Beautiful Eyes !

A thousand Eyes,
Looking into ?

As I look out my window, there,
hundreds of Autumn Green Eyes, stare,
they dance on the breath of cold, cruel winds,
bowing beneath the caresses of rain drops -
there, hanging, kissed by the grips of cool air -
on the finger tips of these Autumn days,
reaching out, touching the hands,
of the grim reaper, as he stands
on the threshold, of Winter's dream,
a new tomorrow, that will Spring
to life in another season.

Reason ?

I am reminded of you,
Who, I can never forget.

B.J."A" 2

October 17th 2009

CONFLICTED .

Conflicted !

Could it be possible to fain ambivalence ?,
in a world full of pain, in pain without romance
and love from the heart and soul of one's desire.

All the while, this one's heart is still on fire,
pining away for the one who, a funeral pyre
is the last place this heart, she has relegated.

Realization !, that is where this one has been fated
to live out his end days in quiet desperation.
For so many, it has become our coarse, our destination.

B.J."A" 2

October 11th 2009

Fate

Fate

In the guiding hands of Karmic, force ?,

directs the soul of One, on life's coarse ?

This One, knows only to well, I must confess,

just how much One, Fate, Karma, can make of life, a mess

Can it be that Fate, is but a court Jester,

played by the hands of a Planetary Enforcer,

that master manipulator, the Cosmic Puppeteer,

who leads One, to see life through a crystal tear,

a multi facet, rainbow refracted, look into One's fears,

fear in all it's colours, across the face of One's years,

reflected in the looking glass, upon the face of many mirrors,

realizing that life for many, are but years - of many horrors.

B.J."A" 2

October 2nd 2009, in the twilight hour .

Princess

PRINCESS,

Thoughts you will never know.

There are some, who get to see their dreams
live them, know their reality.

There are those, who never see those dreams,
nor care to become a part of them.

There are some, who's reason for living,
is to try and dissipate the essence of anther's dreams.

There are those, who are souls that become,
a spot light, shinning brightly upon other,s dreams.

There are some, who love nothing more than be a part,

of positive dreams - other's and their own.

There are those, who's lives, their dreams,

are not but nightmares in the light of their days.

B.J."A" 2

September 27th 2009

Incomplete ! with out you .

Incomplete, Unsung Songs

Many have been the rhymes, many lyrics for you.
In the dream, you create the theme's tunes, they come through.

Within them, could have been the birth of many a beautiful song.
Many a hit written to carry us - together - along,
into a future where nothing would go wrong,
nothing - that is - that could break the heart of this song.

Then lucidity came to this dreamer, an awakening shone,
a light !, a reality lies before, - not the dream - it lives on
into the waking hours, - what is known - it is all gone!

How does one shut down ?, close that door ?,
feel the pain, the heart ache never more.

B.J."A" 2

September ( the midnight hour ) 25th / 26th 2009

Life's adventures .

A JOURNEY

Life's journey is upon the thought train,

down de rail of heart ache and pain.

Salome, she occupies my every hour - an obsession! ?

This be my psychology?, this be my confession !

The Lady became the very essence of my dreams.

A nightmare ?, has it become ?, it now seems.

How does one let go?, find the shores of peaceful streams ?

How does one hang on ?, find a way to create seams ?

Could all this be nothing more then a means ?,

by which one might separate the obsession from the dreams.

B.J."A" 2

September 21st 2009

Obsessions

Madness ?, Walking.

Insanity ?, Talking.

Life has not always been a walk in the park,

more often than not - a long and winding road

through the shadows - not hidden by the dark.

Life has not always been on the straight and narrow path,

but it is a journey that one takes towards a trail

that will lead one towards the end of a long lane,

a lane that egresses the lush green of life's adventures,

away from all that led one into those desolate lands,

of deserts - dry, mountain tops - cold, north and south poles -

earth's ends, outer space - life anew - no more a heavy load.

B.J."A" 2

September 21st 2009