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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When the power of an age
Seeps on through
It covers everything in a
Cutain of forgiveness and
Even cold coffee doesn’t lose it’s sweetness
And then the smallest concern
Brightens up in connection
And a friend reaching out is
A warm breeze and
The touch of a loved one
Is a waterfall of sunshine
The awareness in that time
Can bring you back from
The edge of electric cliffs
To the warm bath of content
Intensely wrapped up hours of
Belief across the air of relaxation
Like a hope Zeroing in on Golden wishes
So please treat each day with value
And each hello with honor
Because we are all just snapshots
Of a leaf flowing downstream
Or a cloud in the wind

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in the backyard saying hello to the stars
nightlights underneath the snow glow
sometimes the breath is seen and in the
interest of stealing a minute it becomes a dream
directing me to seek a silent moment of darkness
eventually you have to feel the moon shine
tonight i will make this air sing
hold my head high as i laugh
equally glad and thinking as i sip
coffee just to make my insides warm up
if we could i would fly us to warm beaches tonight
these days we stay where we are the most comfy
yellow candlelight is flickering and soft
because i want to be near your sleeping form
letting me finally wind down and rest
on the occasion of our hibernation beginning
our space is in a shared calm
doing the favorite thing of sharing time
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north of the sun, south of the moon
inside a collected couple of conversations
getting the feeling around the final corner
hearing a future before it has even happened
throwing out these ideas we completed
bringing a brand new you out from under the skin
like a lizard growing younger and older both
equal amounts of passion and detatchment
stringing along my own array of discomfort
singing whether or not i am going to be mocked for it
instinct can be a very powerful motivator
none of the past few weeks are what i anticipated
growing wiser with each new experience
spiritual scars that can always heal

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places we have been the most

on the occasion of our behind-the-scene

keeping a secret and creeping around a corner

every day like a test of patience and will power and hope

and make sure we are on the same chapter if not the same page

now I can see you getting less doubt as mine grows

open up to me and show your true colors

from the times you hurt and your mind will ache and

find the buried treasure deep within your soul

every choice decides your future and makes clear your path

realize you are the driver but not the road

revenge has left my system
employing a different tact now that I
stay aware of the disappointment i avoid yet
pursue the justice i see the future holds
empathize with struggles of every size
coming around a corner with the power like a flood
taking out tall trees and distracting energies
ready to emphasize the turn of this new page because
each of us forced to chase income as if it was
questions that rise up like really bad perfume
underlines the broken parts of the society
if you have to ask then you are in the wrong
repair the things that moved mountains for you
endure every day to get your time
don’t doubt i will do anything for you

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The conclusion of this
Wilderness of a year will be
The acceptance of a danger
Which does not reside in the
Hidden recessed unseen spaces
Or the depths of the sea or outer space
It will be in the empathic nature of humanity
Slowly dying on the vine
Rotting since our parents time
And what is worse is the failure
To encourage people to follow their own
Hearts and minds and actually make them
Get a grasp on the things they are passionate
About in this short life
And put real good support in the future
Of all so that we can inspire each other
And avoid this poisoning sea of lies
From before our times
And lift each other up
While we still have strength to
Not just survive
But help each other thrive

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