yesterday's treasure, soon forgotten
packed away in a minuscule box
not as faceted as once thought
on a shelf now gathering dust
another trinket now misplaced
sparkling less as it all fades
memories that once meant much
now that need has long since gone
wipe away the cobwebbed songs
forgotten lines and sing song tunes
all I ever thought of you
shattered shades of dark dark blue
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https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Saturday, October 5, 2019
double-edged words
wielding, slashing releasing my wrath
rhyming prose my double-edged hack
releasing all this pent-up anger
directed at my own weaknesses
berating, lambasting where it seethes
even though I saw, I failed to see
with every withdrawal and your repose
a shield you use that causes my blows
the sweetest gift you could have left
this one I use to pen and reflect
the only one who has let me down
is the one in the mirror staring back
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rhyming prose my double-edged hack
releasing all this pent-up anger
directed at my own weaknesses
berating, lambasting where it seethes
even though I saw, I failed to see
with every withdrawal and your repose
a shield you use that causes my blows
the sweetest gift you could have left
this one I use to pen and reflect
the only one who has let me down
is the one in the mirror staring back
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dreams
she wove the clouds into a gossamer lace
trapping her love there forever
tending, rendering all of her heart
to one whose thoughts were barren
sighing, crying, realizing
that it was not to be
erasing, debasing what once was
she set her lover free
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AWOL (absent without love)
"He went over the hill, Sergeant."
"Are you sure, did you search the barracks?"
"Yes, only personal possessions are missing.
Photographs, cd's...that kind of stuff."
"File the reports, Private."
"I was so sure this one had the right stuff,
Sergeant, and would go the distance."
"There is no such thing, as a sure thing.
You should know that by now!"
"What should I do with what is left?"
"Box it and trash it. Anything left behind will not be missed"
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"Are you sure, did you search the barracks?"
"Yes, only personal possessions are missing.
Photographs, cd's...that kind of stuff."
"File the reports, Private."
"I was so sure this one had the right stuff,
Sergeant, and would go the distance."
"There is no such thing, as a sure thing.
You should know that by now!"
"What should I do with what is left?"
"Box it and trash it. Anything left behind will not be missed"
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Friday, October 4, 2019
once
once, from high in the mountains
your song rained down on me
drops splattering my soul
I got lost in the fantasy, thoughts
of you tied with fragile spun dreams
bound by the depth of your love
unlacing the ribbon, you look within
with tenderness, you take my heart
uniting it with yours
now, this love blooms, flowers strewn
nourished by the rain and sun
in the valley inside
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your song rained down on me
drops splattering my soul
I got lost in the fantasy, thoughts
of you tied with fragile spun dreams
bound by the depth of your love
unlacing the ribbon, you look within
with tenderness, you take my heart
uniting it with yours
now, this love blooms, flowers strewn
nourished by the rain and sun
in the valley inside
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Worry
It serves no purpose
Helps not my thought
Wondering about resolve
All the while,
My stomach in knots
What will be; is
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Helps not my thought
Wondering about resolve
All the while,
My stomach in knots
What will be; is
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Thursday, October 3, 2019
addiction
and so it begins....
my withdrawal from an addiction
that causes so much pain,
frustration and confusion
as I bounce off
of these barbed-wire walls
I know I am strong enough
to finally break free
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my withdrawal from an addiction
that causes so much pain,
frustration and confusion
as I bounce off
of these barbed-wire walls
I know I am strong enough
to finally break free
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Tuesday, October 1, 2019
amber ambiguity
in amber ambiguity
how sweetly it unravels
till there is nothing left behind
just the weeded path I traveled
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how sweetly it unravels
till there is nothing left behind
just the weeded path I traveled
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befuddled
in the middle it all muddles
like warm milk that is curdled
once it cuddled all soft and swaddled
no longer a rhyme, no, more a riddle
a heart that somehow becomes rattled
a canoe adrift without the paddles
a bucking horse without a saddle
a losing team that needs a huddle
in the midst a great big puddle
seems it was always a losing battle
it just moans with its death rattle
all of this leaving me befuddled
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like warm milk that is curdled
once it cuddled all soft and swaddled
no longer a rhyme, no, more a riddle
a heart that somehow becomes rattled
a canoe adrift without the paddles
a bucking horse without a saddle
a losing team that needs a huddle
in the midst a great big puddle
seems it was always a losing battle
it just moans with its death rattle
all of this leaving me befuddled
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addendum
I had forgotten...
the sweet smells
lilacs in full bloom
freshly mowed grass
tulips and roses in bloom
springtime in the Midwest
the smells of childhood return
and the comforts I had left behind
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the sweet smells
lilacs in full bloom
freshly mowed grass
tulips and roses in bloom
springtime in the Midwest
the smells of childhood return
and the comforts I had left behind
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Sunday, September 29, 2019
fluent
in sarcasm I am fluent
it rolls glibly off my tongue
metaphors tumble freely about
like windows and sliding doors
sometimes I get in trouble
cause my answers are just too flip
that is the reason I write
I can always delete it!
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it rolls glibly off my tongue
metaphors tumble freely about
like windows and sliding doors
sometimes I get in trouble
cause my answers are just too flip
that is the reason I write
I can always delete it!
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Saturday, September 28, 2019
fire
stoke this fire
that continues to burn
with every dance
with every word
keep it hot
let the embers fly
igniting all
that is close by
dance near my flame
touch this heat
keep it burning
feed this need
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that continues to burn
with every dance
with every word
keep it hot
let the embers fly
igniting all
that is close by
dance near my flame
touch this heat
keep it burning
feed this need
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silver lining
I guess the silver lining
is that I learn humility
once more I forgive
love falls at your feet
roping with your lariat
more than you'll ever need
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is that I learn humility
once more I forgive
love falls at your feet
roping with your lariat
more than you'll ever need
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black knight
glorious is your victory
no prisoners do you take
as the notches keep getting deeper
with each heart that you break
on every single battlefield
in the midst of the moonlight
the black knight is still standing
as he captures the flag of white
the dying and the wounded
suffering from shell-shock
and he turns the golden key
on a heart that remains locked
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no prisoners do you take
as the notches keep getting deeper
with each heart that you break
on every single battlefield
in the midst of the moonlight
the black knight is still standing
as he captures the flag of white
the dying and the wounded
suffering from shell-shock
and he turns the golden key
on a heart that remains locked
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Friday, September 27, 2019
missing
do you feel like something is missing?
things you can't understand
like it's hiding in white shadows
part of a hidden master plan
do you get all that you're seeking?
feel you've stumbled upon some gold
is it all you've ever wanted?
what a crystal ball foretold
do you know it when you see it?
can you keep what you have found?
can you realize your dreams?
and wrestle them to the ground
can you see the storm is raging?
is it there when the sun is rising?
as the monsoon is slowly fading
does it break on your horizon?
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things you can't understand
like it's hiding in white shadows
part of a hidden master plan
do you get all that you're seeking?
feel you've stumbled upon some gold
is it all you've ever wanted?
what a crystal ball foretold
do you know it when you see it?
can you keep what you have found?
can you realize your dreams?
and wrestle them to the ground
can you see the storm is raging?
is it there when the sun is rising?
as the monsoon is slowly fading
does it break on your horizon?
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vial
needle in to fill the vial
crimson it is drawn
as I wait with apprehension
a true test of fate's great yawn
lighter is the dawning
the moon a clouded maze
pushed from the sky by sunlight
as you begin a phaze
the crimson fluid tells nothing
of what will come to pass
no antibodies warning
in the crystal vase
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crimson it is drawn
as I wait with apprehension
a true test of fate's great yawn
lighter is the dawning
the moon a clouded maze
pushed from the sky by sunlight
as you begin a phaze
the crimson fluid tells nothing
of what will come to pass
no antibodies warning
in the crystal vase
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Thursday, September 26, 2019
seeds
as your dreams materialize
mine continue to diminish
seeds planted in rocky soil
although the rain continues to fall
the nurturing sun shines warm
mother nature works against me
as does cupid and his bow
nothing grows in this valley
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mine continue to diminish
seeds planted in rocky soil
although the rain continues to fall
the nurturing sun shines warm
mother nature works against me
as does cupid and his bow
nothing grows in this valley
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Tuesday, September 24, 2019
cadence
once...
I wrote a song for you
lyrics sung of crescent moons
of stars on ceilings glowing, too
all of this I did for you
once...
I took a long shot chance
when you asked me for a dance
mirrors reflected a sideways glance
adding to the ambiance
once...
I had a vivid dream
perfectly the cadence rings
a concerto played by only strings
kindred are the spirits that sing
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I wrote a song for you
lyrics sung of crescent moons
of stars on ceilings glowing, too
all of this I did for you
once...
I took a long shot chance
when you asked me for a dance
mirrors reflected a sideways glance
adding to the ambiance
once...
I had a vivid dream
perfectly the cadence rings
a concerto played by only strings
kindred are the spirits that sing
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exiled
I do my best, but I don't succeed
I get what I want, but not what I need
and I'm so tired, but I can't sleep
cause when I do, I start to dream
what is it you feel when I touch your face?
what you're looking for, and have replaced
what I feel tossed, like discarded waste
I've played it wrong, and made mistakes
you said when I come, I bring the rain
no afterglow, or sweet refrain
from my love you will abstain
exiled from your heart's domain
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I get what I want, but not what I need
and I'm so tired, but I can't sleep
cause when I do, I start to dream
what is it you feel when I touch your face?
what you're looking for, and have replaced
what I feel tossed, like discarded waste
I've played it wrong, and made mistakes
you said when I come, I bring the rain
no afterglow, or sweet refrain
from my love you will abstain
exiled from your heart's domain
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Monday, September 23, 2019
Second Amendment
please, Mr. President
don't take my 9 away
right now it is my right
and I shoot most every day
I use it very wisely
I would never take a life
aren't there bigger issues?
you've got larger fish to fry!
what would I do without it?
where will frustrations go?
shooting at a target
is the best way that I know!
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don't take my 9 away
right now it is my right
and I shoot most every day
I use it very wisely
I would never take a life
aren't there bigger issues?
you've got larger fish to fry!
what would I do without it?
where will frustrations go?
shooting at a target
is the best way that I know!
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not giving back
we pillage the future and rape the land
we don't give back, can't understand
what was once a garden of Eden
is all lost by our deceiving
we fill the air with toxic dust
while into oceans oils gush
sea life dies from our mistakes
volcanoes flow, and the ground quakes
what will it take to make us see?
what will it cost to make Earth clean?
what we pass on to our heirs
what we destroyed without a care
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we don't give back, can't understand
what was once a garden of Eden
is all lost by our deceiving
we fill the air with toxic dust
while into oceans oils gush
sea life dies from our mistakes
volcanoes flow, and the ground quakes
what will it take to make us see?
what will it cost to make Earth clean?
what we pass on to our heirs
what we destroyed without a care
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Friday, September 20, 2019
blinded by the light
I'm filling up these pages, emptying this well
as I sort through this nightmare, penning my side of hell
my heart is paying the price and a bitter price it pays
I don't say anything new, it has always been this way
I've twisted all the answers and crossed the crimson line
always one more reason for this loveless crime
I can't recognize the words, or the lyrics to the tune
the drummer keeps on drumming and the piper wants his due
I'm not good at telling stories and not good at this dance
I'm good at seeing the future, as I snap out of this trance
I'm good at being alone, I have been for many a night
I'm no longer in the dark, or blinded by your light
I feel the club you're using, it has a pretty long reach
I can feel it coming down, though that wasn't what you preached
toxic isn't strong enough, lethal a better word
but you don't need redemption for this sentence that I serve
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as I sort through this nightmare, penning my side of hell
my heart is paying the price and a bitter price it pays
I don't say anything new, it has always been this way
I've twisted all the answers and crossed the crimson line
always one more reason for this loveless crime
I can't recognize the words, or the lyrics to the tune
the drummer keeps on drumming and the piper wants his due
I'm not good at telling stories and not good at this dance
I'm good at seeing the future, as I snap out of this trance
I'm good at being alone, I have been for many a night
I'm no longer in the dark, or blinded by your light
I feel the club you're using, it has a pretty long reach
I can feel it coming down, though that wasn't what you preached
toxic isn't strong enough, lethal a better word
but you don't need redemption for this sentence that I serve
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no better or no worse
just because it hurts
like a wound at which I curse
it is no better or it is no worse
in the end we get what we deserve
just because I lose
it doesn't mean I am lost
nothing will make me stop
each line I will step across
it doesn't mean you have won
not to me, but away you run
the door is left ajar
you can run but won't get far
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like a wound at which I curse
it is no better or it is no worse
in the end we get what we deserve
just because I lose
it doesn't mean I am lost
nothing will make me stop
each line I will step across
it doesn't mean you have won
not to me, but away you run
the door is left ajar
you can run but won't get far
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Thursday, September 19, 2019
cruising
Dorian's path is close at hand
seeing the coast and aftermath
ocean as far as I can see
calmly laying there for me
Atlantic wind that blows my hair
hand in hand in the night air
romantic is our interlude
like there's only me and you
distant shores with much to see
lighthouse ports shine on the beach
on we go into the night
sailing till the morning's light
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the weight of love
haloed effects of a ceiling fan
a warm touch from your strong hands
kisses deep on satin sheets
as we both get all that we need
tallowed light, reflecting glow
on hidden sweetness down below
rhythmic rising underneath
the weight of love and passion's heat
the moon rises high in the evening night
and unaware we ignore its light
stolen hours of pleasure sought
giving, taking all you brought
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a warm touch from your strong hands
kisses deep on satin sheets
as we both get all that we need
tallowed light, reflecting glow
on hidden sweetness down below
rhythmic rising underneath
the weight of love and passion's heat
the moon rises high in the evening night
and unaware we ignore its light
stolen hours of pleasure sought
giving, taking all you brought
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