A WORLD OF IMAGINATION

Shell we reside in the world of perdition ?,

or will we know life ?, after death, through attrition.

Hell is not to be Dante’s, inferno ?,

the void ?, fires ?, the black hole we think we will go ?

Hell is the ever lasting pain we endure

as we walk alone, into the future.

Hades, created by man’s imagination.

From fear, it became his creation.

Hell is the pain - of our regret -,

caused to others, we will never forget.

Forgiveness of one’s self,

is the only way to put guilt upon a  shelf,

live out one’s life, free

to walk this plane and be

as one with this universe.

As I come to the end of this verse,

we will never see beyond the veil,

for there is no one who may tell the tale

of what the future will hold,

no one who knows the tale to be told.

Time is the keeper, of all we have come to know.

Time is the transporter, taking us to where we will go.

What ever is to be our destination ?,

it has been of our own creation.

B. J. “ A” 2

May 26^th 2012

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I often wonder what we have been,

to others, what have they seen ?

Have we been cruel ?, have we been mean ?

Is our soul calm, cool and serene ?

Questions ?, it does seem,

are all that is left for me

as we reach out to the sea

of subconscious knowledge,

walk the razors edge,

into the unknown,

will all be shown ?

B. J. "A" 2

May 13th 2012



Time's Deserts

As One, walks the desert sands of time,

Oases, do appear, quenghes the soul's thirst,

A moment later, like ever shifting sands,

Is soon gone, vissions of, erased by wind's design.

Memory ?, was it a dream ?, a reality ?,

Or just a mirage ?,an illusion ?, to delude oneself.

A Companion, to leave another set of foot prints ?,

As One, walks the ever shifting sands of time,

On One's own, all alone ?

B. J. "A" 2

May 6th 2012