6 a.m. song

Posted on December 12, 2025 by jaybeasley2

I no longer ask why

last night I die

last night I cry

last night you went out and got drunk

with some other guy

last night couldn’t stop

you from driving home drunk and sigh

you fell asleep in the car while

your soul fly

in the garage we talk long and I comply

then you pass out after

game of throne at me

and before that walking dead rhythm see

I brought you water cold please

and saw your sarcastic venom agree

might as well write my own song believe

and scratches batch but up my family tree

after this see if we bend the knee

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exists

Posted on December 10, 2025 by jaybeasley2

pray above

and take to warning

but gather the sticks together

my love

and watch for the

circles drawn in grain

and do not see another

sun without learning to

pray and when the colors

come to choose

you do not concede the red

sunset with your own heart

or else you may fail to

have a positive mind when

the next time you are needed

finds you and the discomfort

of dreams growing darker

are all that your inner

Heart can see when we are

not anymore in this

light we all exist in

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trip

Posted on December 8, 2025 by jaybeasley2

then

the boat rocks

and I peer through my telescope

it hurts when you

insult me

it makes me happy

when you mock me

but I also see

that I am far from perfect too

and we both know that

meanness is unattractive

but no voyage is

without choppy waters

weather you see them coming in not

I can

pull that knife from between my shoulders

because I love you

this ship will

arrive at its destination

no matter what

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fine tune

Posted on December 7, 2025 by jaybeasley2

just fine tuning it

on occasions of

total release and giving

over the power of the

evening and now you know

and grow in the redemption of

giving control from below

it is not the psychedelic

Free flow when you get caught

In a Curse of a crow while

eaten in the undertow into

stories of the gu down the

street named Joe who

helped even through where he was thrown

a friend overboard who helped

row I do not know if I

wanna be in that boat when

whoever

meets me is in

that cold mentally driven snow yet

you are the only one to

see blue glow when we

observe the moon show

just fine tuning it

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mystery day

Posted on December 2, 2025 by jaybeasley2

as I roll over

and get a kiss from you

a connected eye

that wasn’t open

but still saw all the

nests it’s thoughts had sewn

and on the way

a being was there

made out of the web

on iron and dread

and the fear that was planted and grown

where did the grime get washed off

and why was that hidden in

the shores that are defended

by the angers we have made a job

for them to do at this time

a hold on the seeing

of numerous futures come into being

and the careful way of

all the situations

fitting into place on this day

answers to questions

we don’t always

want to know

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dance

Posted on November 25, 2025 by jaybeasley2

please can you tell me

as those greens come up

from seeds why would

you torture me in those

words filled with venom

and the stab in mY back

was nothing compared to

the stab in my heart but

that would make me

only be moving in

dance to the rhythm

and that is a way to

be happy if I could

let a glad moment in

me it would occur

but only if I let it

and a dime or two

was there and true then

dance to the music and

dance to the rhyme

could make me happy

I will do it

every time

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wound

Posted on November 24, 2025 by jaybeasley2

I am apprehended

By the imperfections

of mu decisions

and reminded

of my faults

on a constantly often basis

and made to remember

the onslaught of

unworthiness which was all an

uncomfortable mask made for a stab in the

front that became so many

Instances of hurt from

the battlefield of burned-out

self esteem has always

been a long open field of

wounds and bunkers of

ways a sick unhappy

delivery has been

absolutely relieved and received

by some soul who would

never have met the

sorrow of a dark inner

torture young me

eats up and was bread

eating for

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paced here

Posted on November 24, 2025 by jaybeasley2

sometime

in the future

I thought

from this way

lying down on

the floor looking up

it makes you see

so many things

so many ways

that you never really

did before

as you are

reclining on the couch

my sweet sweetie cleopatra

you clip the edges

of a fall foggy deliberate eve

with this snoozing warmth

among the huddling

under a blanket

hot drink expressions

you have flowers

you reflect them

you have candles

you feel thier atmosphere

another delicious

cross breeze of

two worlds

simmering together

simmering together

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Soup

Posted on November 21, 2025 by jaybeasley2

with care

and an abundance of passion

I thought of what I would do

besides tell you

how much you are the

treasure of joy

that came its way

from the sun’s grinning face

so I grabbed onions

yellow like old paper and

tomatoes red like blood and

veggies that smile with

winks of garlic and

freshest parsley I can get

and chili powder from

a brand I like

and everything else looks like

my bag of stuff

Seems like soup already

and when you get home you know

it’s my famous chili

and you are smelling it

before you even get in the door

and you kiss me gladly

like this dinner is

comfort as if each bite is

slipping into a hot bath

as if I read your mind

all the time

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blue true

Posted on November 16, 2025 by jaybeasley2

the one time

you fly away and do

sky and the

by and by and we do

not make another pot

boil and do not say

as if we seek the turmoil

and make a scene and

horror movie scream

make a mask do not

fear a task be strong

live online recorded

another song everlasting

Make a new recipe

cook drake like

North math come time

clock on the burials

of Aurora and a few

few more dip in the winter pool

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