the President's numbers tumble
with the democrat flair
because of a pandemic
floating in the air
so he imposed a lockdown
to keep us all at home
but the virus is still out there
as across the world it roams
leaving Dr.'s baffled
as it multiplies
gloves and masks are needed
how many more will die?
as oil prices tumble
the stock market takes a dive
my 401 is tanking
when once it grew and thrived
a vaccine will be discovered
but maybe, not soon enough
we just have to hang in there
and show what we're made of
hoarders will stop hoarding
and businesses open up
the treasury, stop giving money
cuz the government is bankrupt
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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
Thursday, April 23, 2020
your love
when you touch my hand
I truly understand
the wonder of your love
when you say the words
you think I haven’t heard
the sound of your love
when you whisper my name
and I know that all is changed
the meaning of your love
when you hold me close
saying I’m what matters most
the offering of your love
what I’m giving back
all that I once lacked
the returning of your love
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I truly understand
the wonder of your love
when you say the words
you think I haven’t heard
the sound of your love
when you whisper my name
and I know that all is changed
the meaning of your love
when you hold me close
saying I’m what matters most
the offering of your love
what I’m giving back
all that I once lacked
the returning of your love
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Eve
Am I the Eve in your garden
the offer of forbidden fruit
Or is it my imagination
tossed out like yesterday’s news
Am I the taste of desire
still burning on your lips
When you try to sleep at night
and into dreams you slip
Am I the candle that you lit
as you say another prayer
For redemption that won't come
hope vanishing in thin air
Am I the shadow in your life
the music in your head
Or a song that won’t diminish
and fills your soul with dread
Am I what keeps you suspended
in the realms of fantasy
When morning creeps upon you
and there’s no mystery
Am I the lock upon your door
as you try to twist the key
When you are looking for something
that satisfies your needs
Am I invading your ivory tower
as you struggle to keep me at bay
While the clock ticks away the minutes
and time whittles away your day
Am I the bite of the apple
watch the juice drip down your chin
Are your eyes finally open
to a dream that could have been
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the offer of forbidden fruit
Or is it my imagination
tossed out like yesterday’s news
Am I the taste of desire
still burning on your lips
When you try to sleep at night
and into dreams you slip
Am I the candle that you lit
as you say another prayer
For redemption that won't come
hope vanishing in thin air
Am I the shadow in your life
the music in your head
Or a song that won’t diminish
and fills your soul with dread
Am I what keeps you suspended
in the realms of fantasy
When morning creeps upon you
and there’s no mystery
Am I the lock upon your door
as you try to twist the key
When you are looking for something
that satisfies your needs
Am I invading your ivory tower
as you struggle to keep me at bay
While the clock ticks away the minutes
and time whittles away your day
Am I the bite of the apple
watch the juice drip down your chin
Are your eyes finally open
to a dream that could have been
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Wednesday, April 22, 2020
desire
I taste the sweat of desire
a fine wine correctly chilled
starting with the touch of a hand
and all the passion spills
the want I can not hold back
cacoethes now set free
a burning in my soul
to a white hot degree
a kiss of expectation
a whisper of words of love
a release of inhibition
what fantasies are made of
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a fine wine correctly chilled
starting with the touch of a hand
and all the passion spills
the want I can not hold back
cacoethes now set free
a burning in my soul
to a white hot degree
a kiss of expectation
a whisper of words of love
a release of inhibition
what fantasies are made of
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sleep
laying next to you
the moon reflects on your face
as I watch you sleep
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the moon reflects on your face
as I watch you sleep
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Tuesday, April 21, 2020
The Valley
he bridles his horse
and swings into the saddle
for a journey that’s long
and driven by passion
he left her in the valley
and the months had been hard
it was time to head home
and to her waiting arms
her voice was the wind
whispering in his ear
pushing him harder
bringing him near
he rides through the day
till he’s weary and beat
under unrelenting sun
and the desert’s dry heat
he spurs his horse onward
stars now light the sky
and when he beds down
he dreams of green eyes
he wakes very early
one more long day’s ride
till he’s back in the valley
till she’s by his side
once again he mounts
and gallops to the west
heading for the mountains
and an end to his quest
he’ll be there by nightfall
renewing all that he’d left
the months of pure torture
months feeling bereft
and the wind that blows on him
is gentle and sweet
she’s calling him home
this time never to leave
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and swings into the saddle
for a journey that’s long
and driven by passion
he left her in the valley
and the months had been hard
it was time to head home
and to her waiting arms
her voice was the wind
whispering in his ear
pushing him harder
bringing him near
he rides through the day
till he’s weary and beat
under unrelenting sun
and the desert’s dry heat
he spurs his horse onward
stars now light the sky
and when he beds down
he dreams of green eyes
he wakes very early
one more long day’s ride
till he’s back in the valley
till she’s by his side
once again he mounts
and gallops to the west
heading for the mountains
and an end to his quest
he’ll be there by nightfall
renewing all that he’d left
the months of pure torture
months feeling bereft
and the wind that blows on him
is gentle and sweet
she’s calling him home
this time never to leave
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legends
your mind is living free
and the legend outlives
without any trust
or what it can give
always been a stranger
but you are in serious danger
of giving up arcane beliefs
let down your guard
you don't need protection
disregard the techno images
and live by random selection
your heart is not for sale
there is no price for its freedom
but all the things you use
are there longer than you need them
where is it that you go
when change is coming down?
who is it that you love?
that makes your heart pound
in a place of constant strangers
you are in serious danger
of giving up on your heart's beliefs
I can stay behind
or wait in the sidelines
while your love runs blindly away
let down your guard
you don't need protection from me
it has always been what I led you to believe
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and the legend outlives
without any trust
or what it can give
always been a stranger
but you are in serious danger
of giving up arcane beliefs
let down your guard
you don't need protection
disregard the techno images
and live by random selection
your heart is not for sale
there is no price for its freedom
but all the things you use
are there longer than you need them
where is it that you go
when change is coming down?
who is it that you love?
that makes your heart pound
in a place of constant strangers
you are in serious danger
of giving up on your heart's beliefs
I can stay behind
or wait in the sidelines
while your love runs blindly away
let down your guard
you don't need protection from me
it has always been what I led you to believe
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Monday, April 20, 2020
for my love
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Glock 45
just like Jack Bauer
I load a Glock forty five
and my clip is full
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I load a Glock forty five
and my clip is full
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end of the game
if you knew what was real
would you turn and run
from all that I feel, since I
knew you were the one
if I told you the truth
would it make your mind spin
what would you do
with your feelings within
would you respond in kind
with feelings the same
or pretend you are blind
with nothing to proclaim
if I give you my heart
what will remain
will it be a new start
or the end of this game
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would you turn and run
from all that I feel, since I
knew you were the one
if I told you the truth
would it make your mind spin
what would you do
with your feelings within
would you respond in kind
with feelings the same
or pretend you are blind
with nothing to proclaim
if I give you my heart
what will remain
will it be a new start
or the end of this game
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Sunday, April 19, 2020
wish
wishes put inside a jar
way up high for none to see
always adding to the lot
things I want, not stuff I need
maybe someday I'll read through
this overflowing must have list
although today is not the day
there is nothing that I miss
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way up high for none to see
always adding to the lot
things I want, not stuff I need
maybe someday I'll read through
this overflowing must have list
although today is not the day
there is nothing that I miss
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levels
different kinds of love
different levels of love
love for our children
love for parents, siblings
love for another
love for a place
or book, or hobby
inanimate objects
we can't help
what we feel or when
we can conceal or bury
not healthy!
like cream, it still
rolls to the top
it's what you do
about it that counts
unrequited
harsh, hurtful, hell
no matter how soft
the words, it is still
just that, rejection
reflect, redirect, remove
reason, rationalize
move on
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different levels of love
love for our children
love for parents, siblings
love for another
love for a place
or book, or hobby
inanimate objects
we can't help
what we feel or when
we can conceal or bury
not healthy!
like cream, it still
rolls to the top
it's what you do
about it that counts
unrequited
harsh, hurtful, hell
no matter how soft
the words, it is still
just that, rejection
reflect, redirect, remove
reason, rationalize
move on
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one tear
falls from veiled green eyes
a heart that's torn, compromised
words, the weapon used
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a heart that's torn, compromised
words, the weapon used
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melancholy
I walked along the beach
and didn't think about you
as I wandered up the coast
melancholy and blue
but I don't think it's because
I was thinking about you
wasn't thinking about the way
your eyes twinkled like the stars
wasn't thinking about the way
we held hands in the car
wasn't thinking about the way
you didn't leave your mark
I stopped thinking about the way
your love brought such delight
the things you whispered to me
as you held me in the night
all the kisses you bestowed
when you held me so tight
I keep wandering on the beach
not thinking about these things
not the song my phone would play
you had that special ring
it has all but disappeared
with the song my heart would sing
the sea is rushing in
and it whispers a love song
that echoes in my heart
when I think about what went wrong
the short time you were here
a long time you've been gone
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and didn't think about you
as I wandered up the coast
melancholy and blue
but I don't think it's because
I was thinking about you
wasn't thinking about the way
your eyes twinkled like the stars
wasn't thinking about the way
we held hands in the car
wasn't thinking about the way
you didn't leave your mark
I stopped thinking about the way
your love brought such delight
the things you whispered to me
as you held me in the night
all the kisses you bestowed
when you held me so tight
I keep wandering on the beach
not thinking about these things
not the song my phone would play
you had that special ring
it has all but disappeared
with the song my heart would sing
the sea is rushing in
and it whispers a love song
that echoes in my heart
when I think about what went wrong
the short time you were here
a long time you've been gone
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Saturday, April 18, 2020
Modification
Now some time off for myself
Thinking about a change
A new life, more exciting
A lot needs rearranged
Woke up in the morning
On that very first day
Did absolutely nothing
Neither work nor play
On the second day I thought
I will make a list
All the things I want to change
All the things I’ve missed
By evening, I’m still sitting
The paper is blank and clean
Don’t know where my mind’s at
Can’t put down what I mean
Third day, now I’m thinking hard
Paper still in hand
No thoughts are coming to me
Nothing here to plan
This is just ridiculous
I thought I was a mess
A lot that needed fixing
But now I feel I’m blessed
I guess I just needed vacation
To rest my mind and soul
My life is actually very good
I think I’m hitting goals
No mending, no repairing
No modification here
Keep on pushing forward
My mind and soul are clear
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Thinking about a change
A new life, more exciting
A lot needs rearranged
Woke up in the morning
On that very first day
Did absolutely nothing
Neither work nor play
On the second day I thought
I will make a list
All the things I want to change
All the things I’ve missed
By evening, I’m still sitting
The paper is blank and clean
Don’t know where my mind’s at
Can’t put down what I mean
Third day, now I’m thinking hard
Paper still in hand
No thoughts are coming to me
Nothing here to plan
This is just ridiculous
I thought I was a mess
A lot that needed fixing
But now I feel I’m blessed
I guess I just needed vacation
To rest my mind and soul
My life is actually very good
I think I’m hitting goals
No mending, no repairing
No modification here
Keep on pushing forward
My mind and soul are clear
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lighthouse
my thoughts are very broken
emptiness echoes inside
resounding against my soul
unwilling to subside
focusing on this pain
the only thing I feel
left here raw and bleeding
a heart refusing to heal
did I let you down?
not give you what you need?
did I hurt you, sweetest friend?
not live up to your beliefs?
no sunny days will greet me
no stars will light my night
no lunar glow will guide me
all that is now denied
will you leave me adrift
on this sea where all is black
with no beam from the lighthouse
to show me the way back
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emptiness echoes inside
resounding against my soul
unwilling to subside
focusing on this pain
the only thing I feel
left here raw and bleeding
a heart refusing to heal
did I let you down?
not give you what you need?
did I hurt you, sweetest friend?
not live up to your beliefs?
no sunny days will greet me
no stars will light my night
no lunar glow will guide me
all that is now denied
will you leave me adrift
on this sea where all is black
with no beam from the lighthouse
to show me the way back
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Friday, April 17, 2020
out of time
do you think that it was luck
said your time was almost up
studying this page
interesting reading
a mystery to unravel
a surprise in a small package
a present for your soul
a gift for your mind
tied up with pretty ribbon
waiting to be unwrapped
it wasn't just luck
kismet more like it
the stars aligned
when the two worlds collided
the things you see in me
are hiding in you as well
with sleight of hand
you may try to disappear
my smoke and mirror trick
that will always keep you near
I can see it all
a prophecy foretold
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said your time was almost up
studying this page
interesting reading
a mystery to unravel
a surprise in a small package
a present for your soul
a gift for your mind
tied up with pretty ribbon
waiting to be unwrapped
it wasn't just luck
kismet more like it
the stars aligned
when the two worlds collided
the things you see in me
are hiding in you as well
with sleight of hand
you may try to disappear
my smoke and mirror trick
that will always keep you near
I can see it all
a prophecy foretold
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Unrequited
U - unreciprocated
N - never
R - rebuffed
E - empty
Q - quietus
U - useless
I - ignored
T - torn
E - eradicated
D - destroyed
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N - never
R - rebuffed
E - empty
Q - quietus
U - useless
I - ignored
T - torn
E - eradicated
D - destroyed
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Thursday, April 16, 2020
through the rocky soil
after winter’s cold
shooting up past barriers
a tulip now grows
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shooting up past barriers
a tulip now grows
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my heart needs a song
can you sing one just for me
a song of promise
a song of passion
a song about you and me
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a song of promise
a song of passion
a song about you and me
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subtleties
I caught that look in your eyes
one you thought I didn't see
but I was paying attention
to all those subtleties
you hold me at arms length
and keep your feelings in check
I think it's a contradiction
that you're less than direct
I'm standing at the station
this train is about to leave
give me something to hang on to
other than what's perceived
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one you thought I didn't see
but I was paying attention
to all those subtleties
you hold me at arms length
and keep your feelings in check
I think it's a contradiction
that you're less than direct
I'm standing at the station
this train is about to leave
give me something to hang on to
other than what's perceived
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Wednesday, April 15, 2020
tears fall
as your world falls apart
I try to put you together again
just like before
as your heart breaks
I try to capture all the pieces
and reconstruct it
as your tears fall
I try to catch them all
and bring back your sun
as your love incinerates
I try to put out the flames
and salvage some for your future
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I try to put you together again
just like before
as your heart breaks
I try to capture all the pieces
and reconstruct it
as your tears fall
I try to catch them all
and bring back your sun
as your love incinerates
I try to put out the flames
and salvage some for your future
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can't
can’t change the flow of the river
can’t change the course of the storm
can’t change the way this is going
no way I can turn this around
can’t turn the tide in the ocean
can’t pull the stars from the sky
can’t keep the moon from rising
no matter how hard I strive
can’t keep the wind from blowing
can’t make the warm sun shine
can’t stop the way I’m feeling
don’t want to even try
can’t stop the flood of emotion
can’t heal the heart that breaks
can’t dry the tears I’m crying
won’t make a difference anyway
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can’t change the course of the storm
can’t change the way this is going
no way I can turn this around
can’t turn the tide in the ocean
can’t pull the stars from the sky
can’t keep the moon from rising
no matter how hard I strive
can’t keep the wind from blowing
can’t make the warm sun shine
can’t stop the way I’m feeling
don’t want to even try
can’t stop the flood of emotion
can’t heal the heart that breaks
can’t dry the tears I’m crying
won’t make a difference anyway
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Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Return
laying awake
as I always do
the moon shining
a silver, frosty glow
washing my room
with the lunar light
not a comfort
as it should be
instead, it makes me
miss you more, when
under the same glow
passion stirred and peaked
and the loneliness stays
here in this room
waiting for your return
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as I always do
the moon shining
a silver, frosty glow
washing my room
with the lunar light
not a comfort
as it should be
instead, it makes me
miss you more, when
under the same glow
passion stirred and peaked
and the loneliness stays
here in this room
waiting for your return
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Runaway Train
Out of control
Like a runaway train
No one to turn to
Or ease this pain
Speeding forward
Past all of the stops
The brake isn’t working
Running till I drop
All of the past lessons
Are not helping now
This time it is different
No help with why or how
I know I can’t keep going
I know there is a turn
I know it won’t be long
Before I crash and burn
Trying to get control
Before I go off track
Even prayers aren’t helping
There is no lit way back
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Like a runaway train
No one to turn to
Or ease this pain
Speeding forward
Past all of the stops
The brake isn’t working
Running till I drop
All of the past lessons
Are not helping now
This time it is different
No help with why or how
I know I can’t keep going
I know there is a turn
I know it won’t be long
Before I crash and burn
Trying to get control
Before I go off track
Even prayers aren’t helping
There is no lit way back
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