plastic personality

Posted on November 4, 2018 by jaybeasley2
perfect as you think you are,
look around and see all those who
always focus on the facts and accurate timelines,
soothe yourself with your lies but
take time to see those eyes on your every move,
intend one thing but let another happen and they will
catch on to you and hound you and haunt
places and people you thought you were close to,
each time one of them changes and wants you away,
reach out to them and they disappear like a ghost,
some moments like that make you realize who is real,
over-correction won’t help this problem flooding your life,
names of faces are never remembered as well as lessons,
allow yourself to forget how much people hate you yet
light the flame that shines on your falsehood,
ignite a drive to get something done about
those problems you yourself have created,
your time is nearly up
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new collateral abuse

Posted on November 3, 2018 by jaybeasley2
narrowly escaping the place that
eagerly ruins and eats the hearts of artists
wanting to actually effect something in this life
coming from the place where every event is an
occasion to actually feel really alive
letting the hair down and getting a chance to
learn to laugh, love, and live like
a roof you climb up on to watch the moon
these experiences can help to form you forever
even in severe weather i long to be
right next to you and ready for whatever may come
around the same time we get out
like a pet set free after years inside a cage or
almost more like a circus without even a ring
but when you jump off some cliffs there is no river to land in
under the skin a fire still rages
stealing the light to howl at the sky
each of us have to grab our own moment
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pre-concerned options

Posted on November 2, 2018 by jaybeasley2
possibilities keep showing themselves and
repeating what was already known
emitting the very same selection of
choices that were apparent to begin this road
operating off the recognition of a deadly storm
not on the radar anywhere in this vicinity
coming from a location when
everybody knows to avoid that kind of area
relating to assumptions that are far from correct
needs that are common but wants that are dead
end up at this dead end on the wrong side of the tracks
dynamic tempest on top of a person
only gets their attention and distracts the spirit
permanent change is not always the choice though
these successfull ones compliment more than they critique
information is always seen through the lens of who said it
options are only available to those who believe
nobody wants to work any harder than they have to
show what is under the skin
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manually subversive

Posted on October 29, 2018 by jaybeasley2
moving through the flow
and taking charge of what will be
naturally understood is how it is given
up in a different level of thinking
as even your instincts evolve to a complete direction
lending a hand to the less comprehensive
list of lessons to be addressed this month
you never know what tomorrow will bring
so keep on trying untill the mission is confirmed
us the skills and talents that got you here
buy yourself time with the tests of your mind
verify your own motivations if you must
end any negative influence if you need to
regulate the out of control areas
shift the gears up there in your brain
inspiration is not something too many people understand
variety to come of days and times remembered
eventually facing those mistakes made
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mastering confusion

Posted on October 26, 2018 by jaybeasley2
more of the same today
and the places you aimed for are taken away
still morning reminding you where to aim
taking a moment to enjoy the rain
every word seems like and old friend
remember the days after a party we struggle again
if you need time alone i understand
now i know what i did wrong and i reprimand
growing into the space of a long highway
can’t even tell you all i want to say
originally i knew what to do and when
now i seem to make new mistakes all over to win
first place in the utter screw up division
usually good at avoiding that kind of sin
so many times i went with the wrong option
is it possible i am not even the favorite sun
only the connection ruined, only tower burned,
not the final lesson learned 
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incredible oddness

Posted on October 25, 2018 by jaybeasley2
in at least one moment a day
nothing matters except my thoughts of
coming back home to you
red eyed all bleary and completely utterly
exhausted but sure i can
deny myself anything but your company
interested in only your company and nothing more
but i have learned that timing is almost everything
like a window of opportunity where the ice has not melted
equal to my travelling speed is the power i move your direction
open my arms and you just curl right in
don’t you know the fire that burns inside of me
does not quit
never turns off but slows down to rebuild
each morning a delusional accident because
sometimes i think i
should not still be breathing
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revisiting security

Posted on October 9, 2018 by jaybeasley2
roasting on the
edge of a shadow and
vital as the hidden cold drink is
incredible craziness has left
some stains and scars inside my personality
in the interest of civility i keep my mouth shut
taking a break from all communication
immaculate homes never have interesting residents
near the end of summer once again
growing used to going out a lot more often
saying up late with morning coffee prepared already
evidentially i raced against time when i
came back to the state i am in
unusual steps taken to build back those bridges
random twitchy actions seem to run in my blood
it is now the age of multitasking madness
take a minute to correctly percieve
yellow morning lit that fire
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morning fantastic

Posted on October 9, 2018 by jaybeasley2
many of the times we get along oh so well
often it is because we are together
red sunsets and cold blue mornings
nearly every one of them are a
intense reminder of where we want to be
not a day goes by that i am not
grateful for the mission i put myself on
frantic and fearful of the next touch
aware of how close to the edge i have come
never should even open my mouth
torn between service and self preservation
as i appreciate you know i am wrong
sometimes always being helpful does not help yourself
take everything from me you need to
if you need my life you can take that also
coming out of the dream
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atmosphere collection

Posted on October 7, 2018 by jaybeasley2
actually enabled
to fight the good fight
might not be nearly as important as
opportunities to learn why it is
still needed in the first place and
play the game with the intention of winning only,
have a chance to see the
evidence to see what everyone else wrestles with
riddles and jokes as code just in case
eventually it sinks in that you never
can stop working to improve if you want it enough
only the very best are aware of thier constancy
like that steady level of noise not in a library
lots of people are too tired or sad to try that way
everyone can get broken in this life but
cannot say i fit into that category anymore
truth is i can lift you out but
i cannot teach you to swim if you don’t want to
only you have the key
now that you know which door to open
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stunning continues

Posted on October 6, 2018 by jaybeasley2

Shining light glowing through
The shades and arriving with bird song
Underneath the canopy of a cloudy tree
Neatly arranging lines on the wall
Nearby I see your little hair curls…
Inched out along a soft pillow top
Near the green glow of an overnight soundtrack
Getting a slow sigh and a stretch pulled out
Comfy blankets laid out in rolling hills
Outside the covers is too cold for you to get up
Now I don’t want to move and disturb your still mood
Tempted to hold this moment long as possible
In this room a certain atmosphere exists
Natural easing back to the waking world
Untill I sit up the whole air will not shift
Insured that I have no reason to move
So that I can dwell here and cherish the calm

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