like a circle, round and round
no beginning and no end
arcs that meet, connected and true
what begins and what ends with you
tracing over and over again
deeper and deeper with my pen
pressing harder as I draw
imprinting me inside of you
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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
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
smooth
I swallow the concoction
my heart seemed quickly soothed
a little truth mixed with the lies
made it taste so smooth
ambrosia to my waiting tongue
with bibulous afterglow
predilection quickly sets
blurring all that I know
heartburn overtakes me
like the waves of the Black Sea
what echoes in this chamber
may never set me free
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my heart seemed quickly soothed
a little truth mixed with the lies
made it taste so smooth
ambrosia to my waiting tongue
with bibulous afterglow
predilection quickly sets
blurring all that I know
heartburn overtakes me
like the waves of the Black Sea
what echoes in this chamber
may never set me free
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play it to the bone
you play it to the bone
all ends against the middle
while you are laying back
we dance to your fiddle
always a new song
lyrics unrecorded
as you write each verse
all the words distorted
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all ends against the middle
while you are laying back
we dance to your fiddle
always a new song
lyrics unrecorded
as you write each verse
all the words distorted
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Tuesday, August 25, 2020
gold standard
my gold standard dips
monetary units fall
what was once extravagance
is worth little at all
inflation reigns
the black market profits
blood diamonds mined in Africa
trade high on the market
as I slip into poverty
my portfolio crashes
you are living in luxury
made rich on advances
prices plummet at the pump
oil, by the barrel, left to rot
you can fill up with nowhere to go
things we have left worth little or not
stuff you don't need, but still you take
hording, stockpiling all that is left
sitting in the corner of an empty room
you call it want, others call it theft
a race to the finish line
for what is to be
I guess we'll just wait
and eventually see
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monetary units fall
what was once extravagance
is worth little at all
inflation reigns
the black market profits
blood diamonds mined in Africa
trade high on the market
as I slip into poverty
my portfolio crashes
you are living in luxury
made rich on advances
prices plummet at the pump
oil, by the barrel, left to rot
you can fill up with nowhere to go
things we have left worth little or not
stuff you don't need, but still you take
hording, stockpiling all that is left
sitting in the corner of an empty room
you call it want, others call it theft
a race to the finish line
for what is to be
I guess we'll just wait
and eventually see
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Monday, August 24, 2020
The Right Way
It is the sounds of the morning
Garbage truck, school bus, birds
And you, snoring softly
Wanting those few extra minutes
I watch you, early in the morning
Covers askew, hair messed, peaceful
Wanting to stay here all day
Without the tension and stress that work brings
Rolling over you wrap yourself around me
Covering my neck and face with kisses
Hugging me with your arms and legs
Surrounding me with your love
Soon the coffee maker will start
The alarm will go off
The paper will hit the front porch
Neighbors will start for work
But you and I will stay here
A little while longer
Hold the routines off for awhile
To start our day the right way
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Garbage truck, school bus, birds
And you, snoring softly
Wanting those few extra minutes
I watch you, early in the morning
Covers askew, hair messed, peaceful
Wanting to stay here all day
Without the tension and stress that work brings
Rolling over you wrap yourself around me
Covering my neck and face with kisses
Hugging me with your arms and legs
Surrounding me with your love
Soon the coffee maker will start
The alarm will go off
The paper will hit the front porch
Neighbors will start for work
But you and I will stay here
A little while longer
Hold the routines off for awhile
To start our day the right way
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illogical
when you are tired
and your mind is weak
the one you are with
is not the one you seek
something missing still
your life is not complete
answers do not come
angels do not speak
when you feel used up
from all that's coming down
illogical ideas from
thoughts that spin around
there is no protection
just incoherent sounds
your angel bows her head
as you're about to drown
you hear a lot of noise
but you can't read the words
the movie keeps on changing
your screams aren't to be heard
destroying all you've built
it is all just too absurd
your angel turned her back
because of what's occurred
when you make a decision
after all this time
you keep slipping backwards
down the rungs you climbed
and it's never poetry
because it doesn't all rhyme
your angel starts to laugh
cause the lyrics sing your crimes
when the answer finally comes
but it's way too late
ice is getting thin
and you still try to skate
you break another heart
in your hurry to escape
this is nothing new
you're told it's just a trait
your angel shrugs her wings
cause you know she can relate
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and your mind is weak
the one you are with
is not the one you seek
something missing still
your life is not complete
answers do not come
angels do not speak
when you feel used up
from all that's coming down
illogical ideas from
thoughts that spin around
there is no protection
just incoherent sounds
your angel bows her head
as you're about to drown
you hear a lot of noise
but you can't read the words
the movie keeps on changing
your screams aren't to be heard
destroying all you've built
it is all just too absurd
your angel turned her back
because of what's occurred
when you make a decision
after all this time
you keep slipping backwards
down the rungs you climbed
and it's never poetry
because it doesn't all rhyme
your angel starts to laugh
cause the lyrics sing your crimes
when the answer finally comes
but it's way too late
ice is getting thin
and you still try to skate
you break another heart
in your hurry to escape
this is nothing new
you're told it's just a trait
your angel shrugs her wings
cause you know she can relate
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Saturday, August 22, 2020
as sure
as sure as the lightning flash
before the monsoon starts
as sure as the thunder crack
that follows that above
as sure as the tide flows in
after it has ebbed
as sure as the love you bestow
without question or remiss
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before the monsoon starts
as sure as the thunder crack
that follows that above
as sure as the tide flows in
after it has ebbed
as sure as the love you bestow
without question or remiss
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Friday, August 21, 2020
homeless
homeless, my dreams
wander the street
sleeping in a cardboard box
chilled from the cold
and rumbling hunger
longing for more
hoping for shelter
love that will
take them in
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wander the street
sleeping in a cardboard box
chilled from the cold
and rumbling hunger
longing for more
hoping for shelter
love that will
take them in
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I thought
I thought I saw myself
in the words you compose
but it was very vague
a shadow on a page
I thought I saw myself
in that look that you gave
there for just a flash
from your memory cache
I thought I saw myself
in the song that you sang
but it wasn't very clear
if I was ever even there
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in the words you compose
but it was very vague
a shadow on a page
I thought I saw myself
in that look that you gave
there for just a flash
from your memory cache
I thought I saw myself
in the song that you sang
but it wasn't very clear
if I was ever even there
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Thursday, August 20, 2020
silence
I thought it could be special
the way it started
a beginning in my mind
that somehow got messed up
not saying enough
but saying too much
volumes spoken in silence
not enough questions asked
not enough feelings shared
when the door closed
my heart left on the other side
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the way it started
a beginning in my mind
that somehow got messed up
not saying enough
but saying too much
volumes spoken in silence
not enough questions asked
not enough feelings shared
when the door closed
my heart left on the other side
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endless wire
a simple melody
you sing sweet and low
songs of hope and promise
as day to evening grows
a love that spans the distance
through miles of endless wire
close to me in spirit
a heart now set on fire
the music getting louder
as you are getting near
the lyrics you are writing
those that will bring you here
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you sing sweet and low
songs of hope and promise
as day to evening grows
a love that spans the distance
through miles of endless wire
close to me in spirit
a heart now set on fire
the music getting louder
as you are getting near
the lyrics you are writing
those that will bring you here
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Wednesday, August 19, 2020
marks
one mark on the outside
the other lays within
you can read it in my eyes...
what my body verbalizes
but if you want to hear it,
if you want my lips to speak
the whisper that is in my heart
and coursing in all of me
then you will have to tell me--
tell me those three words
I can feel it and I can taste it...
but I won't say it first
never again will I say it first
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the other lays within
you can read it in my eyes...
what my body verbalizes
but if you want to hear it,
if you want my lips to speak
the whisper that is in my heart
and coursing in all of me
then you will have to tell me--
tell me those three words
I can feel it and I can taste it...
but I won't say it first
never again will I say it first
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midnight desire
I am passion and fire
your midnight desire
my kiss melting on your lips
heat churns from this tide
as slowly we ride
on this wild and frothy sea
delirium steals your soul
passion takes control
there is nothing that you can do
the moon blushes red
on tangled tresses that spread
across the coolness of satin sheets
at last lovers sleep
as the ceiling fan sweeps
the scent of heavenly perfume
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your midnight desire
my kiss melting on your lips
heat churns from this tide
as slowly we ride
on this wild and frothy sea
delirium steals your soul
passion takes control
there is nothing that you can do
the moon blushes red
on tangled tresses that spread
across the coolness of satin sheets
at last lovers sleep
as the ceiling fan sweeps
the scent of heavenly perfume
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Tuesday, August 18, 2020
lullaby
I found out
not long ago
wanting more
than I had known
Cupid's arrow
a direct hit
my heart stolen
with your kiss
I fall asleep
under starry skies
and hear your song
sweet lullaby
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not long ago
wanting more
than I had known
Cupid's arrow
a direct hit
my heart stolen
with your kiss
I fall asleep
under starry skies
and hear your song
sweet lullaby
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weariness
it's too early for birds to sing
sleep is evasive,
dreams nonexistent
I am bathed in darkness,
dressed in coldness
thoughts are heavy,
speeding down congested corridors
will it always be this way?
weariness plagues
my mind betrays
my heart weeps
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sleep is evasive,
dreams nonexistent
I am bathed in darkness,
dressed in coldness
thoughts are heavy,
speeding down congested corridors
will it always be this way?
weariness plagues
my mind betrays
my heart weeps
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Monday, August 17, 2020
sweet refrain
benign tries
campaign lies
empty sighs
hooded eyes
braided knots
dot to dot
colluded spots
fired shots
another lost
from the frost
marginal cost
aside its tossed
lyric remain
dreams in vain
a lover's game
sweet refrains
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campaign lies
empty sighs
hooded eyes
braided knots
dot to dot
colluded spots
fired shots
another lost
from the frost
marginal cost
aside its tossed
lyric remain
dreams in vain
a lover's game
sweet refrains
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Unspoken Words
Unspoken words
Sometimes protect
Sometimes drive a wedge
Unspoken words
ones you can’t find
When you need them
Unspoken words
When you bite your tongue
To keep from hurting
Unspoken words
When finally spoken
Can not be pulled back, or forgotten
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Sometimes protect
Sometimes drive a wedge
Unspoken words
ones you can’t find
When you need them
Unspoken words
When you bite your tongue
To keep from hurting
Unspoken words
When finally spoken
Can not be pulled back, or forgotten
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Sunday, August 16, 2020
Wonderland
Blue skies almost everyday
Millions of stars at night
It’s beautiful here
A heart that’s true
Uncomplicated mind
Uncomplicated life
All my love to share
All my dreams, my life
All I have to give
Come share my wonderland
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Millions of stars at night
It’s beautiful here
A heart that’s true
Uncomplicated mind
Uncomplicated life
All my love to share
All my dreams, my life
All I have to give
Come share my wonderland
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Touch Me
Touch me, in that way that only you can
Early in the morning when we have no plans
Touch me, in that way that only you know
Slowly, igniting my body and soul
Touch me, like no one else, ever
Make me feel this way forever
Touch me, show me how you feel
Show me what we have is real
Touch me, when you whisper the words
And as my passion begins to spur
Touch me, touch me, touch me
As only you can
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Early in the morning when we have no plans
Touch me, in that way that only you know
Slowly, igniting my body and soul
Touch me, like no one else, ever
Make me feel this way forever
Touch me, show me how you feel
Show me what we have is real
Touch me, when you whisper the words
And as my passion begins to spur
Touch me, touch me, touch me
As only you can
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Saturday, August 15, 2020
haunted
the stillness of the night
plagues me, betrays me
the fire in my soul
scorches me, torches me
the aching of my heart
bleeds me, condemns me
my tattered spirit
depletes me, regresses me
the empty pillow
reminds me, haunts me
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plagues me, betrays me
the fire in my soul
scorches me, torches me
the aching of my heart
bleeds me, condemns me
my tattered spirit
depletes me, regresses me
the empty pillow
reminds me, haunts me
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Friday, August 14, 2020
exclamation
When I was a little girl
Playing with dolls and siblings
Wanted to be Barbie because
She had Ken and all the cool stuff
An image for a perfect future
When I was a teen and my life expanded
Hanging with my friends at the Freeze
Weekends full of dances and dates
Driving a stick and sleeping in late
My future was an algebra equation
When I was in my twenties
Had the world by the tail
A golden time, everything shiny and new
Happy with life, family, you
My future was a dream
Those days are long past
I am at a crossroad with no clear sign
Sometimes feeling like a child again
Kiss the hurt mom, make it disappear
My future is a question mark
Can you give me what I need?
Can you be what I’m looking for?
Can you kiss the hurt and make it heal?
Can you erase the question mark?
Leaving instead an exclamation!
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Playing with dolls and siblings
Wanted to be Barbie because
She had Ken and all the cool stuff
An image for a perfect future
When I was a teen and my life expanded
Hanging with my friends at the Freeze
Weekends full of dances and dates
Driving a stick and sleeping in late
My future was an algebra equation
When I was in my twenties
Had the world by the tail
A golden time, everything shiny and new
Happy with life, family, you
My future was a dream
Those days are long past
I am at a crossroad with no clear sign
Sometimes feeling like a child again
Kiss the hurt mom, make it disappear
My future is a question mark
Can you give me what I need?
Can you be what I’m looking for?
Can you kiss the hurt and make it heal?
Can you erase the question mark?
Leaving instead an exclamation!
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draw
is this how the story ends?
another tragic love affair
where everything right turns wrong
just another sad, sad song
I held on much too long
to a dream that didn't hold back
cupid shoots but is off with his aim
always a loser in every game
is this how the story ends?
the distance grows on either side
loving you was always hard
I guess we call the end a draw
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another tragic love affair
where everything right turns wrong
just another sad, sad song
I held on much too long
to a dream that didn't hold back
cupid shoots but is off with his aim
always a loser in every game
is this how the story ends?
the distance grows on either side
loving you was always hard
I guess we call the end a draw
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Thursday, August 13, 2020
strings
no strings that held you to me
nothing that tied you here
just the pounding of my heart
resonating in my ears
the circle that forms around you
I've now stepped away from
moving left of your center
out of your peripheral zone
that blood red line you drew
traced from a heart that seeped
a fortress to be rebuilt
as love makes it's retreat
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nothing that tied you here
just the pounding of my heart
resonating in my ears
the circle that forms around you
I've now stepped away from
moving left of your center
out of your peripheral zone
that blood red line you drew
traced from a heart that seeped
a fortress to be rebuilt
as love makes it's retreat
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all that is
I have finally reached that place
that eluded me in the past
I have climbed the mountains
fought my demons
released what wasn't
for all that now is
as you take my hand
walking with me side by side
beauty and grace shine down from above
serenity and love abound
in this place we walk...
this beautiful side of someday
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that eluded me in the past
I have climbed the mountains
fought my demons
released what wasn't
for all that now is
as you take my hand
walking with me side by side
beauty and grace shine down from above
serenity and love abound
in this place we walk...
this beautiful side of someday
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opaque
opaque wonder
lighting and thunder
all because of you
questions of the heart
that always seem to start
whenever I’m with you
kindred spirits roam
distance, far from home
thinking about you
hide it all away
starting a new day
moving south of you
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lighting and thunder
all because of you
questions of the heart
that always seem to start
whenever I’m with you
kindred spirits roam
distance, far from home
thinking about you
hide it all away
starting a new day
moving south of you
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