costume personality

Posted on December 28, 2017 by jaybeasley2
came from a place where
only the deepest thinkers can live
staying no place for long like the opposite of
those who only color inside the lines
underneath the table are
many scattered shoes and we
either play a game or are fast asleep
perhaps we might even
end the evening talking once more
regarding the choices we have like
symptoms of some future in mind
only if the sunshine comes sweetly
nobody finds a sleeping plant without effort
and you have poured water down my shirt
let us hope for all the fun
if we are there it is going to be a good time
take me with you when you go
you are my preferred happy song
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several injuries

Posted on December 26, 2017 by jaybeasley2
some of the most amazing times
excite me because you are here
very happy that somehow you stick around
enduring each minute without you
reading that card you wrote me is hope
and each year i get better and
less stupid about my own life
introducing myself to
nineteen liquors give or take a few
jolted to a few moving parts of pain
understandably annoyed with aging itself
rich in companionship and freedom
it is the only thing that counts right now
each night holding your hand
still mornings with a goodbye kiss
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ruined atmosphere

Posted on December 25, 2017 by jaybeasley2
red sky showing the final
use of mystic tools and
instruments of inspirational weaponry
normally calm hands shake
eager in anticipation of
dissolving resistance to the celebration
arranging decorations mentally
then quickly changing the idea
molding the discovery of a year unseen
open the door to
several directions of instant serendipity
pull out the shaker and give me some ice
have a tall sip and remember
empty glass like a politician’s eyes
red and glazed
every day a long long race
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collected jungle

Posted on December 22, 2017 by jaybeasley2
curled up tiny bits of leaf
on the branch of a
large open and fuzzy green stem
letting the colors grow
every day bleeding into the room
cupping the air and
tumbling bloom once in a while
each one rescued to the
dedicated care of a chlorophyll zookeeper
jars that look like mummified cactus
unorganized moss that looks like hair
nine succulents looking like a frozen choir
growing in every direction
little concerto of a praise of water
each one a statue of peace
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centered circle

Posted on December 21, 2017 by jaybeasley2
coming across records of
every time i made a bad decision
nearly lost my will to live for a minute there
then i just happened to run into someone
even more turned around in life than myself
right when it was an
extreme gamble to count on anyone
didn’t have a single doubt where she was
concerned
intimidation doesn’t work on me anymore
ready and willing to do whatever she asks
can’t believe i am back here again
like a kid with a new pair of eyes
entire days devoted to looking at you
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feeling limitations

Posted on December 18, 2017 by jaybeasley2
finding out how you feel is like
every day a brand new life
empty like a room we do not
live in any longer
if you cannot control your mind
nothing will be a well thought out process
gifts of time become
little chocolates you get after every meal
inside i conjure up
my own tiny version of emily dickenson
invigorated by dark letters written in
the deepest shadow of night and
animals in the forest have more in common with me
than any one i went to school with
it is not so hard to be respectful
only you know all of existence is there when you
need to manifest your dreams you just have to
see how to live like you know that and live pure
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shivering world

Posted on December 17, 2017 by jaybeasley2
sometimes a collected concern
has the ability to change how you think
included in a chance to see it coming
very much like something
everyone else thinks is scary but to you comforting
redefine the ways to get
inside the mind of someone close to you
narrow is a window showing
glowing light of the whole entire
world showing deep in the shining
of your soul
riding the sounds of a new imagination
let go of your past
do not predict the future
stay in the moment
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philosophical disaster

Posted on December 16, 2017 by jaybeasley2
preferred the night because i
have to make a choice
in the time that can be chosen again
like a desperate song played
on a deserving hour for a friend
spared the moments
of fond memories of a definitive closeness
perhaps the
happiness received will be re-lived one day
interested in the message that is
carefully hidden beneath the surface
as if a fish that preferred the darkness or
letting the spider go back outside
during the moments of silence
if you look you can practically
see the words hanging there in the air
after you read the whole thing
seems like there was a hard left turn
that reminds me of cooking with too much salt
every time i need to be comforted i can
remember you are here
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intensifying years

Posted on December 15, 2017 by jaybeasley2
including the vast array of
nights when we couldn’t stop yawning
the price paid for precious fun
entire weeks where there is
not enough rest to make up for the excitement
showing just enough energies to
introduce the desires
for a real gentile landing of
your lounging on a coushion
inspired to recall much of my past
neutral ground living conditions
growing more and more each passing day
yearning for the touch of your hand
exquisite and delicate like a jungle flower
as i get tired i just have to
remember your kiss and then the time is
suspended for just that one moment
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shared struggles

Posted on December 15, 2017 by jaybeasley2
so there is a number of books in the
house while open may never be read
and around the chair a few
randomly crumpled papers that
each have a mostly completed composition
drawn delicately in dark ink and darker words
some of the decorating had seen
thoroughly better days and
right when one was almost complete another was started
until the day the door was
going to be opened no more
got some music tattooed on the walls
like a painting being constructed from scraps
every day i pray for the return
so nothing gets moved or touched
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