hope

Posted on April 1, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Everything is easy
It all makes sense
And all the world
Can laugh at the obviousness
It all seems so silly
That dropping every technology
For just one week
Makes you jump the gun
And take it for granted
That the fun is won
Then you see the
Friendly little text
From your significantly other
To their ex
And everything is
Over-observed @nd misunderstood
Well what do you expect
I loved your words
And we saw our own way

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ah

Posted on March 26, 2015 by jaybeasley2

becoming accustomed to the
way in which you cut through the air
and you are right here
in my mind
little notes you’ve written down
and a giant paw of a tiger
when the case for a
moon telling you what to do
while we went on our path
answers that have unspoken questions
making your final way
on the song that has to be sung
as the clouds that make a
symbol in the air
that all of us have seen before
and porcelain skin that wakes me up
again as the week must end
even if I didn’t want it
I dove into the idea
and I have gotten the touch
from you at last
and I could never do better
ever

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robot detective

Posted on March 25, 2015 by jaybeasley2

making a case is so much
easier in the planning stages and
in your head
that when it comes
time to implement it in real
action it has become difficult to
not have any expectations. There
are only so many ways around just
such a problem;
when you know
where you are aiming at and what you
want, all the difficult decisions only
some thought and a bit of
determination, before the choice you
should make is eminently obvious
and whoever thinks that being so
predictable is bad has never
written a business plan. There are
only a few ways to find out, do
it! Don’t spend any time questioning
or overthinking if you can help
it; time is,
and always has been,
of the essence.

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if you

Posted on March 24, 2015 by jaybeasley2

colors and little dark stillness stars
pointing in every direction
making the ceiling non-existent
founding a spectacular
waiting room for the dance
of life
a dark silhouette
is amazing in its secret language
the turning point
and incredible way
that love found a day
a safety net
the surprise we have
a great gift of time
in time
the insane places we have been and
what we have seen
and I never wanted you ruined or broken
as I have made in mind
as a grief of the way
places or times of
pieced together day
making the weekly roundabout
taking a formative step
where are you right now?
the pasta is getting cold and the
meatballs are steaming for you
and even the cozy blanket is as impatient as the couch
right this moment

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haven’t we

Posted on March 21, 2015 by jaybeasley2

A Princess, a priest, a legend
Hot as a dream
Cold as the room
When you get your leg
Out from under the hot air
Salt On me
For being impervious
And I watched you
Sick and mending slow
Needing fluids ever so badly
Happy to get a dip in the tub
More tired than I ever saw
You before
And that is really saying something
As clouds of memory
Like dogs drifting in from an imaginary shore
Fight while they snore
The thunderclap of experience
You have drawn in
Atop this rainshower
Outside our window

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a short one

Posted on March 19, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Funny sun,
Mocked me that day,
On the deck of
Tortured food and torturous service,
Following
The fickle sunset
I could no longer
Keep my head up,
And doubt
Crawled up the damn sidewalk,
Of course,
And beat me up
Real good………

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prescient

Posted on March 18, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Perhaps our days can do this
Reconnecting with a relaxing atmosphere
Evoking the desire for hours together
Silencing a few frustrations
Culminating when this does not happen enough
Inside our mild minds a calm bonding
Eases the tough times of everyday life
No minute is a great happy cloud
That makes me forget as much as this
Pointing the way to an even better day
Replacing the world with a flow of ours
Ending everything bad is your smile
Slowly followed by your sigh as
Chills drifting up and down my spine
If tomorrow never comes I would be okay
Eulogy to the passing of the day
Now I feel like we are ourselves again
Taking the Sunday route to our dream

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one

Posted on March 11, 2015 by jaybeasley2

The tease,
The pain and the long miles,
You don’t know the dangers
But as a liquid of a very dark color
Swirls around and a salty drink,
That much more full of
The little wars we all work hard for,
And if the terror marks your skin
Then deep within the fear
There are predators near
And after we awoke,
Far from home, the one and only
Moon went back home,
And all the New
Shining of the sun
Made a beginning
That no ending had unforeseen
And our flowers came
To mind finally

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piece/peace

Posted on March 9, 2015 by jaybeasley2

complicated
there were so many out there
who had gone through it before
and there are only so many days
in all of our lives,
there are rules
and some people even know them, surprisingly
but nobody tells you who you greatest villain is
you have to find out for yourself
and you were not as angry as you thought
once all the cards hit the table
just remember a deeper way of thinking
and remove
the final move of the piece
on the chessboard;
you hear the traffic
you see the storm
you can tell your skin can feel the turbulence
of the cold air
and you ask the right questions
when you find the right words
and only you can
make peace with the times that have come before
every time you should recharge the batteries
before you get up and get outside again
we can do this
you and me
and music makes three

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each

Posted on March 7, 2015 by jaybeasley2

the shadow of the mountain
chases me across the range
and I see the clouds coming
but I know where I am going
and I have just enough energy
to keep the momentum
I see the
sparrows fly
I am not giving up
I am not getting away too soon
but I need the challenge
in my life anyway
and I have only so many minds who
will miss me when I pass from this earth
and the place I rest will be
where I am right now going
after all, I can only
keep it
on course for so many years
my dear

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