past present future

Posted on April 18, 2015 by jaybeasley2

poking around in the back

area that you call your brain

silently connecting the dots

till the smile comes crawling slowly out

placing the hopes of days and tomorrow

right on the shoulders of yesterdays dreams

eager to show off the scars once more

softly making awake the beast

even if it means three times the work to be done

nothing gets in the way of

two nights of very believable

forgetfulness and a good bit of wine

used to make the stars shine

that our words sparkle in each other

until the midnight hour

readies us for our big conversation

eventually ending with our good night kiss

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hold (bone ten twenty three)

Posted on April 18, 2015 by jaybeasley2

but what did you expect to say?

one day you wake up and you’re

not on top of the world

even your bones have bled

the plants you cared for have all

ended their lives by going out the front door

nothing in the cupboards, fridge, or oven

timing the sleep by the rising of the sun

waking up the town with a song

eager to find the next fiasco

nighttime and this pain you made friends with

taking the boat ride to another galaxy

you didn’t care so little, to tell me,

then we wrestle like you do with the guy you bite

holding on then collapsing over

right hand holding a not angry wrist

evidentially we will do this again

every time you need attention

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final tree

Posted on April 16, 2015 by jaybeasley2

pieces of pie

left out in the sun too long

are now summoning the bees

and one sits down and looks at me

like a wave crashing over

I feel like we are very alike

he and I

both unable to alter the future of today

and wishing the pearl was not

rolling across the horizon

and I don’t want to die

but I can no longer continue living this way

I have only so many yearning desires

to make friends with this time

and I found a way to get out of this situation

without running away

from a town I hold so dear

but the circles keep closing in and the

things that anchor me

no longer tell me what to do

and I have a long way to go

but nobody will see me when I leave

and someone might miss me when I am gone

but I have a new realm to conquer

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place

Posted on April 16, 2015 by jaybeasley2

yours is the hidden couch

next to the angry fountain

beside a fern

and you don’t know apologies

you play and pursue

you have a delicate side that waits by the river

and you have an angry side that drifts in the mountain

you blaze a cold trail

at least once every couple of moons

you decide your fate and then choose otherwise

you have a vulture on one shoulder

deciding your tiny feast

and you have a mustang on your other shoulder

full of hoof steps heard in the night

you claim a long way travelled

but you were here just yesterday

you need to learn how to wink convincingly

and you need to learn how to lie even more unconvincingly

you will breathe

open air

whenever you want

very soon

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pace

Posted on April 13, 2015 by jaybeasley2

grief and glory

across the air the sounds ruminate

playing an instrument like a person

while the drops come down from the sky

you broke the sea within me

and made my sky return to the weeping

but nothing seeps in the desire

like knowing you were the only one

to witness these words but couldn’t care less

now I have come to realize that

you will see the world through your own eyes

and they are colored by the people

who get to be as close to you

as the bruises upon your soul but you

trust even the people who would hurt you

because you don’t know what kind they are

or you are much more like them than I thought

and there are a thousand ways

to see the day

but only so many words to explain

new discoveries about you ring true

and the struggle is in the talk

because the future is a bright place

and I have only so far to go before I am

trying as hard as I can

and the race is winning

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task

Posted on April 8, 2015 by jaybeasley2

not knowing which way to go
like a weapon fired blind
higher level thinking
can only reason out so much
like a cat scouting a fish
for some bites to take
but sustained on the chase
more than the meal
mighty mistakes were seen
like the spy in a tux at night
fitting the part
seeing life from the right angle
like you have never experienced it before
being sad at an example
that you knew had meaning
so struck that
it makes it hard to breathe
and the issue of emotion
only plays into it when the bomb is dropped
and young lives are going to see
the definition of a
need to have a face in a book
to find out what reason the danger is
and shutting down the dream
is only so bad to those
who had one to begin with
and everyone knows
if you have the riches
you don’t have the worries
even if you didn’t have to work for it

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toss

Posted on April 6, 2015 by jaybeasley2

all the blanks that I filled in
as the date is what numbers I see
after the cause has happened
and the choices are limited
but the frustrations are endless
so to aspire and wait
as the little details filter in
you have not got enough words
to tell me how to fit the system
not that the mistakes can be taken back
or the forest can become full of trees again
but as the conversation fades
and there is only so many places
we can hide until daylight breaks
lets curl up and make a story
about a few birds
that were separated for too many years
like kids lost in a childrens storybook
when the big bad wolf of there
and do you know that I wanted
to let the dreamy starlight in
when we had the blood moon
this last weekend
and we danced and sang to the crowd
as we have been dreaming
and believing in

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sigh

Posted on April 4, 2015 by jaybeasley2

walking a few miles
as the day last a little too short
a weeks worth of experiences is
coming together in the
accepted way of a melted ice cube
and the clouds have all gone away
we are not as far
scrolling among these
rocks and trees
stones which make a long and lasting path
and branches which shade the close steps
we have only got this one flask
and the night will be here
before we know it
a busy week ahead
needs this as a precursor
to those choices that a collection
of duties await
the couple of
minutes we have a chance
to wrestle the comfort of the sun
as we get to charter a course
that the conversation will take
but only after the taste
of our pretty evening has
become merely an appetizer
to a brand new day

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like snow

Posted on April 3, 2015 by jaybeasley2

there is a danger in knowing the scheme
waking up without the
ability to know where you are going
and I cannot tell if you see
the troubles lurking in the
road ahead
and I know you think you made this decision
with the knowledge you need
but I am torn apart by this
captured minute that you think you understand
but each day is becoming
the torture that I have always wished to avoid
because the insults are
icicles jammed into my eyes
and the criticism is a pain
that I cannot pretend to maintain
but getting away with
just making it through each of these
one day at a time
is the selfish hurt I have never
wished to experience again
but yet here we are
making a choice less uncomfortable is the
truce you will never agree to
so I jump ship soon
if you cannot tell how much that
you are tearing me down
once more

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so

Posted on April 1, 2015 by jaybeasley2

do you see
the sun going down
and miss the days
when that was just the beginning of the
fun
can you tell
that we were
always like this
and you missed
the chance you had
like a flight out of town
or a lunch date forgotten
I just have to be there
when you need a hand
and I can’t give you a ride home ever again
because looking upon you
is now too painfull
and I have enough
of that in my life
already

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