Missed moments

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Wasted years of ?, one doth lament.

They lay heavy, like shoes of cement.

One, who walks through their days, in constant fret,

wonder what ?, tomorrow they will begin to regret.

One must forget all the above.

Walk through life full of love.

Love, one must, for oneself.

This will take them off the shelf.

A glorious journey will begin.

Adventures galore, to step within.

Jump right into every moment, with both feet.

Sucking all the life out of them, this is the feat.

Life is far too short a journey to take.

Live it to the fullest, for heaven’s sake.

B. J. “A ” 2

April 29^th 2016

A Place of Creation

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Telephone City, Wayne Gretzky’s home town, the place of my birth.

Thirty three years, I played, worked and walked this piece of earth.

Given - by Sir Frederick Haldimand, “ Haldimand Proclamation, ” -

to the Iroquois, six miles, each side of the Grand River, the six Nation

Reserve, from its source to its mouth ( 950,000 acres ) 904,000 eradicated,

46,000 acres left for the Mohawk, Cayuga, Onondaga, the rest confiscated.

as the Oneida, Seneca and Tuscarora are left to share this land.

Most taken by many devious means at the white man’s hand.

This is the place I grew up, the place that educated me.

The mean Streets of Brantford, forty years I seldom see.

Three thousand miles, forty two years away.

Life has been, in many ways, lived within a fray.

Home is where the soul, the spirit, the heart is, anyway.

So out here in beautiful B. C., is where I will stay.

B. J. “A” 2

April 4^th 2016

Welcome to your new Home

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