This day is Bright !

Thoughts take Flight .

Music – the companion of my soul !

Books – the confidants to my mind !

Daughters – the reasons for life to know

more than experience has allowed me to find

in a life where todays existence

is little more than yesterday’s experience

brought to the surface – from time to time –

in thought, in memory of what was sublime

living, knowing, movements written in rhyme

unfettered by strings, shackles and chains

that tie, bind, weigh down so nothing remains

of the life that once was embraced with enthusiasm,

– kissed passionately !, the mouths of opportunism –

all its expressions, hugged its passing with gratitude

for all that this poor old soul was allowed to include

in its brightness, as it burned holes through the black

fabric of times passed, leaving scares, no longer visible

yet still felt in the waning light, but not looking back

at the passing or being passed, no matter how credible

it gives cause for one to wonder, what was truly of value ?,

being passed on, what light did I shed to guide ?

it seems as though, nothing did I provide

to warm and comfort, each troubled soul

these Daughters of my dreams I do not know.

Forces

Inspirations, the force in talent that leads on,

lives on while the unsure, insecure follow, drift, or gone,

carried away by murky waters in roadside ditches,

until it’s all gone, left by the wayside, life with bitches

 Father, Daughter Dilemma

Ships passing in the night

 Daughter, Father – two cosmic souls – alone,

who are on the run, empty ships, made of stone.

Stripped clean, rudderless, floundering in life’s seas.

Slipping through fog laden blackness of night, sees

not, but lack of freedom, because of lack of sight,

unable to discern the truth, or know what is right.

Each heard by the other, their sad notes sent into the mist

as they cry out for each other – reach out in need and missed.

They blast out their warning, “ not to close ”, for danger

lies in contact – opening up, setting free ? – be a stranger,

the essence of their distorted shadows, shadows that barely touch

in the night, during sun light, in their flight, and such

is the journey as they skim the cold waters of life’s surface,

– even though, as one from out of the cosmic gene pool –

 seldom see, seldom come together – come face to face,

realizing, in the fray, that each is being but a fool

as they touch, for a brief moment, in cosmic space,

space shrouded in misty clouds, clouds of fog,

 and then, as strangers in the night, pass in silence.

Ripples, echoes, permeate, the only trace

that shows the distance from whence they came,

upon turbulent wakes created by each passing place

on their journey, lending credence to the distance

of where it stands ?, in all likelihood, antipodal is its name.

The Soul

Living beings essence, their source of energy,

that which brings them to being a part of the whole.

That place, that space within which I often write

has now been brought down into a conscious state.

A state nothing more than the shallowness of a pizza pie,

satisfying ones enormous, gastronomic gluttony

that has our glorious souls relegated to, I see,

I hear, in the commercialism of every TV.

I mourn the loss of energy, of the essence of our souls.

Computers, TVs, games, a strange world of words, of images,

the meanings of which we are now living with, living in

this illusory state of virtual reality are so many,

yet, no more so than in times, thousands of years ago, when,
 man took facts, twisted them to suite his beliefs, his need to hide

reality, from reality so that he could manipulate, control,

live out his days with some sense of meaning, of purpose.

B. J. “A” 2

June 8^th 2002