With all the Love, Hope and Dreams
I have for You Both !!! Love Dad .

My pretty, little, sweat, delicate Butterflies,
spread your newborn wings, fly high into the skies,
far from the screaming threats, sarcasms and hostility,
and into peaceful dreams, in the lands of tranquility
where, in your impressionable, wise,  mind’s eye,
you may come to know not, fear that is in your nightly cry.

To turn ?, I do not know where,
as it seems, all I do is worry and sigh
living in this futile, old world of darkness and despair,
where, all I think about is your futures and cry.

I truly hope that you never come to know, in depth, what it is to be sad,
only come to know happiness in life, to live your lives and be glade,
is the hopes, dreams and desires of your troubled dad,
who’s day dreams and nightmares are far to sad
for my two little Butterflies, who’s lives I fear may turn out bad.

My heart ache weeps like Niagara Falls, bleeds profusely for you two,
and without courage ?, this is all I seem to do.  
I will try, my Angels, to give you my very best
and pray that all else will be laid to rest.


As you get older and your knowledge continues to grow,
I hope that you will understand and get to know
why it is, that this was all your mother and me could show,
of our parenting skills riding the winds of nurturing that blow
across the landscapes, of heritage, of genetics, of family history.
All these forces that create the parenting mystery !!!

B. J. “A ” 2
Winter of 1988 / 1989
Revised September 4^th 2013

Discovered !, this day, the truth .
A night of passion planned for another,
 covered up by thick, fluffy clouds of deception,
an innocent impotence, added to make the lies believable.

Your physical beauty and innocence captured and swept me away.
Your “con”vincinging lies, expressed, lead my heart and wisdom astray.
You have taken, of my eager, trusting heart and now !, left it no way.
You have taken and taken, left nothing but, for me to pay and pay.
You have ruled our lives, I have let you for what seems, forever and a day.
You have had no right, there are no reasons, no excuses, it is not Okay.

You are not to blame, I walked in knowing your game, I was not blind.
I know you have a heart ?, I know it is there,
 it is somewhere ?,
 if it where only kind.
You have known me, from deep within, you chose me not, did not care,
 you forgot and I will never fill your mind.

You have been running all your life, with that cool image and empty soul.
Your deceitful, lying, heartless heart – oh how well I have come to know.
Your inner being, I believed ( from the top of my heart ), would grow.
You are forgiven, there is nothing more, no were else to go,
 this is all that this old soul is able to do.
Your being, your actions, the truth about who you are, I already knew !  
Your life’s direction, from now on, I hope will not parallel, but travel a new.

B. J. “A ” 2
May 12^th 1992

Life’s Hues

 Sliver of rainbow experiences slip through the cracks of memories hoard,

where all lives in the shadows of subconscious content, continues to be stored

until woven into a tapestry of a moment kissed, then into the conscious mind

where the essence, the colours, nationalities, come to light, whom to me where so kind.

 

Upon crystalized tear drops, beautiful colours, reflected hues refracted.

Fragmented elements of a checkered life so protracted,

leaves one to wonder why ???, and for what reasons ???,

has this life’s force been able to defeat the Grim Reaper, at his game, a dozen times.

This life’s force having seen so much of life’s changing Seasons,

and been guided by an unseen force, into writing so many rhymes,

of which some have been relatively good, but oh so sad

and many others, unquestionably, oh so bad !

This begs the question, why ?, has this life been put on the line

so many, many times and come out unscathed and doing just fine.

B. J. “A ” 2

August 30th 2013

Reminiscence

The passionate winds of days gone by,

metamorphosed into soft breezes, and we sigh.

With each passing day, a little we die,

looking to the heavens, filling our inner eye

with a diamond tear drop, and we cry.

Reminiscing of all we did try

as we took wing and did fly

- for a brief moment in time –

with all that made life sublime.

Endings, such a crime !

 B. J. “A” 2

August 20^th 2013

Rumination

 

Pain !, what a depressing situation !

Gain !, is what one derives, with creation.

If life’s story were only written by the hand

of us alone, we would surely be a different man !

 

Oh !, how great our lives would be
 if we, but could or would see

 

 that the resonance of hate

is the sound that will destroy.

 

The sonifications of love can deploy

waves that can, harmony create !

 

This I must state,

“ we can not leave it up to fate ! ”

B. J. "A" 2

June 21st 2013

Reaching an end

 To the long running “ Repetition / The never ending story

of a Polish Princess, and the Canadian Frog ”.

Lifted has become the veil, the misty fog

of love’s insanity, it’s blinding glory.

I think that it all, had a redundancy

and that may be ?, the true essence of me !

I wonder if cathartic expressions be the cure ?,

or will I, forever more, traverse this plane and endure ?

 

 B. J. "A" 2

June 21st 2013

A thousand eyes,

Looking into ?

 

As I look out my window, there,

thousands of Autumn Green Eyes, stare.

 

They dance on the breath of cold, cruel winds,

blowing beneath the caresses of rain drops,

- there, hanging in the grips of cold air –

in the hands of these Autumn days.

 

They are reaching out, touching the hands

of the Grim Reaper, as he stands.

 

There, upon the threshold of Winter’s dream,

a new tomorrow, that will Spring

to life in another season.

 

Reason

 

I am reminded of you my Dear.

You, whom I will never forget, I fear.

B.J."A" 2
October 17th 2009