Last thoughts ???

 

She reached in, touched the heart of my soul !

I once, kissed away the dew from her eyes.

 

Her soul, her heart, I truly do not know,

nor do I know, what ?, behind her heart lies.

 

I can only guess at what doth show

within the essence of her many sighs.

 

Upon solar winds that doth blow.

Upon silver wings high in the skies.

 

Tomorrow descends, she will arrive.

For a moment my heart will come alive.

 

I cannot help but want so much more.

Even if it has been five years,

 

since she closed that beautiful door.

Now, when I think of her, it is always with tears

 

washing up, upon memories, sandy shore.

Memories of her never fade away, again

 

and again, written in the subconscious, they remain

a constant flow, the essence of many a refrain.

 

Happy Birthday my Love !!!

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 29^th 2015

Exotic, Oriental, Beauty

 

She has been my cup of tea !

Sweet as honey, this she be !

 

Times have become translucent.

Hard to feel the essence of her sent.

 

Sunday - taking her to a silver bird.

Across the ocean – Beijing I heard.

 

Five times, I have taken her to leave.

Five times, I came back to retrieve.

 

During five years, we still communicate.

Getting back together – not to be my fate.

 

She will be my last cup of tea.

She will be the last love I will see.

 

Like the essence of translucent time.

It is easy to see through my rhyme.

 

B. J. “A” 2

 

August 19^th 2015

The world

of Invasions

 

Like a virus, europeans came, tried to eliminate.

What they did not, abused !!!, trying to assimilate.

 

With such arrogance, greed, their evil hand,

coned, stole, raped and pillaged First Nations, land.

 

The Spanish, also – from afar they came.

In South America, they did the same.

The world over, this was their game plan !!!
to conquer the worlds indigenous man

 

Two beautiful continents – once so pristine.

After four hundred years, never again to be seen,

 

as greed, profit, the desire to control - by the few -

leaves so very little of what our forefathers once knew.

 

Our air, our land, has been poisoned by industrial waste.

Our foods, genetically manipulated, poisoned for profit haste.

 

We are living longer, yet with more disease.

Doctors fill us with poisonous chemicals, to ease,

 

yet, we are ever more stressed, living life distressed,

but are all our ills just masked, or truly addressed ?
 

B. J. “A ” 2

July 23^rd 2015

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

 

Everything was created to perfection.

Order and harmony was its reflection.

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

 

Are a world unto them selves .

Man portraying his pigmy elves.

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

 

We - a voice creating a wilderness.

Many try not  to, this I must confess.

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

|Are we able to become the salvation ?

for Mother Earth, Mother Natures creation.

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

 

Will the meek stand up and tower

over the strangest Creature’s power ?

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

 

Is faced with inevitable doom

as this little blue planet lowers the boom.

 

The strangest Creature !!!

On this little blue planet.

B. J. “A” 2

July 22^nd 2015

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