jaybeasley2

have I brought you enough sun?

eventually even sparkles fade

avenues our streets don’t crawl past

right when now is a blanket statement that

these feelings of regret pass through you

simple words let you know me and

intensity I bring to the table and to the

nineth day I miss you and can

give every second to your

heavy and quick great northern revival desire

educating myself in the kind of type you want

arriving at the perfection you are

right now and have always been, for I am

timing my handsome love with your beautiful

songs, can I even hear them on this day, no,

it will be the night before I even hear your voice

now it counts if it is person to person

good how even your skin would sing if you were asleep

indications of hope and

fear of the unknown disappeared yet

why is life a raging river?

holding back a plant or rock from

You overtly joining its charades and

can you hear the tick, tick, tick

of the clock that regenerates

us when a freeze of success or death

leaves a chill in the back of the room but

destined to flesh out the learning curve and

blue eyes are sad in this night rain

even when it was sunny all day and

hope still helps the flattered few who

evict another bright green fight of

rights that the vines gave up on and

easy argue and hard compassion moments

issued to a hopefully good team

not on the same side as we were and

today we will connect again on a level

hot off the news-wire that bluffs and

every time it seems to care

silent in the clouds that move

eager to play the game

evil rules even followed this time

yes it was a good conversation

endings which we foresee

stopping us from shouting at stars

I have become so

aware of all the breaths

which have come before

and I have seen all the

diseases and demon’s which

Were foretold in the chaos

and nights asunder

which could seem to be

nothing to the uninitiated

but once seen could not

ever be seen in the

same way again and after

all the circumstances have

had a chance to be

foretold then the utter

terror of all the futures

you could have seen

will only come to pass

once you can seek

out the moon and the

sun etched out in

salt and sand