automatic emotion

Posted on May 12, 2017 by jaybeasley2
as the questions arrive at that space in your mind
use those tips of wisdom you draw upon when
terrible circumstances approach for a quick visit
only to decide to stay for a few weeks
making a choice to find out where you wish to be
after a final vision delivers a spiritual message
taken to the fresh air you didn’t know you wanted and
into the light that wakes you up again
coming back to the thought you had last time which was
either the place you sleep or the first place you open your eyes
many of those recent days you should have been corrected
out in the area where it is hot enough to slow you
tore a bunch of energy right down and claimed it through
intimate meditations while sweat pours out
off in the distant continents of my brain i know
nobody can do for you what i can do
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reality adjustment

Posted on May 10, 2017 by jaybeasley2
really the best day is when you accept
ending one path is the beginning of another
across the world and in every corner it is
like even the smallest seed can be the tree to make a hill erode
inside the soul of all the positive spirits is knowledge that
the deeper tale is always there no matter what or when
young or old or everything inbetween and
after too much truth everyone must take a moment to
digest and adjust because the whole world is arriving
just in time to show you how the story should go
unless you give yourself over to it, things can feel different
sometimes what you see is very hard to believe
those are the times you go with what your mind needs
most of the nights should consider an apology if it
ended without knowing what the last thing that happened was
nobody can ever replace you
the world is improved with you in it
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display discomfort

Posted on May 9, 2017 by jaybeasley2
dont tell me what to do today because
i have the feeling i would not be very good company
sometimes history sneaks up on you like a fly
possibly showing you how you have made this mistake already
little moments of realization letting in the light when
all this day i needed it so very badly
you have to fool me into thinking that you can love
doing all that you can to keep me here
if you really thought about it then you are going to become
so aware of all the things done right and wrong
can you act like i am important to you
or is that on the verge of asking too much
maybe i can return to when i was more zen
find the inside voice that guided this vehicle
occasionally it returns to me how i was once treated
ready but still often late and often odd
take me with you wherever you go
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reading into everything

Posted on May 7, 2017 by jaybeasley2
revolutions of the world seem fast
evertime i would give anything to slow them
as agression is my constant opponent
dont ever remember it if it hurt that bad
incidents that would make yearning thoughts hide
nearly as scary as that last time you were drunk and i
get that our teasing is accusations of cheating but
if you abuse the privledge you recieve then it vanishes and
now you have to deal with the reaction you get
terrible storms have long since passed
only those who hid under cover made it out
everybody avoids assuming the worst unless
voting or dealing with thier favorite bank
evidence is not as important as feelings in that court
ribs that feel a little bit sore on me because
you had a good time on me last night
the fact that i didn’t have as good a time as you dont matter
having an odd filter but at least i have one
included is the ability to feel for other people
nobody can escape every storm yet
great spirits can make it arrive at your door
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ready quickness

Posted on May 6, 2017 by jaybeasley2
red faced a little when i have to make myself
easily resist the temperment i was taught to love
around the same time i need you is when
diving into deeper waters is foolish
your eyes can no longer bring me to my knees
quizzing myself on all the things that have changed
under my arm your fingers slowly uncurl
inner rainstorms have brought my mind a soundtrack
can every day become this blazing fun or just
keep up with the level of unpredictability
needed to these arenas of not clock-watching
even the trees make weird shaped roots
sometimes no matter how perfect they are
some of the clothes aren’t worn like before
environment wishes you good will
so enjoy your time to kill
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distracted permission

Posted on May 6, 2017 by jaybeasley2
don’t tell me what to do because
it isn’t like we have never been here previously
stomping around town late at night
today is the final month before we could
really start to have a full pantry once
again and the sun will take its time sliding out of sight
culminating inside of a warm oven full of bread
those are the instances when it seemed too right
every time we embrace my heart takes flight
doing that dance that makes you happiest
perhaps followed by that dinner you like
emitting the smell that no person can resist
roasted veggies and garlic to a slow jazzy beat
maybe the song will last long enough this time
inclined notes as i hope to be in your century
submission caused by the effort of the quickness already
still cant get enough of you after a thousand days
incidents that make me smile at you happen often
off switch has been broken ever since we met
nothing means as much as time with you
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disappearing potion

Posted on May 3, 2017 by jaybeasley2
diving into the depths of all relief from sadness
inspired to be where i was at that time
sunsets that disappear when i open my eyes
around those fireworks that are gone in suprise
perhaps i assumed far too much
playing games with the fun we have each night
even when we do not know where the wind will carry us
again you are becoming loving as i die
ready to follow you into the heart of the volcano
included in the frequent conection of heat
nobody lives forever but you make me feel like i could
get back in the proper headspace
personalized intuition symbols flock around and
often i wonder what the futre will be
the only time i heard you say
include the sun in your every day devotions
one minute after you come in the door
nine kisses will arrive on your lips
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exhuming emotions

Posted on May 2, 2017 by jaybeasley2
exactly like teaching the youngest you know
x, y, z, then the end of the
humid waiting and learning period which was
using every bit of the day that was left
murdering the doubt that set us against each other
if left alone we would still come back together
nothing is as comforting as being told you are missed
growing old joined and unafraid to try new things
evidence of how much attention the night needs
mystic times that come back again
on the occasion of our desired evening
take a moment to appreciate where you are
in time all things change as they must
only you can make me see how to get through today
not that we will talk, i just go through it in my mind
sometimes asking myself what you would do
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burning memories

Posted on May 1, 2017 by jaybeasley2
better to play the game than rule the system
unless you arent alone in your own mind
right now i know for sure i
never want to be anywhere but next to you
if it means out in the cold or under hot sun it wont matter
nobody reads the mind of the clouds
giving you my everything because i want to give all i have
maybe i could slow dance with you
even as the sun comes up
make everything all out in the open
ordered to keep the peace by someone who is not peacefull
red in my face matches the blues in the music
i can’t read you like a book but i can hear you like
every song that i heard a hundered times and loved
seeing you beside me is glorious
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capture wildness

Posted on April 30, 2017 by jaybeasley2
confirm that the color of eyes are here
access where you show up to
plotting to disappear if you reject my face
times that are like this are far and few between
useless unless i am doing services for you
resting for a moment while you can
effort resulting in a need for some down time
when every ache is twice as
intense and it brought some friends along as well
letting you feel like you slipped and fell
down a hill tall enough to rattle your bones
nearly gone over the edge before i found out
each mistake made is seared into my memory
some of the nights are bright
some of the days are dark
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