alone

Posted on March 4, 2015 by jaybeasley2

lonely, I walk
the words that hurt
are like songs that don’t wait
and as I know that everything that
works but won’t decide the game
without the rules
and I know I cannot help you
see it unless you want to
I said goodbye to everyone and
every bit of fun like that
I am going to be aware of
the words I say from now on
I am the wind
changing as my mood has done
and I am quitting the
chance I had to keep going out
I and my mood
are mine alone
and I am so very sure that
I should talk to no one,
thanks for reminding me
I walk alone
lonely, I walk alone
lonely, I walk alone

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so

Posted on March 4, 2015 by jaybeasley2

it was all
very naturally revealed
as slow as the day can be
it really became a crawl
now that the danger of a time like that
is one of the most obvious things
that any life like this will ever have
and you must have thought I was a
little less observant than I really was
but nobody tells you when you
are down and out
so thanks for the return
to all of the things I always had
hoped would not occur again
until I came out of my fog
I will have to let you in to
the final corridor
that any one will ever see together

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flow

Posted on March 2, 2015 by jaybeasley2

don’t even
know how to say
the best feeling
I might as well
have run the
fastest time
in this, a find your best
drift on a
raft that is the ocean of senses
and a billowing wind
that can curve
on this sea of comfort
but we have not
ever been
as close and I wish
we had not even been apart
one moment
this best year
should last
and I have not got enough sky
and I have stars in my eyes

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lone

Posted on February 28, 2015 by jaybeasley2

i could not stay away
and I found a minute
that made a chance, a change,
nevermind where I was
and don’t avoid the question
I have made you see
if ever again I see the way
that nobody avoids the scene
when you leave
I will go far far away
and be made to grace the sky
while we fight for a moment
alone and I don’t know
if I can tell you if I
wish we could be close
now and forever
and always

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text

Posted on February 27, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Wanting to come to the table
With something to say was often
A big problem: a majority of the
People were either plotting in
The future or recreating the
ponderance off the past. Now was
A moment to be thought of
When they arrived someplace on time;
To be settled in each second and
Be current and aware of how
Each passing time was where you
Should be aware of existing in,
Was no longer how they lived, if
It ever was.. Each day was, for them,
A lie plied out of a fib topped
With another lie. It was like a
Curse that someone had put on
The next generation where the
Truth and patience that was gifted
Them was tainted, horribly, by
Too much information…

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ache

Posted on February 26, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Nope
I get it now
Sometimes you have to hold back
And not care too much
The way to keep up a wall
But still be one
Hundred percent myself involves the passion
For life and the truth that I
Can share without going past the
Reserved stage
Keeping your guard up
Is difficult when you
Are not aware of exactly how
Close you are and what that
Feeling means;
The times that you have had to
Evaluate a connection
Are important but must
Take into account the basis for
Having a wall up inside yourself
No matter how much
You want to jump in with two feet.
Hurrying down that slide can hurt
If you don’t know
Why you shouldn’t,
And making that mistake
Is the most heart wrenching fall
Of them all…

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un

Posted on February 24, 2015 by jaybeasley2

, I think poetry is able to be personal or imagination, and it can be a story or a song, or a third person experience like novels or autobiographical like a documentary, and like many other arts, it has the ability to be abstract and challenging to decipher, or visceral and realistic, or even long and epic. It is both a psychological fingerprint of the author and a archetype of written exploration within the human conciousness. yesterdays one is not about mom, it is a song to all people who lose a close personal friend who was mean and nice, and I wrote it with a few people in mind. So it can be about many topics, either my life or a completely unique but made up symbolic scenario. I don’t hesitate to follow my inspiration and write what comes to me, no matter the topic or what style I think suits best.

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gone

Posted on February 23, 2015 by jaybeasley2

pages drift by
a recalled moment followed by another
and the ink is almost gone
and I can feel the dawn coming in
without a touch of mean coming all night long
you must really be gone
and I can feel the dawn coming in
without a touch if mean all night long
you must really be gone
as the venom seeps away
from the poisoning of our hour
you recoil in your money and seem unharmed
but you are distraught
the capitol letter doesn’t matter
and everyone in your head
will tell you something different
as the orange pink sunset
gradually casts the shadows back
on the trees that shed their leaves
as its last rays
crest the sky into universal theory
even exuberant color can’t match the words
said with feeling
sun beam shining off your atmospheric aura
and I can feel the dawn coming in
and a touch of mean all night long
you must really be gone…

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low

Posted on February 22, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Could you come inside
And know your way
And play that game?
This is all that can be
Delivered in words but
Trust me I know very well
I have to take this
I have been aware of that
And a man who cares for a princess
Has to take the abuse that
She would give as well as
The compliments so then don’t you
Just ready yourself and
Keep a smile on even if you
Know what you are gonna get
I am thinking that I never
Could deny that I always saw
What I was getting into
Slowly molding into the fire
As aware as you were gonna be

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hi

Posted on February 21, 2015 by jaybeasley2

Dear mom,
It was your birthday
yesterday,
and I am having trouble grieving.
Because I feel like you are here,
with me,
with us,
and I Know I still love you.
But I want you to know
I can still feel you
and talk to you
whenever I want,
and I feel
that you are not unhappy
and you
and vernie Eleanor are watching down
and are beautiful souls
in a better place.
I will be celebrating You tonight.

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