jaybeasley2

flying to the places you remember
inside your mind it all seems so real
none of these kinds of days are rooted in place
deny myself the basic needs of
nice embraces and a warm comfy blanket
even if it is the day to go outside and explore around
while the world keeps going through the hours
eventually the end of our story is here like
x,y,z, and then the song is over
predicting where the future will lead is not for me
eventually i am just going to pick my own direction and
ride that sunset all the way to a different spot
if it was my last day i would face it with a smile
end of every day just learning to be thankfull
now i know to pay attention to how open and giving i am
could be i need somebody to remove all emotions from me
endure the loss of every passion and devotion
sometimes you just got to break free

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she’s beautifull
she’s incredibull
she’s powerfull
she’s amazing
she’s forcefull
she’s wonderfull
she’s suprizing
she’s inspiring
she’s glorious
she’s captivating
she’s spectacular
she is right beside you
she is all you ever knew
she is so true
she is the one who shows you
what every one you ever knew was close to…

            ----then her---by j.beasley

starry nights filled with
unusually radical flavor which can
pursue the strolling individual indoors or
ramming the rest of the quiet into your brain
isn’t the most unusual thing that happened this week
strings in an orchestra rise up when you come in
including me in your life was a big a compliment as ever
normally it takes forever to warm up to someone
getting through bad times to arrive here was worth it
it seems like i knew you lots longer than i did
maybe you even felt the same way
parting the clouds to
reverse the aging process for just now
expect nothing and demand nothing
sometimes life is only here to suprise you
still making you
interesting dinners and repeated new gifts
violet flowers and almond filled chocolates
every time i wake up, i step outside

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daring the year to become
increasing in challenges and ideas,
something rising up in the theme of
pain and discomfort and slowly begins gathering
lean momentum trained in the fire of last winter,
allowing the temptation of knowledgeable words
yearning to be set free from the
discipline of time and the prison of silence,
expressions conveyed like
coming outside like a violent hailstorm or
only showing care for someone because you worry,
not thinking about it too hard like
someone who only gives people attention
that seeks them out in the first place
really speaks out about an incredible level of selfishness,
untill i explained it i was not sure that
calling someone out would make anything better,
the agony was there but not inquired about,
in time the clock will really be seen ticking
on the edge like a river moments from overflowing,
now is definitely always the time

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