jaybeasley2

the storm has arrived and

there are symptoms in the breeze

if there is this many clouds

they are rushing by but

I see your face

in my mind

there are sounds in my ear

scraped and torn and mourning

and I want human contact

but the audible noise

is like a screwdriver

carving back and forth on

the inside of my skull

I will make it through

all the way

until I see you again

after all the parts of me ache

and make their way

home from the atmospheric currents

then I will keep you

in my heart and in my soul

and I shall be seen

nevermore

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