Author Archives: jaybeasley2

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith

replace morning time

roasting in the sun empty stomach and blurry eyes patience will help the concentration rise light bouncing off silver shine on all sides among the confined choices from which to empathize a condition you dont want to have made to … Continue reading

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incomplete talks

if it was not such a surprise, i could have been here before and on occasion i think about how i was here┬álong ago many moons were spent looking upwards piecing together the collective unconscious like universal philosophy exactly mirrored … Continue reading

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locate desires

look outside and see that change is here, like oceans taking a stand for what they believe in, completing a shift in society like an abrupt earthquake in slow motion while the terrified faces of those who hold on to … Continue reading

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temperature relief

times have come to end the fear and hesitation and make a brand new choice in a direction, pouring over old books and setting up, eventual plans for advancement of retreats where you never have to worry, across the hours … Continue reading

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secure temperament

some of the moments today end with me shaking off the blues, coming back into a serious alignment and until I get straightened back out it could really be a difficult day to dismay, every reason to be glad comes … Continue reading

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overheating occurs

ordering myself to stay very true to the course i set out evolving my mind to be where i see correctly removing any doubt when i observe you hope breathes now new life when i get eleven minutes of holding … Continue reading

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organized frustration

on the occasion that right next to me is where you sit glad little shocks race along my skin around the time you choose not to avoid touching me anymore and instigate the holding hands to begin zillions of lights … Continue reading

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