The weight of time

 

Many of us seem to carry time, all its weight,

into the present, see it not, call it our fate,

and without insight, without knowledge, state,

it was my nurturing, it’s my nature that brought me forward,

into what I have become – a prisoner of this mental ward -,

where all experienced, all one is, is forever in memories hoard.

The echoes of, constantly bouncing off the inner wall

of that long, and ever winding hall,

 where, if not strong, you will surly take a fall.

So, do not let the past squeeze your coglionis.

Do not hide behind masks, be phonies.

Have coglionis made of stonies

 B. J. “A” 2

April 25^th 2014

Linda

You have come into my life, bright

and curious, you tried to shine some light

into those black recesses, those dark corners, caves

of my being, and in some ways created waves

that stirred life from what has lain dormant

for so long, try to remember, I can’t.

Curiosity became the dream, it did seem,

of all that I, at one time, had been.

That dream, in turn, becomes the hope

to stop that slow slide, down that slippery slope

towards the future you could see, want to realize,

want me to be a part of and help you materialize,

you could visualize but I have become a disillusionment.

A shatterer of dreams, of hopes, a disappointment

I see, I hear, I feel in your reaction

to most of my thoughtless actions

without signs of, without satisfaction

from any or all of my reactions.

 So my Dear, never fear, for here, I will be, your friend

 

until that day comes, when you decide to bring an end

to what we do have, do share and do enjoy.

Until that time comes, - when we need to be coy,

no longer have, no longer share, no longer employ

all that once gave us a measure of joy.

Long after, when the road reaches that bend

and separate ways we shall go, - I’ll still be your boy toy.

B. J. “A ” 2

March 7^th 2003

C. P. P. A Battle

Oh !, if only I be a keen eagle,

able to see into what is legal.

I have to fly into the darkness – I must

search out, I must find out what is just

 

among reams of legislations they call

just for our society, and so, will I fall

prey, to what they will say, is the legal way ?

Will I have to wait ?, for what will become my fate.

Or do I stand up against injustice and say,

enough of violating the charter of rights, state,

it is time to take out of the hands of government man,

his creation, of what has been laid down for us in this land.

I will be standing up against, I will not be counted out !

At the top of my lungs, I will be heard, loudly, as I shout

about the injustice, the prejudice, the discrimination

perpetrated, hoping to bring justice, for us, in this nation.
 

 B. J. “A ” 2
March 7^th 2003

Untitled

As we reach into dawns early light,

dissipating sleep, sleep being the blindfold

covering our conscious eye from sight

of hidden truths - stories to be told,

we might just find, if we remove sleep

from our subconscious, cast off that blindfold

so that we might be free, to behold

that which – in you and me – lies deep

within the cracks, the recesses of our soul.

Seeing, is for you and me, a way to know,

seeds to sow – blossoms within, not to keep –

blossoms to show, grow into freedom

so that – uninhibited – to the kingdom

we may go – as innocent as we came,

leaving behind all we learned in the game

of mortal life with all it’s strife – rife

with all that tears mortal man apart,

his spirit, his soul, into slices by Fate’s knife,

laying him prostrate, torn asunder.

Pure energy, a new life, new ways, a new start.

Is this what is to be ? , I am left to wonder ?

B. J. “A” 2
March 5^th 2003

Impotent

Unable to fertilize

Like flocks of Doves, on the wing,

words of love, you want me to sing.

To your heart, love you want me to bring,

instead, all you receive – arrows that sting,

for truth is my thing, that bell I must ring.

There seems nothing more, not another thing

I can do for me, or am able to do for you

that can make our dreams come true.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

March 4^th 2003

A journey into inner space, via Meditation .

In a relaxed state, of beauty, meditative reverie,

visions of you, upon crystal petals, came to me.

In this beautiful dance, across space – Meditation -

with you, I love to do, what fascination,

a subconscious projection, a visualization.

You in dance, upon crystal, lotus blossoms, towards me,

a translucent, crystal figure of pure light, for me to see.

You take me into your tender arms, connect.

We slip into each other, become as one, perfect

in every way, the dance begins and I know,

with every move, rainbow colours will flow

through us two, as one, from you, it begins to show

with every swirl, with every twirl, as all doth unfurl

and I, to you, am everything I would love to be,

this you would see, let yourself truly be, and with me,

take wing, soar high above, with me, fly free.

Free !, as we hope for the Red Tailed hawk we found.

Broken, injured, floundering upon the ground.

May she heal, her wing, her leg, become sound.

B. J. “A ” 2

April 21st, 2014

My dear Xiao Ling .

The road awaits, it doth sing .

OH ! to spend this day with you – such pleasure !!!,

for me, it would be, what a wonderful treasure !!!

Harrison, patiently awaits our coming.

Acers of many coloured Tulips, beckoning.

The skies of soft Salvador Dali, blue,

waiting to shine down upon me and you.

B. J. “A” 2

April 18^th 2014