jaybeasley2

On through

Posted on September 16, 2014 by jaybeasley2

working on through
the life of an unprepared animal
making its way through winter
without a need to stop hunting
or a place to safely rest at
because no amount will ever be enough
when you have that distance to travel
while I made an evening out of
a minute just to destroy my own
past then only the future mattered
and everybody has nothing better to do
than make the faults you have
seem worse than their own
and using that info to draw blood
after being inspired to finish
the race you didn’t know you were in
once the other participants
(like a raven in a wind tunnel)
wanted to be run through the grinder
and I couldn’t get the taste
of burned hearts and broiled spirits
out of my mouth once you have had it
happen to you there is only one
way out of this and that is
after you don’t care if you
were in it in the first place
because you stopped feeling
anything

Arrive

Posted on September 15, 2014 by jaybeasley2

the capturing
of a moment in time
this little realm of photograph
and the day can be as clear
as mud we walked through
to get here
and all of our devotion
to the place we have been heading
is not as remember-able
as the journey
and the few times that we
stop to catch our breath
the whole area
seemed to bloom up around us
and who could’ve guessed
that each time we kissed
I saw a deeper part
of your heart
and the moon was full
and our voices were quiet
as if we were sneaking up on
the connection between us
and I have known you twenty years
but we met again
right here

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3 words

Posted on September 15, 2014 by jaybeasley2

I found a
very old page today
it was such an old piece of paper
I knew it was
something delicate
my hands had to be so
carefull with
on it was some Egyptian
letters and in
the hieroglyphic fashion
yet it was not that difficult to translate
and I gave up a message
that are the three words
said between us
from the times of Anthony and
Cleopatra
all the way until today
and in each culture spoken in our
own particular fashion
cruising across the world
in each society in each idiom
and always true
in each and every way

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Heat

Posted on September 12, 2014 by jaybeasley2

oh!
see?
somehow the temperature
was far too hot and do we ever
have a moment to show the
airy togetherness
we have come to know,
yet here we are,
until then,
and one of us realizes,
here we are making new ways to
often drive each other crazy,
improving old ways to
make each other nuts
but we converge in
unlimited levels of autumn bliss,
right when the soup
should begin cooking;
now I know you
don’t want to stay apart
and even though
the early bird
gets the worm,
the second mouse
happens to be
who gets that cheese
in the trap…

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eve

Posted on September 11, 2014 by jaybeasley2

we are here
to find our times together
to fuzzy-couch-sit
and talk about any old think
no matter how silly
do you see how you are to me
a wishful sun and a
sunbeam from under a cloud
you invent weirdness
you suggest imagination
you are fun and funny
and you play with words
I wake you and you smile
because I did it with a smooch
and we have things we like
in candles in smiles in coffee in kisses
in baths in sunsets in hugs in plants
in closeness
together softly
in front of the fireplace

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Posted on September 10, 2014 by jaybeasley2

The allowed way
is not here; not on this creative
trail where a delay can actually be
quicker, when a halting of the process
moves things along and no one saw
that coming, but wherever you are is
not as important as where you see
yourself going.
I picked you.
I threw away many of my plans
for the future as I made,
sure that you are all I was ever
really dedicated to; and why not…
you made me feel so rejuvenated that I
consumed whatever you were nice enough
to give me. I just want to feel your
hands, and I know you will tell me if
you want me.
oh, wait,
no you won’t.
I am the path, and the destination.

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Late but not too late

Posted on September 9, 2014 by jaybeasley2

while I wait
for sleep
I have my
minute
to think aloud
as you wait
to listen
beneath the idea
of shutting up
and beware the
ideal sunrise then
it all becomes
a game for you
and we do
what we have to do
when time and life
were short
and nobody could
tell me why not
and I can’t let
you into my life
any more than
I have to
and I will not
let you escape
because you are
my final key

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Us

Posted on September 8, 2014 by jaybeasley2

to think too long
too hard
the day can be wasted if I didn’t get out of my own brain
and go out and do
the action I said I would
five thousand seconds later the thought comes to me
and I jump off the cliff
scale down a grassy ledge
alternating between sliding and running and rolling
and I can see you at the bottom
where the sandy beach resides
but nothing will deter me
not a cut or a scrape or a lost hat or a torn shoe
because I see you there watching me
in my crazy journey down a
slanted field of mulch and grasses
dirt and dust flying up as I race down
because I see
how much it amazes you
I am willing to put my body though this
to be closer to you
and then I arrive
and our skin collides
all Hollywood style
and we embrace
and we kiss
as I look in your eyes we smile
then you laugh and I grin
because I am covered with
evidence of my journey
but we see across the beach
out to the sunset of a lifetime
why brush off the soot now
when we can just enjoy the moment
first

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pad

Posted on September 6, 2014 by jaybeasley2

Often, it started this way;
when it came time
for lying down, you knew I
would be
singing your energy…
I came so close to rebuilding
my life without you, that I, honestly,
had considered giving only one more
chance to myself.
a large journal
of grief, blue skies,
made final by the percussive retold
rhythm. you couldn’t have foreseen me
or you were an unreal actress of amazing talent. actually
you were doing
everything I had hoped; wanting my hand
while driving, wanting a kiss before leaving,
wished to know my thoughts…
felt so right when you were held;
and then your mind
came to a realization, a big blue curtain
that held your intermission.
when you woke up
and saw me
your eyes shone.
the new ending had given way to
a comfortable familiar beginning.
happily ever after,
perfectly.
I shed layers of joy for us while dreaming…

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Soundtrack

Posted on September 4, 2014 by jaybeasley2

while a moment of moonlight
casts a faint shadow;
slowly, to a jazz sax,
people who don’t see the world
in rose color have bothered to
say goodbye to me today.
way to go, rapid heartbeat,
you surprised me.
well, to be honest, after a few
minutes of understanding requited
passion through a compassionate
conversation and deep purple.
what calm evening brings is no
real surprise to me, being in
this random bliss of music.
the hand I am grasped by makes
me happily surprised whom it is attached to;
and then there is a
two second moment when I need
a hug and I get one.
life is grand.
because your hand kept in contact…