jaybeasley2

done with even trying to think normally
everyone does it different and
letting go of average expectations can only help
each day its own animal
those every person blues are a
equalizing experience that
stops you for just a second from working through
entire hours wasted staring at a screenn
right when action can halt the fire from starting
if a single simple plan can be enacted
only for those dedications which the lonely hope for
under the radar of compliant normalcy
sustained by the passions of a thousand other dreams
needlessly wanting and worrying like
each drop of rain is the next end of the world
stay and lets dance all night,
stars and moon should be our mood lighting

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if you seek out the story
you find out
the path is not the same for everyone or anyone
you can wake up to the fact
that the desired goal is the end
of the meaning we seek in life
the desired destination is not the
place where the river begins but where it ends
like standing on a whale fishing for minnows
we are too often obsessed with the
meaning of the story without seeing through the metaphor
not everyone has the fixed star above the horizon
asked for you to see me a thousand times
you walked into fire inside the sky 900 times
and you said maybe 99 times
but the one time you nodded yes
is good enough for me

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making a portrait
of this exact moment
its a cold night outside and I am
no longer going to stay in
it will be a long and unforgiving walk
before I feel like we will be
able to talk and I want to meet up
but you have such a short time with me before
I have to go and catch the
edge of the storm head on, because you see
how dark the sky is getting and I return
to my warm only once I have crushed the
opposition and mentioned the word that can
keep the hope alive, it is only a few hundred
minutes we have left until the final hug and
the last kiss but I will put every bit of
effort into the chance to be here again
yet I made up my mind and have given myself
no choice but to go silently into the
evening in order to prepare for
the hurtful action and brutal dedication
that comes along
in a battle like this…
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As the sound comes sifting in
Through the blue morning light
And these days things keep changing
Yet somehow stay the same
The trees lost their leaf
While the cold crawled in
Each day I miss a friend
And the paint helps me
Begin again
Across the sky
Clouds still crying by
After the end of a year
We know what we hold dear
Buildings and the ability to
Forget where we went
You are the companion
I want to see
Over and over
Once again
Once again

Gifts that are in your mind and
Really never delivered are
Every bit as common as the air we breathe
Each day filled with romantic gestures
Needless thanks and grateful small words
Placing a candle in a lamp on a table
Inside the tree is a bright red ribbon
Nothing can remove the smile in my mind
Ending the night in the glow between branches
Talking care of something that cares for you
Right when you need to be cheered up
Effortlessly climbing into
Exit signs of a broad evening sky
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