Escaping
escaping
the confines of the heart. soul, consciousness
of
this old spirit that wants to hang on so
-
no desire, no inclination to let it all go
even
though the last breaths of hope
seep
out of the lungs of love –
but
knows, it is all lost on the winds of indifference.
Indifference,
she seems to be soaring on
to
new plateaus, to higher planes
of
expectations – to be met – by ?
This
heart becoming an alone orphan
among
the crowds of lovers – coalescing,
bringing
to, giving to, sharing each to the other.
B. J. “A” 2
October 5th 2008
Illusionary Images
A black cloud, hangs heavy over head –
casting shadows.
Clouds, permeating blue skies – images of,
coalesce,
from the multitudes of representations –
imagined.
A cloud that often rained down blue tears
- tears that are drowning all the hope and
desires.
Solar winds, blowing cosmic dust, tearing at
this heart
ripping
apart the clouds, dissipating their essence,
leaving particles, specks of, to drift
apart, become invisible.
This naked eye, the minds eye, never saw a rainbow
reflected in tear drops that hung off this
pot of Gold.
The story told, – nothingness ? – her world
so cold.
B. J. “A” 2
October 5th 2008
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