like a thief in the night
coming in crescent light
you slip inside of me
stealing all of my dreams
what is a gal to do?
to get her mind off you
you stay when I awake
causing way too much heart ache
https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche
Monday, May 16, 2022
thief
Heaven
from here I can see Heaven
it is in the clouds
and on this beach
it is the rays of the sun
sparkling on the sea
it is the moon and stars
reflecting on the ebbing tide
yes...
this is Heaven
this is where Your grace rests
and where I want to stay
it is where my spirit soars
and where my soul finds peace
it is heaven for me
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it is in the clouds
and on this beach
it is the rays of the sun
sparkling on the sea
it is the moon and stars
reflecting on the ebbing tide
yes...
this is Heaven
this is where Your grace rests
and where I want to stay
it is where my spirit soars
and where my soul finds peace
it is heaven for me
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cleanse
laying on the sandy beach
at the ocean's edge
toes close to the water
hands behind my head
I shut my eyes real tight
and suck in deep my breath
I'm ready for the briny waves
to sanctify and cleanse
this always worked before
but doesn't help this time
the wound is way too deep
and burns when the sea gets in
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no such thing
there is no such thing
as this turning out badly
it's my hopes and dreams
going up in smoke
there is no way
that
all this can end sadly
where you're concerned
only one one of us was in love
there is no way
you'll have trouble forgetting
cause there's no such thing
as heartache or mistrust
there's no such thing
as remorse or regretting
where you're concerned
only one of us was in love
there is no way
you'll feel lonely or blue
no tears will be shed
for me it's true
there is no such thing
as a memory of us two
cause there was never any such thing
as me and you
where you're concerned
only one of us was in love
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Sunday, May 15, 2022
follow me
I've come a long way
still further to go
sometimes there's no reason
that I see to keep going
when I think it's too much
and I'm ready to quit
I hear your voice i
n the midst of it
saying:
I'll show you the path
I'll show you the light
I'll be here if you need me
I am right by your side
you are half-way there
don't give up now
follow me, follow me
the path I was on
was crooked and wrong
each corner I turned
wasn't where I belonged
hell bent on destruction,
hurting those close
then thunder was crashing
--saw lightning flashes
and I heard a voice
in the midst of it
saying:
I'll show you the path
I'll show you the light
I'll be here if you need me
I am right by your side
you are half-way there
don't give up now
follow me, follow me
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blessings
when you say your evening prayers
blessing those that you love most
does my name cross your lips?
blessing one you once held close
when you pray for saving grace
blessings for less important things
in your mind's eye can you see my face
blessing me for a long ago spring
when you say your evening prayer
blessing those that you love most
does my name ever cross your lips?
blessing one you once held close
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Saturday, May 14, 2022
wind
the wind blows down from the mountains
whipping the prairie grass
the mesquites bend and toss
as it sweeps across,
wiping the sand clean
and all the thoughts
I thought I left
bottled and corked
in the sea
have found there way
on curling waves
back inside of me
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haiku
my expectations
were always set very low
you met every one
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Heaven's gate
the ruins that I live in
created by the pain
where darkness never falters
no candle illuminate
where conviction hides in corners
truth finally penetrates
my dreams have now been shredded
outside of Heaven's gate
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Friday, May 13, 2022
sounds
I love the sounds of the trains at night
semi trucks that are our of sight
the gears shifting on a 5 speed car
soft voices lilting under the stars
your soft breathing next to me
when I'm awake, and just can't sleep
the dog snoring next to the bed
and reading books, already read
I love the sounds outside our door
coyotes bay and owls hoot more
gentle creatures roaming the woods
seeking shelter for their own good
good night moon and good night stars
good night loved ones wherever you are
have sweet dreams once you lay down
rocked to sleep by sounds from town
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another year older
closer to another year older
wiser?? not so much!
I'm living on fast forward
and over extended luck
time is slipping away
all those things I wanted to do
my bucket list gets longer
my sentence not commuted
I need to revise a long, long list
is there time to beat the clock?
before my life is over
and on pearly gates I knock
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Mason-Dixon
dividing, between north and south
by a belt of studded leather
is drawn an imaginary Tangent line
called the Mason-Dixon
close your eyes and wander
you won't need GPS
let your lips and hands roam free
and discover many delights
follicles smell of magnolias
just like the Mississippi trees
see the pleasure in my eyes
green as Carolina seas
savor all of my kisses,
dripping
Virginia maple sugar
slide your hand down these long limbs
as soft as Arkansas cotton
juices flow here sweetly
that taste of Georgia Peach
come and explore these treasures
waiting, but within your reach
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honey do
my "honey-do" list is growing
a lot to be done I know
some trim needs to painted
the weeds are out of control
a lot to be done I know
some trim needs to painted
the weeds are out of control
my palm tree needs a trimming
the pool is giving me fits
this paper isn't long enough
and I don't have a honey to do it
the garage light is not working
the pool is giving me fits
this paper isn't long enough
and I don't have a honey to do it
the garage light is not working
I think it has burned out
the bathroom toilet is running
my shower could use some grout
what is a lonely girl to do
with all of these needs adrift
my shower could use some grout
what is a lonely girl to do
with all of these needs adrift
I guess I'll have to hire someone
cause I don't have a honey to do it
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cause I don't have a honey to do it
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Thursday, May 12, 2022
matriarch
the matriarch,
now tired and weak
hugs me tightly
as I turn to leave
the bond that secured,
gone many nights
six years hidden
from both of our sights
still, I remain,
from love and respect
the child has grown,
that one you first met
the common denominator
from those past years
still holds fast,
and will keep me near
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back to the start
I was always guessing at numbers
this puzzle I pick apart
it is all a question of science
that I sing from deep in my heart
tell me if you love me
take it back to our very start
as it all spins around in circles
bringing us back where we are
I didn't say it would be easy
it isn't with crimes of the heart
there are no set rules to follow
I didn't think it would be this hard
as it all spins around in circles
bringing us where we now are
has it all faded into darkness
is it too late for a new start?
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girl scout
a Persian princess,
a nurse and me
memories buried in history
in Southwest skies
we float like clouds
and we get beat up
by a girl scout
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Wednesday, May 11, 2022
eyes
eyes are the window to the soul
and yours you tried to veil
I could see down deep inside you
where deeply your ghosts dwell
but the threat didn't make me run
you wanted to be something
and you feigned it pretty well
you thought that you were someone
that hid the secrets quelled
you are the only one who is fooled
I didn't fall for partial truth
or obscurity in your song
although I danced to your music
the demons still along
shadows you blame reside
it's like a 12-step program
it's there when you are ready
prayers and candles won't complete
naively your not steady
for love to show its heart
I'm not saying it doesn't hurt
you weren't part of my game
you were honest in your verity
though it doesn't ease this pain
it wasn't easy loving you
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a good imitation of the blues
it is not just a good imitation
not like Jackson says at all
I think it's the real thing
when dreams of you recoil
no, this isn't a good imitation
these blues in every hue
even when it's not raining
I am blue here without you
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a sweet dream
finally, a sweet dream comes
of sandy beaches and warm sun
of moonlight walks, hand in hand
two sets of footprints
in the sand
I wake refreshed,
yawn, and stretch
this time a dream,
I don't forget
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Tuesday, May 10, 2022
flight
at 5,000 feet I felt real sad
at 15,000 I had regrets
at 30,000 I was sorry
that we had ever met
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pick and choose
as my future turns around
you bury all you lose
your winter sky will come again
moon shining on empty rooms
these pieces of my heart I loaned
are truth as you flashback
you may try to shake them loose
to just cut you some slack
I realize I lost myself
the day that I found you
when you played your shell game
with the option to pick and choose
honesty that you once portrayed
said "you weren't my kind of guy"
too bad I didn't read that then
might've kept me warm some nights
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act of will
a bridge to burn
an act of will
a future turns
a soul to fill
a scrap of truth
a piece of me
a heart gets fooled
as you step free
only one looses
is what I see
you're losses cut
when I broke free
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silence
like a cancer spreads
across the wires, distance grows
placid like your heart
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Monday, May 9, 2022
light of day
without clouds above my head
everything else packed neatly away
there is a lot of nothing to be done
as I bask in this warm, warm sun
ln this whiter shade of pale
as the darkness slips then fades
the loudest words it seems I read
are the ones that do not ever get said
you can scream from mountains high
or whisper them in dead of night
when you're laying all alone
wondering if the truth was told
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shadow
once I met a shadow
who wasn't really there
I listened to the whispers
that lilted on the breeze
I fell in love with a love song
a tune to which I danced
once I met a shadow
that vanished in thin air
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