Posted on November 28, 2015 by jaybeasley2

The defining moment of a
Open sky day
Forbidden to speak and surrounded by snow
Ready for wherever the road as I know it goes
The less he spoke to be the one he saw 
The less he spoke about his new place for a goodnight kiss
Dark clouds stop knitting together the best of the atmosphere here to be out and about in the sky
Red reflections in a warm draft of the day Wispy water rolling along the upward aquamarine
Easing to get it for you
And improve Our understanding of the second results in a free kick for an challenge to the succulents Eager to fix my eagerness to be out of the question.
Has the day
Been the same for you?

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the quickest place

Posted on November 18, 2015 by jaybeasley2

The day was amazed and spread all around
Happy and heavy like a well fed dog
Even the sun took its time
Quietly reclining across the sky
Up-stream from the frolicking clouds of spice
Into my collected flavor of fire on Friday
Common mood that makes the whole experience better
Killing time with a blade of good music
Eventually clearing up the fog in my brain
Shifting the gears in a dynamic fashion
There are only so many perfect moments in a person’s
Place in this life and one of mine is when I found you
Like a movie sunset shining on us as we embrace
At last we can get the brief wink of a time zoom
Culminated in a shared month or twenty
Excited to see you Every single time

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happy as the day is long

Posted on November 17, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Having the sunshine greet me
After a night of finally getting good sleep
Pursued by a little ambition and a big motivation
Playing on the field of
Yellow wheat and settled wind inside my mind
And the crossing of the plains of time
Sharing the warm times that a cup of you brings
the flashes of brightness like lightning behind your eyes
Having champagne frosting on your fork tomorrow is
Even better than last Mondays nap
During the day I picture you laughing
All smiles when break time comes
You never got away enough when you could
It makes me think how nobody gets that time back
So grasp each moment the best that you can
Life is like keeping a fish that you caught with your bare hands
Only you can decide the important steps to take first
Needing to relax and enjoy your time tonight
Getting a million tensions ironed out this time

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the delicate services

Posted on November 14, 2015 by jaybeasley2

to the hurt there is no reason, no way the soul can heal
how can any see revenge as anything but the evil path
Every holy message or spiritual book knows to not kill an innocent
deep within downtown there are secrets
even when the lights are blazing
little corners or separated alleys
intimately hide the ghosts of recent
covering up the stolen energies and deadly crimes
across the street from churches or next to bars
taking power from these insane value-hoarders
eventually cursing them to unhappiness and greed
shadows sliding in and out of perceptive consciousness
endless stubbornness that evoke struggles to escape demons
resting right on the edge of observation until the missed step
vital to the creation of evil acts and random curses
invitations to a dangerous side of the less alive world
common sense and morals from a twisted other realm
each good person hurt that day
sensing the tragedy and injustice that this fire had wrought…

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our own individual world

Posted on November 13, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Only so many minutes left before the night joins
Us and we get to traverse the gloom
Riddled with happy connections
Orange and yellow circles on the front window
White veins and green stems straight from the field
No hesitation before the peacefulness begins
It’s the white candle that I
Need to relax near, because when I
Decided to get it for you, it was a pure thought,
I knew it would be correctly received and
Very cold mornings are like a get well card
Instigated the fever of a night of snowball fights
During a season that seems made for me
Under the sky full of shooting stars
Across the top of trees and clouds
Like a science fiction movie meets Christmas
When we met again it was this time of year
On the occasion of a gathering of family
Realizations of how much has changed and
Liking the thought of all I am thankful for
Doing anything with you is perfect

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raindrops and candy

Posted on November 11, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Reaching up to the lamp
Awake at the music of a waterfall
Inside the next room is a hot tub filling up
Nicely relaxing smells of cotton and
Dropping sauce all over the roasting vegetables
Right out on the fence a bird and squirrel converse
Over the branch of a berry covered tree
Peeking over the counter is a dog who likes carrots
Shyness is neither of our strong suits
Awful chill being fought back with ale and
Never taking an eye off of the heat under the pan
Dark lines across green like a shadow of window blinds, I
Can tell you are as content as I am this evening
After missing you all day this is the best hour
Now that you slide up behind me and embrace me
Drinking in the activity and flow of the night to be
Your face lights me up when I think of it

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sunflower vampire

Posted on November 10, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Sometimes the need for two
Understandably opposing viewpoints
Needs a table to converse across among
Friends when this world puts the pressure on
Late to the party, all of our smiles and winks
Offer an explanation at the comfort level
While both looking forward, we still touch shoulders
Empathic to this suffering our minds and bodies endure
Restless anxiety relieved by calm mood
Very collected in the surrounding heat of the room
Awash in the feelers in the color of purple naps
Many grey cottony gatherings come across
Past the trees and around the house
Interior sounds of a boiling pot and a whining dog
Ready for the momentum to arrive again
Ending the night falling asleep hand in hand

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the internal winter

Posted on November 7, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Tasting the wind and the coffee finally cold
Hope rides the sun over your shoulder like morning
Equally sharing a color that soup can share
In a number of minutes the salt will meet water and
Nocturnal flavor will drive the heat into vegetable
Turning the kitchen into friends that gather
Egg joins tomato while onions are the raft capers riddle on
Red swirls in a circle, imitating the view of a
Naturally gathering funnel of clouds or storm from above
Across your skin the chill of October touches
Long strands of flavorful pepper and honey co-mingle
Windows show that snowy clouds are low
Inside the spoon small spices mix like butterflies
No spiciness or sweetness until after the meat
The whole woodland forest is what I picture with this smell
Ending with a stewing bowl of yum
Really warming all the way to yawn

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reminded to live

Posted on November 6, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Recall a found art piece that was mine
Effort required to stay in the normal realm
Making so many memories occur again
Incense that helps with the collection of
Nights filled with laughter and candles
Deep conversations about dreams and dog treats
Equal parts inspiration and exasperation
Desire for the least amount of stress and movement
There are days when that is the relief of pain
Only desire is for the outside world to go away
Like the removal of ache that a good chicken soup used to bring
Introducing a glad time with you once again
Very slowly the leaves fall and the wind chime chimes
Evolution of an Autumn wind rushing into next year

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collective brain

Posted on November 5, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Cradled in the hands of a tree
On the afternoon of a quiet sunset
Long strands of spiderwebs play tag
Little winking flashes of light strobe the glass
Excited inside of the two lanterns of
Cold blue shine and the spiders of Love
That crawl across your skin in a warm draft
In the veins under your hair and the back of your arm
Violet leaves of a flower that is dying
Even as we all must pass, when it is our time
Billowing drapes that reveal the horizon
Roaming around the house with a fever in the blood
Always answering your questions with the sounds of a beast
Incredible purrs slowly unfurling
Now the sky fades darkness to sleep

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