jaybeasley2

after the “once upon a time” you dreamt
up while we were or weren’t here again
but now onto a mountain you grow slow groove like
maybe you knew you were or weren’t supposed to
be coming
over the times listed the person and where they
were meant to go and be
whenever a modern likeness has
shown you whereupon the elevator was and
“only” was a word we endured as well as “should”
on the roof in the basement or out by a park
not a single time we went out and i doubt you
of an often leaning tower of
meaning to be there or a
should have, could have, would have
type of late night free style
that gets there
but then
beware, beware, beware

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hope is a friend not everybody knows
after all that has happened to the
vital corners of a heart so bruised
impatient to reach out to a time so crushing
near the end of the bridge
getting a sign that the flames are right behind
as people rise up to fight for what is right
gears grind in the machines behind the scenes
rolling cogs now see more than they did before
even the forests are a place we cannot hide anymore
every place you thought you could escape to is in danger
move the drive to get things done to right up front
effort counts for a lot when
nobody can predict you
take a moment to be thankful then
stomp that negativity into the ground

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predators and the hunters
make themselves known every night out
if you know where to look for them
or where they look at you
sometime off in the destined desires
of the awareness that is needed when you go out
and it is only so many times that you
concentrate on a future you planned and don’t know of
when you forgive and get along with
clouds in personal storm that made you
pry into where you are doubting yourself this time
in no time you could recieve support and
for a moment see yummy delicious soft smelling skin and then
find out where the fireworks of self-analysis
made fire in your mind while the flight
of songs visit you in our only
winter moment this end of spring
decompression
of fear and then far too much silence
arrival

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there are times when the
sun seems to hide
the burning light and the air
washes over like a brand new year
everything hurts and there
are a great many scars
this river of time has broken
the roots of this rock apart
grinning as i speak through blazing ache
just pulling in air is a gift
and the mix of clock and actions
grip the afternoon like a arm wrestling contest
helping each connection weld
these interactions to the frame of
my rusted chassis and churning over the direction
of the final taste that
allows a calm sunset to
wink as the energy is
gone untill
that fire comes back with a vengance

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