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Posted on April 29, 2015 by jaybeasley2

the amazing ability

you have to make me feel

worthwhile and comfortable

even when I don’t want to

continue breathing

is as important as any words you could say

after I hurt myself the day after the storm

and I know I have a long travel ahead

but I know how easy it is to

let all the little things go unsaid

and I got you a card

but it fell out of the flowers

and I made you a dinner

but I knew I was just not fast enough

among the mistakes I made

are the times I forgot to tell

you how thankful I am that you

are even here in my life at all

and no amount of rocky road

or curled up warm bath will express

how glad I am we found each other

once again

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anon

Posted on April 29, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Come away, come, sweet love
The golden morning breaks
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks
Teach thy arms then to embrace
And sweet rosy lips to kiss
And mix our souls in mutual bliss
Eyes were made for beautys grace
Viewing, rueing loves long pain
Procured by Beautys rude distance;
Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
Bids fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing,staying in the grove,
To entertain the stealth of love,
Flying, dying to desire,
Sweet love, let us hide.
Come away, come, sweet love,
Do not in vain decorate
Beautys grace that should rise
Like to the morning rise
Lilies On the rivers side
And fair cyprian flowers New blown
Desire no prettiness but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride
Pleasure, measure, loves delight
Hasten then, sweet love,
Sigh with me all this night…

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heavy

Posted on April 27, 2015 by jaybeasley2

I find a way
I trouble and worry
I can’t believe
What I woke up to today
I have to be mad
I saw what you did
I witnessed it
You have no excuse
You know how low
Those last hours were
As bad as could be
I was ashamed for you
But now I know the
Orange sunset didn’t fix
And next sunset was
The worst one ever
I have seen a man in emotional pain
And I am some who
Has been in that exact place before
And I owe apologies
And I am so mad
But anger is the soul eater
I am already dead
But the night is red
And then the stars will come out
Yet why would you do that
And the female statue with wings
Has no reply

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morning star

Posted on April 27, 2015 by jaybeasley2

It was a heat
It felt like dangerous waters
I was on fire
I was not going to give up
I had a few wrong turns
I had a few battlefield thoughts
Do you know what steel smells like?
I saw my reflection
I raided the nightmare factory
Which is funny
Because I created it in the first place
And I kept on moving
Like a meal of sassy weather and
Drinks so strong they could carry you home
If they wanted to

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place

Posted on April 21, 2015 by jaybeasley2

yes, it

can think for itself,

just a moment,

the curtains are

parting, the

egg is hatched

and the crowd

destroys all

sense of abandon,

it can actually

be aware, crashing through

the palm trees and

the alleys, accountable

found in a time

to get the head

removed

and take a peek

we cut the air

to use each other

sun, the pain i feel

moon, my moment lost in it

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heat

Posted on April 20, 2015 by jaybeasley2

thank god,

i’m not him.

yet that’s no less,

no more,

just showing off them,

as if rally cries or custard pies

would do it for me,

as if she sings and I dance

as if I see one breast and fall

drooling sweaty

onto my knees and beg, pray, growl,

this is the majestic orange derision

portrayed by hot temptation

glassy eyed morbid space

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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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