Tag Archives: poetry

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Posted on August 7, 2014 by jaybeasley2

Longing for your touch I travel out and about To where you are, happily, Glancing about the sky and Making sure it will never Again be one single day That passes between the Times I say to you the love … Continue reading →

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comfy sip

Posted on August 6, 2014 by jaybeasley2

these are the wistful moments, shallow times, there is now a kiss waiting for you, but the song changes gears, and I miss you so, while the rain starts again there are ants on the hill and a bird on … Continue reading →

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be ready

Posted on August 6, 2014 by jaybeasley2

broken-ness comes, first in the way that asking for asking for an opinion no longer happens, then by the fulfilling of any other friends wishes before the taking into consideration of you, after that the making of a change that … Continue reading →

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sore

Posted on August 5, 2014 by jaybeasley2

can it be that I am the very most thankful because I am the one with none of the regrets, your sentence of life, my sentence of love and the final last breath of warm reassuring hate, and fury, and … Continue reading →

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lost

Posted on August 5, 2014 by jaybeasley2

your hand reminds me that you probably wasted away the day that I would’ve stayed around to find out what you had to say but it has ben a long time since you recognized any of this because you made … Continue reading →

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Assessment (wet from from my eye tonight means…)

Posted on August 5, 2014 by jaybeasley2

you have arrived. I was far away in the land of dream, and you came. like a slow ghost riding a breeze; you coasted up to me and with a smile that can only mean good things and a hug … Continue reading →

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paw (wounded animal)

Posted on August 4, 2014 by jaybeasley2

pacing back and forth my sanity crashes into the egg that is my mind my insides are like jello I have become numbly dumb have I truly crossed over that imaginary line? mad or not I am myself wandering eyes … Continue reading →

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found

Posted on August 4, 2014 by jaybeasley2

true the earth lifts up each day and each second passes by like a thunderclap of experience and all is well yet the previous moments lost are a dreary and precious and deep complication of the knotted times, compared to … Continue reading →

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Heads are going to roll

Posted on August 3, 2014 by jaybeasley2

The clock is ticking, and the tides are turning. The jester and the barkeep play dice while a few miles away their messengers have been reduced to bones. But they do not wait for word to return and have little … Continue reading →

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acknowledgement

Posted on August 2, 2014 by jaybeasley2

don’t lose track of the rhythm we have our own pace and don’t black out or take anything unless it is good soup offered by a cozy house on a day you were followed by every dark cloud in town … Continue reading →

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