Contemplation
Upon the decaying tree of life.
A man contemplates, sits alone,
adrift upon the sea of life.
Rainbows - a holographic universe
lies before tired, old eyes.
In life… all changes, it dies.
Tear drops, from the heart fall, as heavy rain.
Flowing forth from the brain.
Ever there, awake… asleep,
permeating waters so deep.
The heart of another, not to keep.
A Beautiful Chinese Angel.
Images of, from heart shaped teardrops
stands between the lone man adrift
and the holographic universe
he contemplates, he remembers
her in a translucent, rainbow gown
B. J. “A” 2
October 27th, 2011
Beautiful Illussions
Beautiful Illusions, have fallen from barren branches
like a million Autumn, clocked leaves, falling from trees.
The roots of this craft, that supports this alone man,
drifting upon waves … from this sea of life - decay.
Dreams fragment, splinter, break down, dissipate
in the light of a reality… forced not chosen.
Dreams become a trillion, tiny, holographic particles,
adrift upon the light of morning breezes,
and the darkness of midnight hours.
Dewdrops, glistening, reflecting, refracting
the essences of songs never published.
Songs
Songs of love… lyrics I would love to compose,
if not, but for little deaths that dictate
the tones, the beat - the urges
guide what I seem to write - dirges.
B. J. “A” 2
October 27, 2011
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