Ford

Once upon a time, a young, teenaged boy had a dream,

in it, a Black  Bird Thunder-ed on by, his it did seem.

Precognitive ?, one day, in middle age, it was true.

In a Black Bird, on the open road he would go – he knew.

 

Then one day, up and journeyed onward, a head he flew,

the road, before his wheel, lay ahead, ahead was his view.

Today, no wind in his long, graying hair, no sun on his head,

just the sounds of music – silent words on a page instead.

 

Now my Black Bird no longer flies, nor does she Thunders.

All that remains, that is left – a rear view mirror and wonders.

Oh !!!, the stories she could tell – of a life, a long time ago,

of beauty, of life, of experiences and all I came to know.

 

Knowledge of all, that will, one day, come to an end,

but until then, they will carry me through – be my friend,

a friend that accompanies those many empty hours,

brightens up those gray days before becoming bowers.

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 20th 2004

 

No title

 

The faces of darkest night have no windows,

no doors, only rooms that hide ghostly shadows

that haunt some daydreams and nightmares

as they look upon the world with scared, lost stares.

 

Love lost, love, so elusive for so many.

For others, they may never again know any.

Love – from beginning to our end, we always look for.

For some – along their way – it has closed it’s door.

Love for some, is looking from past – our prime,

into states and places that come from passed time.

 

Fear – that place some run to, to avoid the pain,

feelings, experiences they never care to know again.

Cautious are the steps one surly will take

in order to, never again, a mistake to make.

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 16^th 2004

Happiness

What is happiness ? - Is it all those little,

bright crystal – rainbow moments, solidified.

Is it ?, when one is at one with the universe,

at one with the world, one’s own world, ones self.

 

Is happiness ?, those few or many times in one’s life

when there is no need for spoken or written word.

Is happiness ?, found in others, in another or from within

one’s own heart, one’s own soul, one’s own spirit

 

that may be brought forth, brought to life by others

as you walk together – for a moment – upon the same path.

Is happiness ?, observed and expressed by the heart,

the inner eye- something the ears may hear, but never see.

 

Sadness

 

Sadness, pain, heartache – unlike happiness – need words,

not to express the obvious, but to be a catharsis for the soul.

Lyrics, poetry, prose, setting free, giving wing so they may fly,

may grieve, let go, achieve what we look for, need – HAPPiNESS !

 

B. J. “A ” 2

September 15^th 2004

TIME

Reminiscing - a life missing

 

Time is slowly crawling, walking on by,

leaving sunny memories, not but a shadow

glimpsed, running past the corner of ones eye

as it leaves the lands of past experiences fallow.

 

Travelling back in time, down many roads.

Some roads, roads less traveled, carrying heavy loads.

Others have lead one into worlds of much fun

under bright rays – days spent with a glorious sun.

 

Some of those sunny memories came to life,

this Christmas Season, with much joy, rife

throughout the few hours spent.

Ecstasy, for a moment, to me she lent.

 

B. J. “A” 2

December 24^th 2014

 

 

Dear Brother

 

Your generosity,

this Christmas Season

arouses my curiosity.

What is your reason ?,

Dear Brother, especially

after summers generosity.

 

B. J. “A” 2

December 24^th 2014

 

Contemplations, Thoughts, Feelings

 

Can love – once again -  find a way to open its door a crack ?

Can all the forgotten – lost feelings, ever find their way back ?

 

Or is it, – as lately it seems – the cards are against me, stacked

and there will never be a road – against the wall I am backed !

B. J. “A ” 2

September 14^th 2004

No Title

Prelude to a letter to Joyce

 

Contact – casual and polite.

Meaningless – it was in spite.

In the bed of indifference – not to tell.

Under the sheets of denial – nightmares swell.

From grace – do we fall !,

never again – to know that light.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

September 9^th 2004

My Luck

 

You and I, my friend – in my alone

hours – are the ones, the world we’ve known

have had to take on, this world,

with all that we are - as it unfurred

 

before the eyes we have had to fight,

to overcome adversity – our world of plight

sitting idly by – idling at life’s door,

looking for, waiting for something more.

 

No matter just how much in the win,

we should have been – loss was in the wind.

I seem to – like a candle, be – burning

in the noon hour light - that bright sun – yearning

not to become a candle – blown by the wind.

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 4^th 2004