Possible Futures

For some of us, what was to be our future?,

now lies upon the decomposing pages of our past.

We have let it slip through our fingers,

like sand slipping through the neck of an hour glass.

The only reminder, dust clinging to its inside walls.

Hazy, delusional images of what could have, should have been.

Unfortunately !!!, never to be lived, never to be seen,

upon the undulating waves, the mirrored image of this plane.

And so we walk through this life waiting to come around again,

knowing what now exists for us are but moments to live.

This being all that we, life, karma, fate, the universe has to give

us, us who have left our dreams, our future in the hands of destiny.

B. J. “ A ” 2

October 19^th 2016

Discerning Eyes

So beautiful are many a woman’s derrière.

Perfectly shaped, full, round and oh so fair.

A sculpture worthy of the masters, beyond compare.

The sight of, brings men’s minds, his eyes to stare

 at such wonder, the beauty of Mother Natures design

and the desire of oh so many, wishing it were mine

to pat, to caress, to admire, to compliment, to define.

But alas, never to touch, unless the lady be so kind.

Giving ecstasy to every man’s desirous mind.

Allowing him to define, in order to refine

his insatiable taste

without any haste.

B. J. “A” 2

October 3^rd 2016

Karma

That is life

Times have informed me, “ you will reap what you sow ”.

Times passing – these words, deep – I have come to know.

Throughout the years, many moments have come to show,

throughout time, my progenies’ tears, they come and they go

throwing life’s rivers into raging torrents as it doth flow

towards unknown planes, new dimension that doth glow,

in their darkness, as spirits, as souls begin a journey to grow

until we all come back to that place which we once did know

B. J. “A ” 2

October 3^rd 2016

Journeys

My journeys, my adventures through time

have come to you on the wings of many a rhyme.

There are delightful blisses, heart breaking sorrows,

from the past, in the here and now, in my tomorrows.

Tomorrows, being the future we may not know.

Tomorrows, promised to no one, we may not go

into that space , that place in futures time,

except for psychics, writers of prose and rhyme.

The essence of my checkered past, my history,

have come to you through many a sad story.

Ninety two volumes, in honest detail, do tell

of this foolish man, seventy three, who fell

from the walls, onto the wrong side of life’s glory,

to live out a life of ???,  this be a part of my story.

The many adventures, journeys coming to an end

as I slowly saunters upon a path to the next bend.

B. J. “A ” 2

September 28^th 2016

The fallacies in the lives of disabled’s

A torrential downpour of tears, profusely flowed

upon seeing / hearing what a blind, autistic boy showed

of a world, we know not, beneath the surface lies,

behind the sightlessness of these worldly eyes

A world beyond any possible comprehension.

A world to which we offer our compassion.

What a universe, within, for us to see

as they put themselves on display, set free

all that lies within their physical disability,

to give us glimpses of their hidden ability.

Every so often, one excels, shows what is inside,

where so many others live, and from us hide.

B. J. “ A ” 2

September 21^st 2016

Riverview

A River of psyche’s hope, of shattered dreams.

A view, lost in darkness, disturbed minds it seems.

Rivers of confused visions and emotions.

Views, buried within turbulent commotions.

A River that meanders through the trees.

A view of tranquility, distressed minds it frees.

Riverview, soon to become government / developers fare

Riverview, its essence, government / developers do not care.

Rivers of government / developers insatiable greed.

Views of coffers overflowing, deep pockets to feed.

B. J. “A ” 2

September 7^th 2016

Melanie, where is she ???

My patience has reached a ceiling.

Much too heavy is this feeling

I get when I get no consideration.

Your total lack of appreciation

breaks my troubled heart

with each and every new start

I become in evolved in.

These journeys, what sin.

I feel that I have reached an end.

Your attitudes, I no longer care to defend,

justify as a product of your drug addiction.

This must be my sad and final conviction.

You, my Dear, have made your choices.

I have had enough of these drug induced voices.

I do not want to believe that this is you,

yet, you come out, in word, in all you do,

that doth convince me that you are

- once beautiful -, now a  falling star.

My wish is, that Creekside offers hope

for us all, that you clean up, get off the dope.

Love

A sad Dad  

 B . J . “ A ” 2

September 2^nd 2016