Upon the Winds

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Delicate are Kites, guided by the hands of Fate.

Upon guileless winds, they are carried on high.

 

Held aloft, for a time, going nowhere,

as they drift upon invisible waves, to and fro.

 

Maintaining various levels of altitude,

for as long as they are able.

 

At times, the hands of Fate,

loose their imperceptible hold.

 

With that, comes a crash and burn !

Some will, inevitably, remain grounded.

 

Others will find courage and strength,

and like the Phoenix, rise up again.

B. J. “A ” 2

July 12^th 2015

The faces of Duality

 
What a strange and mysterious creature.
The two, distorted faces of human nature.
 
Are they given birth, deep within the subconscious ?
Or are they a deliberate creation of the conscious ?
 
What is there in one’s personality ?
That makes their duality, their reality !
 
For those that play this troubling game,
in the faces of the innocent, there is a name !
 
B. J. “A ” 2
June 5^th 2015

Images of a mind

A mirage.

A portage

 

between there

and where

 

one may find

essence of mind.

 

The subconscious,

the conscious

 

may not enter.

Doors do hinder.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

May 5^th 2015

Propitious is Auspicious

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Could it be ?, as the road doth beckon.

Not likely to ever be again, I do reckon

 

I will not likely again, know that glory.

Never again be able to write that story.

 

Of a time, when a young man’s heart turns,

his soul, in transition, constantly yearns

 

as his spirit, on fire, reaches out, it burns

to the ground, nothing left, that concerns

 

humanity, in its indifference to life,

it’s journey and that road, rife

 

with so many great adventures gone wild

in the hands of Mother Nature’s child.

 

B. J. “A” 2

May 4^th 2015

A Moment to Cherish

It came without any connection.

It bore some fruit, a celebration ?

 

A pleasant moment

came - and it went.

 

It left without connection.

No expressed affection.

 

What does it mean ?

This empty scene.

A Moment to Cherish

Left me hollow.

Difficult to swallow.

 

This hurt heart

became the start

 

of  questions – why

a tear filled eye ?

 

Why feeling choke

in my constricted throat ?

 

Is it repulsion ?

Is it unworthiness ?

 

B. J. “A” 2

April 23^rd 2015

Essondale

 

The very essence of River View.

Troubled souls, intimately knew,

 

as their distressed lives, their deep scars.

lay imprisoned, behind, cold, steel bars

 

as they lived out their lives in quiet desperation.

Silently screaming, knowing there was no salvation

 

until their spirits, their souls reached an end

to the road they travelled, finding the next bend.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

April 22nd 2015

Heart Beat

 

And the beat goes on and on.

Fari, belts out the souls song

 

of all mankind does wrong

to hearts of First Nations throng.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

April 10^th 2015