where the sidewalk ends
is where the going gets tough
and we finally discover
what we're really made of
that's where the weeds
that sprout in the road
can hide the way
that we need to go
we struggle with life
juggle the strife
search for direction
in the worst conditions
pray for the light
to see us through the night
try to right the wrongs
to keep us moving on
there aren't any maps
or GPS satellites
there aren't signs
warning of dangerous plights
even if we saw them
is that the path we'd take?
lessons make us who we are
helping us bend not break
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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 13, 2019
a miracle
super glue isn't super enough
masking tape just won't mask
duct tape isn't strong enough
for the quake that caused these cracks
nothing can hold it together
the crevices are too deep
no wonders of modern science
a miracle adhesive is what I need
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masking tape just won't mask
duct tape isn't strong enough
for the quake that caused these cracks
nothing can hold it together
the crevices are too deep
no wonders of modern science
a miracle adhesive is what I need
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Friday, October 11, 2019
I knew
deep down that your moon would always be crescent
that there was a lack of light that I needed
that wood, when dry, splinters
that a house of cards is
weak
I know…
that a full moon offers all the light I need
that I can see forever from this place in time
that wood, when wet, swells
that a house made of bricks is
firm
I offer
not recriminations…
you gave what you could
without giving of yourself
you knew lust without love
and I, heartache from disparity
the red flag warning came too late
the holes too big to keep me afloat
not a good swimmer, I drifted on my back
till love threw me a preserver
that there was a lack of light that I needed
that wood, when dry, splinters
that a house of cards is
weak
I know…
that a full moon offers all the light I need
that I can see forever from this place in time
that wood, when wet, swells
that a house made of bricks is
firm
I offer
not recriminations…
you gave what you could
without giving of yourself
you knew lust without love
and I, heartache from disparity
the red flag warning came too late
the holes too big to keep me afloat
not a good swimmer, I drifted on my back
till love threw me a preserver
really?
a very small dose
what you think will soothe me most
you still don't know me
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what you think will soothe me most
you still don't know me
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come closer
come closer to my fire
let me warm you
like a moth to a flame
let me entice
for a little while
let your mind rest
let your body relax
let everything else go
to another place
when you first saw my face
that deep embrace
that forgotten taste
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let me warm you
like a moth to a flame
let me entice
for a little while
let your mind rest
let your body relax
let everything else go
to another place
when you first saw my face
that deep embrace
that forgotten taste
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another time
you hold me, once more,
in a way neither will forget
the last rays of afternoon
shining in on us
we talk of little things
unimportant to us now
leaving the heavy stuff
outside the door
along with all that once meant
swept under the welcome mat of
another time
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in a way neither will forget
the last rays of afternoon
shining in on us
we talk of little things
unimportant to us now
leaving the heavy stuff
outside the door
along with all that once meant
swept under the welcome mat of
another time
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Thursday, October 10, 2019
the thunder rolls
thunder rolls in the distance
lightning zigzags in the evening sky
soon rain will beat down in torrents
from the low clouds on the horizon
baby, come kiss and embrace me
let's make love as we ride out this storm
let all of this mounting passion
match the energy going on outdoors
let's light a couple of candles
and dance in their flickering light
while you whisper to me a sweet love song
and the storm blows out in the night
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lightning zigzags in the evening sky
soon rain will beat down in torrents
from the low clouds on the horizon
baby, come kiss and embrace me
let's make love as we ride out this storm
let all of this mounting passion
match the energy going on outdoors
let's light a couple of candles
and dance in their flickering light
while you whisper to me a sweet love song
and the storm blows out in the night
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elusive
the rain pours on me
the sun elusive most days
no rainbow shines through
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the sun elusive most days
no rainbow shines through
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Wednesday, October 9, 2019
shell marker
solitude and celestial light
reflections of most recent strife
I bury in sand with a shell marker
leave it there in shallow, salty water
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reflections of most recent strife
I bury in sand with a shell marker
leave it there in shallow, salty water
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neon lights
nowhere in the neon lights
does it say hold on for your dear life
we grab the bridle and dig our heels in
bouncing around as it kicks and spins
you sit in the diner--it's near midnight
you can see the damnedest sights
stirring your coffee trying not to stare
at what's in here or hiding out there
we can never quite let go
holding on till hell freezes over
witticism only takes you so far
miles roll fast when you're in your car
the bitter tolls and burdens of sins
the fences we build that keep us in
begging to be misunderstood
as you turn your back and leave for good
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does it say hold on for your dear life
we grab the bridle and dig our heels in
bouncing around as it kicks and spins
you sit in the diner--it's near midnight
you can see the damnedest sights
stirring your coffee trying not to stare
at what's in here or hiding out there
we can never quite let go
holding on till hell freezes over
witticism only takes you so far
miles roll fast when you're in your car
the bitter tolls and burdens of sins
the fences we build that keep us in
begging to be misunderstood
as you turn your back and leave for good
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ghost card
you hold one in your heart
keeping one on a string
you feed one half-truths
the other knows things
what little they know
what you think they believe
you hide it so well
your character, it seems
as you dance with them both
a large shadow you leave
and the love that you share
is framed with deceit
look in the mirror
a reflection that's black
a love based on lies
will eventually crack
when you look at her photo
love coursing through your veins
remember what you said
the ghost card remains
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keeping one on a string
you feed one half-truths
the other knows things
what little they know
what you think they believe
you hide it so well
your character, it seems
as you dance with them both
a large shadow you leave
and the love that you share
is framed with deceit
look in the mirror
a reflection that's black
a love based on lies
will eventually crack
when you look at her photo
love coursing through your veins
remember what you said
the ghost card remains
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inside the frame
in my thoughts where daylight dances
with my hopes and some missed chances
in this dream of scented surrender
lavender ideas, honey embers
the camera lens captures it all
reconnecting large and small
it falls in place inside the frame
ashes float from burning flames
I will sing this song of when
lyrics written of all there in
on this sheet the words bleed red
bonding us with crimson thread
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with my hopes and some missed chances
in this dream of scented surrender
lavender ideas, honey embers
the camera lens captures it all
reconnecting large and small
it falls in place inside the frame
ashes float from burning flames
I will sing this song of when
lyrics written of all there in
on this sheet the words bleed red
bonding us with crimson thread
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Annie Oakley
a little girl with braids a-flyin
a stick pony without a head
righting the wrongs of childhood
when others didn't play along
I rope my brother, tie him down
make him the bad guy, make him frown
he's not that happy, playin my game
Annie Oakley, runs away
before he can tell mom
I grew up, put Annie aside
forgot about her for a very long time
now that I go to the range and shoot
Annie has returned
once again to right the wrongs
Annie has returned
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a stick pony without a head
righting the wrongs of childhood
when others didn't play along
I rope my brother, tie him down
make him the bad guy, make him frown
he's not that happy, playin my game
Annie Oakley, runs away
before he can tell mom
I grew up, put Annie aside
forgot about her for a very long time
now that I go to the range and shoot
Annie has returned
once again to right the wrongs
Annie has returned
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Tuesday, October 8, 2019
third degree burn
sunglasses protect deep green eyes
Aer Lingus cap shades a fair, Irish nose
SPF 50, slathered generously, for my skin
warding off the sun’s bright, harmful rays
my heart, protected by the strong bones of the chest wall,
layers of dermis, and by my swimsuit top
survives not so well, and
blisters with a third degree burn
Aer Lingus cap shades a fair, Irish nose
SPF 50, slathered generously, for my skin
warding off the sun’s bright, harmful rays
my heart, protected by the strong bones of the chest wall,
layers of dermis, and by my swimsuit top
survives not so well, and
blisters with a third degree burn
silent shore
on this silent shore
I stand at the edge of you
making these dreams of you real
can I push you over the edge?
did I push it over the end?
how much time can I spend?
I keep returning, back for more
I find you waiting at my heart's door
far inside your walls, I call
how much time can I spend?
till I've pushed love over the end
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what remains
we find faith in what is true
the way things always change
keeping all from what remains
and part like two old friends
it will be like time stood still
if the trail should carry us back
meeting again after time has passed
a friendship with solid footing
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the way things always change
keeping all from what remains
and part like two old friends
it will be like time stood still
if the trail should carry us back
meeting again after time has passed
a friendship with solid footing
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in between
there's a song that I hear
lyrics stuck in my soul
playing over and over
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
I guess I'll learn them as I go
it's a song about chance
of buried hopes and dreams
of mountain sun and evening rain
a song about love, living, dying
about all that falls in between
right now I hum it in my head
memorizing, harmonizing
a constant white noise that drives me
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
yet, there is no singer here
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lyrics stuck in my soul
playing over and over
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
I guess I'll learn them as I go
it's a song about chance
of buried hopes and dreams
of mountain sun and evening rain
a song about love, living, dying
about all that falls in between
right now I hum it in my head
memorizing, harmonizing
a constant white noise that drives me
I don't know all the words
but I do know the tune
yet, there is no singer here
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molecular cohesion
I waited, long, for your sweet song
you seem to be where I belong
or is it an illusion
come from my dreams into loving arms
fall seductive, to my charms
love's molecular cohesion
don't let it be our time has passed
a fantasy that burned too fast
a hazy apparition
I wait to follow
fill the hollow
two heart's conversation
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you seem to be where I belong
or is it an illusion
come from my dreams into loving arms
fall seductive, to my charms
love's molecular cohesion
don't let it be our time has passed
a fantasy that burned too fast
a hazy apparition
I wait to follow
fill the hollow
two heart's conversation
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Monday, October 7, 2019
snap
I lay it down
echoes cross the line
addressing things
you thought were fine
the connection snaps
I can't go back
only forward
it is too late
what you created
is heavily weighted
the dam breaks
heartache pouring over
drowning what was left
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echoes cross the line
addressing things
you thought were fine
the connection snaps
I can't go back
only forward
it is too late
what you created
is heavily weighted
the dam breaks
heartache pouring over
drowning what was left
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Sunday, October 6, 2019
treasure
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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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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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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