Life ???

Is not but a series of fractured illusions, shadows emanating from time immemorial.
Slithering in and out of times passage between sun’s rise and sun slipping beneath the horizon.

Shadows no longer represent anything , for they have permeated, instigated, become an intricate,
Inseparable part of the darkness, a black hole, which became an elaborate part of the subconscious desire.

Splinters of one’s being, fragments of one’s essence pressed between the pages of one’s history.
A history reflected upon shards from broken mirrors that once was reality, now filling empty spaces.

Spaces that once, as a hole, refracted the moments that resembled images of a reality, are now put pieces.
Pieces of a puzzle that made up the heart, soul and essence of mankind that we thought we did know.

B. J. “A ” 2

November 27^th, 2020

 

Life behind these eyes

This old body, harboured among so many artifacts.
My Spirit wanders the spaces within my four cornered rooms.

My Soul searches for meaning beyond the bars of my steel cage.  .
My heart beats against the walls of my memories hoard.

Blood pumping, awakening the essence of what is stored.
My nights becoming the life what should be my days.

Slipping my mind into neutral, sound and electromagnetic waves carry.
Living vicariously through the eyes, imaginations, the talents of others.

Writers producers, directors, camera create and bring to the screen.
That one eyed monster, the cathode tube that carries one beyond.

Awareness of space time continuum, its linear journey lost to me.
Consciousness of times passing no longer has any relevance. 

Seconds into minutes, hours, days, weeks months, years, a lifetime
One elongated stream, without destination, meaning or substance.

Carried off into the sun set, carried on the wings of solar winds.
Particles of time, connected, never seen by these tired old eyes.

Reaching, with both hands into the ether, the four corners of this universe.
Habits, rituals, routines dominate, no longer cognizant of times movements.

 Days have become night, many hours spent in a bed of water.
Lost in dream land, where the subconscious brings to life ones history.

 Stories told, be they positive, negative, indifferent or be they illusions.
A surrealistic representations of unfinished business, of desired unfulfilled.

On occasion, a vision, a premonition, something beyond a reflection.
For the most part, a desire to, once again, to experience the essence of.

Passions, desires, a life no longer afforded a disabled, indigent senior.
Only in the images played out upon the back of ones eye lids.

Painted upon canvases, woven into tapestries, displayed on TV screens.
Phantasmagorias that elucidate a life, some regrets, a life consumed.

B. J. “A ” 2

January 24^ht, 2021

We delude ourselves.

 There is an act that is supposed to protect our privacy.
It is, in the larger scheme of thing, not but a fantasy.

It is not but a means to have us feel safe, an illusion.
This act can be circumvented, simply, confusion.

All one has to do is take the time and apply.
The powers that be, simple for them to spy.

As they secretly do, always keeping a watchful eye.
Open, searching violating the privacy of you and I.

Privacy ???, with the governments eye in the sky.
Cameras on the roads, in buildings, privacy but a lie

Big brother is watching us !!!
There is nothing left to discuss

B. J. “A ” 2

  February 24^th 2021 

Life

 

Life ???

 

 

 What once was, can no longer be

You where the light !!!, you where the sunshine of my days !!!

You filled the night !!!, you where the essence of my ways !!!

A remnant of, has lingered on for these past ten years,

carrying me through the darkness, the mist of tears

 

I have watched your exotic beauty, that of a setting sun,

continually reaching out to the horizon, on a fast paced run,

as you silently slip over the edge, letting your memories fade away,

into the murky blackness of history, gone am I, left on my own to stay

 

within my memories hoard, reminiscing of  the beauty you brought me

October was the end days of what was and the start of what is to be.

October 2020, ten years later, it appears the end has finally come.

Not a word in response tells me what ?, it is leaving me numb.

 

I realize !!!, and must accept the fact that you have moved on.

That I no longer can hold your interest, not even as a friend upon

the waning winds of times passing. Like all things on this plain my Dear,

you have rightly let go, of what I felt as beautiful moments, leaving me in fear

 

that you are the last experience I will ever know, the last beauty I will ever touch,

love, know affection, and passion with. Memories of you are now my crutch

as I traverse these last, empty miles towards that happy hunting ground

to know, that on matter what, nothing on this plane will turn around.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

October 18^th 2020

Caves