when I ran on empty
you filled my life
working around
what lays behind
days of heartbreak
an eye that was blind
you touch my heart
and ease my mind
months of cold
and listless days
starting over
all of that erased
once again, I pledge my love
letting all the ghosts abate
if I think about it much
will it be the same debate?
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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, November 10, 2019
Saturday, November 9, 2019
sunset
there is a reason
the sun sets in the West
going down, the day is done
and as we relax and unwind
it sizzles softly into the ocean
mountains majestic
green and tall
the mighty saguaro
arms outstretched
the moon rises high
to a coyote howl
and a million stars
watch us sleep
the sun, jealous, in the East
rises early and tries to compete
although the dawn is a beautiful red
the splendor of the sunset wins
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the sun sets in the West
going down, the day is done
and as we relax and unwind
it sizzles softly into the ocean
mountains majestic
green and tall
the mighty saguaro
arms outstretched
the moon rises high
to a coyote howl
and a million stars
watch us sleep
the sun, jealous, in the East
rises early and tries to compete
although the dawn is a beautiful red
the splendor of the sunset wins
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leaves
leaves...red, orange and brown
barren limbs from where they hung
winter coming fast
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barren limbs from where they hung
winter coming fast
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Friday, November 8, 2019
your every move
there's a master plan
we just can't see
maybe, hidden by mountains
or shady mesquite
sometimes we can't see the light
but we can feel the heat
open your mind
before you retreat
when forgiveness feels
like a foreign place
where serenity
doesn't show its grace
when you search for peace
but it escapes
and the remaining dregs
shake what's left of faith
you read the books
attend the groups
it doesn't soak in
or help to soothe
the shadow shrinks
but is never removed
the shroud still covers
your every move
there's a master plan
we just can't see
maybe, hidden by mountains
or shady mesquite
sometimes we can't see the light
but we can feel the heat
open your mind
before you retreat
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we just can't see
maybe, hidden by mountains
or shady mesquite
sometimes we can't see the light
but we can feel the heat
open your mind
before you retreat
when forgiveness feels
like a foreign place
where serenity
doesn't show its grace
when you search for peace
but it escapes
and the remaining dregs
shake what's left of faith
you read the books
attend the groups
it doesn't soak in
or help to soothe
the shadow shrinks
but is never removed
the shroud still covers
your every move
there's a master plan
we just can't see
maybe, hidden by mountains
or shady mesquite
sometimes we can't see the light
but we can feel the heat
open your mind
before you retreat
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Thursday, November 7, 2019
not a cowgirl
you've got me listening to country
some of these lyrics ring true
my foot may be tapping in time
but I don't wear cowgirl boots
I don't own a cowgirl hat
I know you have a few
all of mine are caps with brims
and some sport logos too (not John Deere)
I don't drive a pick-up truck
imports are what suit me
I do like driving a stick shift
but not wearing Wrangler jeans
I don't live in Nashville
I do live in the West
I do love to shoot a gun
a cowgirl at heart I guess
now, you've got me singing along
to these catchy rhythmic tunes
I think I could even write a few
send me some more would you?
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some of these lyrics ring true
my foot may be tapping in time
but I don't wear cowgirl boots
I don't own a cowgirl hat
I know you have a few
all of mine are caps with brims
and some sport logos too (not John Deere)
I don't drive a pick-up truck
imports are what suit me
I do like driving a stick shift
but not wearing Wrangler jeans
I don't live in Nashville
I do live in the West
I do love to shoot a gun
a cowgirl at heart I guess
now, you've got me singing along
to these catchy rhythmic tunes
I think I could even write a few
send me some more would you?
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my drift
if I left my heart in San Francisco
but I'm in Luckenbach, Texas
if Chicago is my kind of town
but I need to please come to Boston
if by the time I get to Phoenix
I'm on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
if I am having a Rocky Mountain high
but I am kissing L.A. goodbye
if I shuffle off to Buffalo
can I catch the last train to Clarksville
if all of my ex's live in Texas
that's why I'm wasted in Margaritaville
if everything spins--like the quarter that flips
or much quicker than a New York minute
if you get the gist of these tunes that were hits
then you catch my drift and where all this was going
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but I'm in Luckenbach, Texas
if Chicago is my kind of town
but I need to please come to Boston
if by the time I get to Phoenix
I'm on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
if I am having a Rocky Mountain high
but I am kissing L.A. goodbye
if I shuffle off to Buffalo
can I catch the last train to Clarksville
if all of my ex's live in Texas
that's why I'm wasted in Margaritaville
if everything spins--like the quarter that flips
or much quicker than a New York minute
if you get the gist of these tunes that were hits
then you catch my drift and where all this was going
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leather
they're a perfect fit
and okay, I will admit
I look hot in chaps
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and okay, I will admit
I look hot in chaps
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Wednesday, November 6, 2019
scent of rain haiku
the nitrogen smell
that comes before the rain falls
a scent that I love
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that comes before the rain falls
a scent that I love
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Desert Rain
A southwest sky
Blue and clear
Wishing for storm clouds
To reappear
The desert monsoon
That gives us life
Deafening thunder and
Lightning strikes
A month of rain
Cool and clean
Replenishing all
Making the desert green
The washes fill
And overflow
Hazardous driving
We’ve come to know
I love the monsoons
And the month of rain
It doesn’t last long
In this terrain
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Blue and clear
Wishing for storm clouds
To reappear
The desert monsoon
That gives us life
Deafening thunder and
Lightning strikes
A month of rain
Cool and clean
Replenishing all
Making the desert green
The washes fill
And overflow
Hazardous driving
We’ve come to know
I love the monsoons
And the month of rain
It doesn’t last long
In this terrain
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Tuesday, November 5, 2019
storm
it may storm and the winds may blow
the lightning flash and thunder rumble
we weather the storms and the monsoon rain
climb out of the washes where the water rushes
the tempest blows and pushes hard
but we're holding on, holding strong
wandering down this mountainside
to the valley below where the stars collide
take my hand and lead me through
protect this heart wrapped up in you
suspend the moments and hold the thoughts
breathing freshness, the storm has wrought
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the lightning flash and thunder rumble
we weather the storms and the monsoon rain
climb out of the washes where the water rushes
the tempest blows and pushes hard
but we're holding on, holding strong
wandering down this mountainside
to the valley below where the stars collide
take my hand and lead me through
protect this heart wrapped up in you
suspend the moments and hold the thoughts
breathing freshness, the storm has wrought
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rain
the desert heat withers
days long, spirits beaten down
the sun baking deep crevices
my soul cries for rain
liquid silver drops
torrents to drench
soaking to the bone
rain down on me
overflow the washes
bring the verdancy
back to my valley
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days long, spirits beaten down
the sun baking deep crevices
my soul cries for rain
liquid silver drops
torrents to drench
soaking to the bone
rain down on me
overflow the washes
bring the verdancy
back to my valley
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Monday, November 4, 2019
dreaming in color
I'm learning to dream in color again
I rest in sleep 'til the dawn creeps in
that door that opened leads to a garden
wide open views without the usual fences
the mountains purple with skies of blue
sweeping to the valley with wondrous hues
the breeze sings a song with a new tune
I know the reason--it's all you
the unanswered knocks on those old doors
millions of questions there weren't answers for
like a child's game I tallied the score
I couldn't win but went back for more
but now I dream in color again
I rest in sleep 'til the dawn creeps in
paid the piper for all past sins
removing the loss is the best revenge
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I rest in sleep 'til the dawn creeps in
that door that opened leads to a garden
wide open views without the usual fences
the mountains purple with skies of blue
sweeping to the valley with wondrous hues
the breeze sings a song with a new tune
I know the reason--it's all you
the unanswered knocks on those old doors
millions of questions there weren't answers for
like a child's game I tallied the score
I couldn't win but went back for more
but now I dream in color again
I rest in sleep 'til the dawn creeps in
paid the piper for all past sins
removing the loss is the best revenge
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awesome
I scoot closer
my visor touches your back
your body shields the cold
a breezy morning
the mountains...awesome
the traffic...light
the sun rises
the day warms
the bike purrs
and so does my spirit
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my visor touches your back
your body shields the cold
a breezy morning
the mountains...awesome
the traffic...light
the sun rises
the day warms
the bike purrs
and so does my spirit
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Sunday, November 3, 2019
camo
peel a layer of camo off
the sun now high above my head
nothing ventures in my path
gloss my lips and sit and wait
this terrain in which I hunt
the grey ghost hides deep within
I chamber a round waiting to see
if today I have more luck
the wind blows gales across the brush
watering eyes beneath my brim
blow my nose, and ponder fate
loving the forest's canvass hues
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the sun now high above my head
nothing ventures in my path
gloss my lips and sit and wait
this terrain in which I hunt
the grey ghost hides deep within
I chamber a round waiting to see
if today I have more luck
the wind blows gales across the brush
watering eyes beneath my brim
blow my nose, and ponder fate
loving the forest's canvass hues
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the hunt
a doe and fawn upon the hill
skittering down while it is still
lifting their noses in the air
smelling the hunt that lingers there
never see them with a buck
who has a different kind of luck
during season, he travels alone
every night a different home
daring not to stop and graze
not in the field or forest leas
hidden in the meadow's loam
many places he can roam
a doe comes near - at least 3 feet
before she looks and then sees me
on her fleet feet, she runs away
don't worry doe, it's not your day
plenty of shots, but none are mine
they call it hunting, I know why
hard to find the bucks are hidden
maybe next time will be my bidding
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skittering down while it is still
lifting their noses in the air
smelling the hunt that lingers there
never see them with a buck
who has a different kind of luck
during season, he travels alone
every night a different home
daring not to stop and graze
not in the field or forest leas
hidden in the meadow's loam
many places he can roam
a doe comes near - at least 3 feet
before she looks and then sees me
on her fleet feet, she runs away
don't worry doe, it's not your day
plenty of shots, but none are mine
they call it hunting, I know why
hard to find the bucks are hidden
maybe next time will be my bidding
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hoping
many things we don't want to face
answers plain we can't embrace
how some loves into the background fade
why sometimes we turn and walk away
the words I write, the things I feel
not always kind, but to me real
ups and downs with heat and chills
love without the returned thrill
without looking, I found what's true
what I wanted...couldn't get from you
color now painted over the blues
what I'm hoping you'll find too
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answers plain we can't embrace
how some loves into the background fade
why sometimes we turn and walk away
the words I write, the things I feel
not always kind, but to me real
ups and downs with heat and chills
love without the returned thrill
without looking, I found what's true
what I wanted...couldn't get from you
color now painted over the blues
what I'm hoping you'll find too
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Saturday, November 2, 2019
unmatched
random acts of love
displayed when we're together
to the outside world
for hearts still unmatched
you are searching for true love
but look in the wrong place
would you know it
if it fell in front of you
kicking and screaming
begging for acclaim
instead, you ignore
turning around to leave
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displayed when we're together
to the outside world
for hearts still unmatched
you are searching for true love
but look in the wrong place
would you know it
if it fell in front of you
kicking and screaming
begging for acclaim
instead, you ignore
turning around to leave
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Tuesday, October 22, 2019
what seems obvious
a new chapter starts in both books
the pages blank; pens hovering
what I've learned from you:
tread more cautiously
don't trust so easily
look for hidden agendas
my path looks unobstructed
debris in high piles to the side
but I will not take at face-value
what seems obvious
that much I have learned
what did I leave you with?
was there anything?
we talk of you, no questions of me
you box what you can carry
checking what's left for free
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the pages blank; pens hovering
what I've learned from you:
tread more cautiously
don't trust so easily
look for hidden agendas
my path looks unobstructed
debris in high piles to the side
but I will not take at face-value
what seems obvious
that much I have learned
what did I leave you with?
was there anything?
we talk of you, no questions of me
you box what you can carry
checking what's left for free
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Monday, October 21, 2019
what if
what if the mountains aren't high enough?
or the sages don't give you pleasure?
what if the heat is hotter than you thought
and the valley no longer holds treasure?
what if your dreams are not all they seemed
nightmares plague when you try to sleep?
what if your plan gets way out of hand
or your heart falls in way too deep?
what if your mind loses control
of all these things that you pondered?
what if your loss has too high a cost
as your soul deserts you and wanders?
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or the sages don't give you pleasure?
what if the heat is hotter than you thought
and the valley no longer holds treasure?
what if your dreams are not all they seemed
nightmares plague when you try to sleep?
what if your plan gets way out of hand
or your heart falls in way too deep?
what if your mind loses control
of all these things that you pondered?
what if your loss has too high a cost
as your soul deserts you and wanders?
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a better way
was there a better way to say it
then turning and walking out the door
it's not the way either of us planned it
love doesn't live here anymore
I remember that day when we first met
that look in your eye when you first saw me
the look long gone as well as our song
and there's someplace else you'd rather be
spring fades to summer like my favorite jeans
summer faded quickly into the fall
come the monsoons, with lightning and thunder
by winter there's nothing left at all
there had to be a better way to say it
maybe with a kiss and one last lie
a better way of ending, without pretending
a better way of saying good-bye
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then turning and walking out the door
it's not the way either of us planned it
love doesn't live here anymore
I remember that day when we first met
that look in your eye when you first saw me
the look long gone as well as our song
and there's someplace else you'd rather be
spring fades to summer like my favorite jeans
summer faded quickly into the fall
come the monsoons, with lightning and thunder
by winter there's nothing left at all
there had to be a better way to say it
maybe with a kiss and one last lie
a better way of ending, without pretending
a better way of saying good-bye
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Saturday, October 19, 2019
rainy skies
you dot the i's and cross the t's
on all that once meant much to me
it lies in tatters on the floor
so I don't go there anymore
what we built now falls apart
too many splinters in my heart
I know the reasons and the whys
they stretch across the now dark sky
torn to pieces what we knew
under rainy skies and crescent moons
a red umbrella that now leaks
drenched I wait for small relief
pack your bag and mount your horse
little waits for battled remorse
a tourniquet will stop the flow
the dam breaks on the valley below
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on all that once meant much to me
it lies in tatters on the floor
so I don't go there anymore
what we built now falls apart
too many splinters in my heart
I know the reasons and the whys
they stretch across the now dark sky
torn to pieces what we knew
under rainy skies and crescent moons
a red umbrella that now leaks
drenched I wait for small relief
pack your bag and mount your horse
little waits for battled remorse
a tourniquet will stop the flow
the dam breaks on the valley below
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all because of you
all of the bricks that formed the wall
I count each one as they do fall
some knew little about me at all
one of them was you
thoughts I savored in my mind
footsteps leaving that behind
how could I have been so blind
when I dreamed of you
each nuance; every little trace
as each tear fell down my face
leaving something to be replaced
it was all about you
and now it all disappears
all of the hopes and all of the fears
freedom comes after all of these years
all because of you
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I count each one as they do fall
some knew little about me at all
one of them was you
thoughts I savored in my mind
footsteps leaving that behind
how could I have been so blind
when I dreamed of you
each nuance; every little trace
as each tear fell down my face
leaving something to be replaced
it was all about you
and now it all disappears
all of the hopes and all of the fears
freedom comes after all of these years
all because of you
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Friday, October 18, 2019
kismet
I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after
I'm going through the boxes now
and discarding what I don't need
shredding things, old memories
that once caused me to bleed
I don't know what's around the corner
kismet has always eluded me
what the magician has in his bag of tricks
has shaken all of my beliefs
I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after
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slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after
I'm going through the boxes now
and discarding what I don't need
shredding things, old memories
that once caused me to bleed
I don't know what's around the corner
kismet has always eluded me
what the magician has in his bag of tricks
has shaken all of my beliefs
I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after
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I've discovered
I've discovered I'm still an insomniac
and that most nights I don't dream
I've discovered that my morning coffee
without you still tastes the same
I've discovered my cell phone battery
lasts longer than it ever used to
I've discovered that the moon still rises
and most days the sky is still blue
I've discovered that once my mind
has swept away all of the debris
I've discovered life goes on
with or without you in it
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and that most nights I don't dream
I've discovered that my morning coffee
without you still tastes the same
I've discovered my cell phone battery
lasts longer than it ever used to
I've discovered that the moon still rises
and most days the sky is still blue
I've discovered that once my mind
has swept away all of the debris
I've discovered life goes on
with or without you in it
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Thursday, October 17, 2019
it will all work out
I believe stars keep shining, but are sometimes hidden by clouds
I believe there's someone for everyone, just keep searching the crowds
I believe that somehow we'll find the right path
I believe it gets easier, if I can quit looking back
I believe that love and passion can walk side by side
I believe that someday it will all be justified
I believe that loving is something to be shared
I believe that someday, I'll look and you'll be there
I believe there's an answer waiting at the end of a prayer
I believe in angels that float up in the air
I believe that you and I somehow lost our way.
I believe that someway, it will all work out ok
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I believe there's someone for everyone, just keep searching the crowds
I believe that somehow we'll find the right path
I believe it gets easier, if I can quit looking back
I believe that love and passion can walk side by side
I believe that someday it will all be justified
I believe that loving is something to be shared
I believe that someday, I'll look and you'll be there
I believe there's an answer waiting at the end of a prayer
I believe in angels that float up in the air
I believe that you and I somehow lost our way.
I believe that someway, it will all work out ok
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