the dark places that have permeated.
 
The four life times that have slipped away.
Shooting stars come, shooting stars go,
as life time’s come, and life time’s go,
each leaving an impression across the skies
as you have done so many time upon my eyes
even if just for a moment, before, for you it dies
 
Four life times have slipped away.
You opened so many glorious doors,
sent forth all those beautiful stars,
for a moment, burn out, then gone.
Unlike them my Dear, you do,
not fade from my minds view.
 
B. J. “A” 2
October 20th 2014

Monday, October 20, 2014

Togetherness

Came the hears and souls of a family letting go
of the self, soaring egos did show
the true essence of our family name
that came to know, life is but a joyous game
we did play to our hearts delight
leaving mediocrity, indifference, fear, to fight
for all that has made a family gathering a fine
affair, creating moments to remember for all time !
Providing my adventure with moments sublime.

For ever in your debt, thank you one and all
 for heeding my Beautiful, Daughters call.
Thank you Wayne, for the possibility.
Thank you Gail, for making it a reality
 
Togetherness
 
B. J. “A” 2
August 21st 2014

Adventure’s End

The journey brings back, strings of wampum.
A belt telling stories, projecting memories.
Moments portrayed in coloured beads.
A summer’s experience, in southern Ontario,
 they are the reads in wampum belt beads.
They bring to life, once again,
so many moments, so many memories.
During these current moments,
what will be savored from those moments ?
 
B. J. “A ” 2
October 20th 2014

 Four empty years

- Filled With –

Four life times have slipped away.
Left, this barren, a broken plane
 remaining in the throes, locked in,
 great moments, in memories hoard.
where all of one’s life is stored.
 Living, once was never bored.
 
Four life times have slipped away
since that fateful, Thanksgiving day.
Roses wither, peddles fall,
surrendering to fates call.
 Experiences should fade,
all the adventures should be staid.
 
Four life times have slipped away,
memories permeate, upon the heart, they play.
Four is the number deeply carved into the trunk
of this tired old body, a mind in a funk,
a heart desiring, laying in the mist of that time
where memories of moments are so sublime.
 
Four life times have slipped away.
The original life, hanging on so tightly,
never letting go, not even slightly
as it flies aimlessly between then,
on broken wings, and when.
Where hope, the healer, could mend.
 
Four life times have slipped away.
Wild horses cannot drag these memories,
from this barren plane, locked in the fray,
between those moments and todays realities.
The road has been rough and long.
The road has been, I have not been strong
 
Four life times have slipped away.
The road seems to go on for eternity.
The load has been heavy, no remedy
for all this self-imposed insanity.
The load weighed me down, I shed many tears
during these long and winding, four years
 
Four life times have slipped away.
For many a day I did pray.
Alas, they were not but shooting stars.
Like memories, they streaked across the heavens
of my memories hoard, brilliant beams of light
lighting up all the dark places that have permeated.
 
The four life times that have slipped away.
Shooting stars come, shooting stars go,
as life time’s come, and life time’s go,
each leaving an impression across the skies
as you have done so many time upon my eyes
even if just for a moment, before, for you it dies
 
Four life times have slipped away.
You opened so many glorious doors,
sent forth all those beautiful stars,
for a moment, burn out, then gone.
Unlike them my Dear, you do,
not fade from my minds view.
 
B. J. “A” 2
October 20th 2014