Nowhere Men

Roads have been long ones, for many an old man

who traversed every path, without having a plan.

Always flying, vicariously, by the seat of our pants.

Fighting many a battle, never in states of rants.

We just bears it, and carry on with the good fight

as our days, on gossamer wings, take flight

into accepting that journey, into that good night

as we wonder, ponder all that laid before our sight.

B. J. “A” 2

April 26^th 2017

The Light

When the lights of this reality,

this dimension, this plane, dim.

Will they be bright on the other side

or just ghostly shadows, gray and grim?

Which will light up your journey?

Freedom that comes with letting go

or a prisoner of this plan ?, by hanging on

to what transpired, that grounded your soul.

B. J. “ A ” 2

April 15^th 2017

A Journey

 

Upon many a rough and rocky street

have walked these tired, blistered, old feet.

 

Down many a dark alley they doth roam

towards that dimension, soon to be home.

 

So many tell a story of what lies ahead,

fill our brains, where our lives will be lead.

Some believe that dead is dead.

Others believe what books have said.

 

Will we ???, in the end, come to meet

and that last dance, be a delicious treat ?

 

B. J. “A ” 2

April 6^th 2017

Pink

Pink, is the blessed colour of Love.

Pink, from one’s knee, the heaven above.

OH !, to French kiss those sweet pink lips.

One eyeing those shapely, gorgeous hips.

On that journey one takes to heavenly bliss.

No woman, in the pink, should ever miss.

B. J. “A ” 2

April 2^nd 2017