History’s moments

Ghostly shadows, will-o'-the-wisp, St Elmo’s Fire

slip through the cracks of my memories desire

to hang on, they resurface, lying upon a funeral pyre.

For a brief moment, they light up today’s sky,

reflections upon the surface of my inner eye,

before they burnout, dust on the winds, fly.

Memories get bogged down in thoughts quagmire,

creating a stillness, discontinuing what today doth require

to take one past, reach for the stars, climb so much higher.

B. J. “A” 2

April 2^nd, 2016

Valentines

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There is such a beautiful grace,

I see, every time I look into your face.

I wish to be your Valentine’s, this to be my place,

deep within your heart, not to be, by Buddha’s grace.

This I must realize and accept, this I must face.

Know that within your heart, I have no place.

To know that my soul will never discern your grace,

in any deep manner, sadly, distorts my face

B. J. “A ” 2

March, 1st, 2016

No other way

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Materially - I live with the past, I see no other way.

Financially – I no longer live in the past, I see no other way.

Romantically - I no longer live in the past, I see no other way

for this helpless romantic, but to live with the past, I see no other way.

In my old age – I live my life, like I did in the past, , I see no other way.

On my final journey – like throughout the past, on my own, I see no other way.

B. J. “A ” 2

January 14^th 2016

Swan Song

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I have thought, said this before !!!

It is time to let go, close that door !!!

Reminisce no longer, think of Her no more !!!

All the evidence leads to one conclusion !!!

I have been living these years in an illusion !!!

Could it be ?, the evidence is just confusion !!!

I do not want to open my eyes,

wake up, have to accept, realize

I have been living in a world of lies

hoping, once again, she’d be my prize.

All my beautiful dreams seem to be jaded

pieces of a tapestry, who’s images have faded,

to undiscernible flakes of time before this eye,

as the years have imperceptibly drifted on by.

In the end, will my own words, I hear ?

Will I pay heed ?, let go without any fear

that my last great love will no longer be near ?

B. J. “A” 2
January 3^rd 2016

Lost Soul - Troubled Spirit

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Melanie !!!, Melanie !!!,  Melanie !!!

What has taken you to the edge ???, again !!!

What is dragging you into that abyss ???

Why are you slipping back into that black hole ???

 

What is it ??? causing you such pain !!!

What is it ??? we are seeming to miss !!!,

that is ripping you apart, steeling your soul !!!

 

From this self-destructive behavior, you need to refrain !!!

You need to get beyond !!!, find some bliss !!!

Find some answers, come to know

 

the amount of stress, the amount of strain

you are inflicting within your body, for you can kiss

it all goodbye if you soon, do not let it all  go !!!

B. J. “A ” 2 - Dad

December 29^th 2015

Life’s companions

 

With what Ghosts will I saunter down that last mile ?

How many ?, will keep me company, make me smile.

 

Fill these empty footsteps, yet, all the while,

make that journey one, forever to remember

 

long after it was terminated that fateful September.

A time when it became clear, this was the end

 

and we would never walk again, but I, as a friend

for these long five years where I try hard to fend.

B. J. “A” 2

December 24^th 2015

Fentanyl, and  All

Grim Reapers, on call !!!

 

Dark days in the clutches of fentanyl,

have been your journey, your down fall !

 

Are you realizing the essence of its call ?

NOTHING will be left, NOTHING at all !

 

Many of your years, have been such a waste !,

as you reach out, towards an end, in such haste.

 

What is it, that we can do ?, for you,

to help you get past, to start anew.

 

It seems that there is but a sad view,

for us, who want to help you through.

 

That Beautiful little Girl !, who knew ?,

- what seeds ?, deep within, that grew

 

into this debilitating, destructive drug addiction -,

what it’d do to all who care, want your resurrection !

 

All we desire !, is for you to see the light !,

step out of the darkness, stand up and fight !

 

From drug addiction and death, take flight !

Look into a mirror, see, do what is right !

 

Help us all alleviate what is our fear !!!

Help us Daughter, help us my Dear !!!

B. J. “A ” 2

December 2^nd 2015