for what was a loving rapport
singing softly at my heart's door
a golden key opening a lock
surrounding--astounding
for what was a warm embrace
hands that gently touched your face
kisses burning into my soul
intensely--immensely
for what was my heart believed
the truth, a spotlight, now floods me
shadows hidden deep within
dwelling--foretelling
for what was that floats as a dream
never really what it seemed
as the key twists in the lock
rending--splintering
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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
Monday, October 30, 2023
The Dwelling
In this very deep dark place
Where all my secrets dwell
I’ve gathered many memories
Some which I’ll never tell
Memories of love long lost
Memories of hope
Memories of yesterday
And things with which to cope
Always adding something
More and more each day
To this cavernous, deep, dark place
Always locked away
rain haiku
and the rain that fell
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was not cleansing or gentle
it was only wet
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Thursday, October 26, 2023
fester
deep inside, where no one can see
things that fester, won't be set free
so many questions, so many thoughts
of long ago times and the trouble it wrought
simmering, just beginning to boil
reaching a point like a snake that is coiled
ready to spew from once silent lips
nothing in writing, not from the script
surprise from the one who lead it along
minding their business and singing their song
lyric that falls on my ears that won't hear
you once had the chance, when you were endeared
the days hurried forward with no time to waste
and you, you left nothing when you left in haste
water under a bridge that was dammed in the crook
and I wrote the ending in our CliffsNotes book
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things that fester, won't be set free
so many questions, so many thoughts
of long ago times and the trouble it wrought
simmering, just beginning to boil
reaching a point like a snake that is coiled
ready to spew from once silent lips
nothing in writing, not from the script
surprise from the one who lead it along
minding their business and singing their song
lyric that falls on my ears that won't hear
you once had the chance, when you were endeared
the days hurried forward with no time to waste
and you, you left nothing when you left in haste
water under a bridge that was dammed in the crook
and I wrote the ending in our CliffsNotes book
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raj
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strength
the cord is severed on the dangling rope
that once kept me connected to so little hope
here comes the part where I sink or I swim
finding if my strength will last to the end
the highs and the lows of days just now past
reaching for something I knew couldn't last
too little on one side too much on the other
like bugs in the night, with the light fly for cover
like a bumper sticker stating if you can read you're too close
like a firefly whose tail in the night gently glows
like a fire that rages and then simmers to fine ash
like a warning sign you read long after the fact
the cord is now severed on the dangling rope
that once kept me connected to so little hope
I find I don't sink and how strong I can swim
finding my strength holds all the way to the end
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that once kept me connected to so little hope
here comes the part where I sink or I swim
finding if my strength will last to the end
the highs and the lows of days just now past
reaching for something I knew couldn't last
too little on one side too much on the other
like bugs in the night, with the light fly for cover
like a bumper sticker stating if you can read you're too close
like a firefly whose tail in the night gently glows
like a fire that rages and then simmers to fine ash
like a warning sign you read long after the fact
the cord is now severed on the dangling rope
that once kept me connected to so little hope
I find I don't sink and how strong I can swim
finding my strength holds all the way to the end
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contract
you're the one that sold me on the crescent moon
a salesman selling ad space, a contract signed by noon
I bought it all with your sweet smile, paper signed with blues
filed in your work folder with other papers of different hues
I reread the manifest, I'm absorbing every word
note the missing feelings and the things not heard
no clauses for my escape, no way that I can purge
not enough of adjectives and way too many verbs
a contract of adhesion, consumer protection not offered
your heart getting richer, another added to your coffer
mine lays by the roadside with the to occupant stuffers
neglected terms and conditions without any other buffers
this contract that I purchased reaches its expiration
renewal not an option without terms coming to fruition
you are up the street, selling honey and aberration
and I'm reading the fine print with a whole new appreciation
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a salesman selling ad space, a contract signed by noon
I bought it all with your sweet smile, paper signed with blues
filed in your work folder with other papers of different hues
I reread the manifest, I'm absorbing every word
note the missing feelings and the things not heard
no clauses for my escape, no way that I can purge
not enough of adjectives and way too many verbs
a contract of adhesion, consumer protection not offered
your heart getting richer, another added to your coffer
mine lays by the roadside with the to occupant stuffers
neglected terms and conditions without any other buffers
this contract that I purchased reaches its expiration
renewal not an option without terms coming to fruition
you are up the street, selling honey and aberration
and I'm reading the fine print with a whole new appreciation
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have you ever?
have you ever wondered....
why the dawn is so red
why the moon and sun appear simultaneously
why it rains across the street, but not on you
why we choose to love those--
who don't love back
have you ever wondered....
why music affects our moods
why you can't sleep when tired
why you dream--
and where they go when they die
have you ever wondered....
what is around the next corner
why some lessons, we just don't learn
where love went--
and if it's ever coming back
have you ever wondered...
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why the dawn is so red
why the moon and sun appear simultaneously
why it rains across the street, but not on you
why we choose to love those--
who don't love back
have you ever wondered....
why music affects our moods
why you can't sleep when tired
why you dream--
and where they go when they die
have you ever wondered....
what is around the next corner
why some lessons, we just don't learn
where love went--
and if it's ever coming back
have you ever wondered...
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Wednesday, October 18, 2023
it's not about
it's not about the breath you take
or breathing in and out
it's not what gets you through the night
or what love is all about
it's not about the rising score
or who might win the race
love isn't about the breathing
it's who takes your breath away
it's not about the hoping
or saying all the prayers
it's the candle in the darkness
that's steady after it flares
it's the hand and heart you hold
after all is said and done
it's the promise of tomorrow
after yesterday is gone
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or breathing in and out
it's not what gets you through the night
or what love is all about
it's not about the rising score
or who might win the race
love isn't about the breathing
it's who takes your breath away
it's not about the hoping
or saying all the prayers
it's the candle in the darkness
that's steady after it flares
it's the hand and heart you hold
after all is said and done
it's the promise of tomorrow
after yesterday is gone
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Yesterdays
Who does your past belong to today?
Not me anymore since we parted ways
Constantly wondering if you’re doing ok
Thinking about our yesterdays
The timing was off when I was your past
Did all we could to make it last
That brief time still unsurpassed
In my mind there's no contrast
If we’d met later, at a different time
We could have made it, it might have been fine
The love we shared, complete, sublime
We were a shooting star after a rapid climb
Too much distance, too much space
Logging miles, to be in one place
It was worth it for your embrace
The look of happiness on your face
It wore us down, tired us out
Tore us apart, started our doubts
Too much work to go that route
That’s what the end was all about
I hope you’re happy, and that you're well
We both moved on the past now quelled
We could meet again, only time will tell
It is a thought that sometimes dwells
Who does your past belong to today?
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Not me anymore since we parted ways
Constantly wondering if you’re doing ok
Thinking about our yesterdays
The timing was off when I was your past
Did all we could to make it last
That brief time still unsurpassed
In my mind there's no contrast
If we’d met later, at a different time
We could have made it, it might have been fine
The love we shared, complete, sublime
We were a shooting star after a rapid climb
Too much distance, too much space
Logging miles, to be in one place
It was worth it for your embrace
The look of happiness on your face
It wore us down, tired us out
Tore us apart, started our doubts
Too much work to go that route
That’s what the end was all about
I hope you’re happy, and that you're well
We both moved on the past now quelled
We could meet again, only time will tell
It is a thought that sometimes dwells
Who does your past belong to today?
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Tuesday, October 10, 2023
in these moments
in the depths of your laughter
in the fine lines around the smile of your eyes
in the lilt of your words
in the heat of your kiss
in all of these moments
love floods my soul
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cavern
in a cavern
my petroglyph shimmers with color
prisms of inner feelings
reflecting in an underground pool
my thoughts tumble and scream
echoing against limestone walls
returning to me as a whisper
as a prayer
as an answer
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my petroglyph shimmers with color
prisms of inner feelings
reflecting in an underground pool
my thoughts tumble and scream
echoing against limestone walls
returning to me as a whisper
as a prayer
as an answer
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lessons
you taught me things
the lessons I learned well
it's not that I'm not smart
you know I'm quick as hell
an enigma to my friends
at most things I excel
you taught me how to smile
at the silliest things
to enjoy a smooth latte
it's a Starbucks thing
and to enjoy a love
the kind that your heart brings
you taught me how to dance
as time moved too fast
I knew you were here for now
not how long we could last
when the dance was over
is when you turned your back
the lesson I learned best
was learned after you were gone
no longer hearing you sing
any of my favorite songs
the breaking of my heart
that just keeps stretching on
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Thursday, October 5, 2023
fortress
you climbed the fortress
up trellises of vine
to capture her heart
to hold for all time
the tower a bastion
protected, secured
without hesitation
your vision unobscured
your mission was gallant
the plan was construed
knowing not resistance
from a love that was true
as you scale the tower
you know in your heart
a happy ending was coming
you knew from the start
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up trellises of vine
to capture her heart
to hold for all time
the tower a bastion
protected, secured
without hesitation
your vision unobscured
your mission was gallant
the plan was construed
knowing not resistance
from a love that was true
as you scale the tower
you know in your heart
a happy ending was coming
you knew from the start
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driftwood
in my fortress by the sea
I ponder thoughts washing over me
under the moon, tide’s ebb and flow
do I stay or shall I go?
one by one the answers come
just enough to keep me numb
giving what you think I need
sometimes truth will make me bleed
like driftwood washed upon my beach
footsteps left, etched very deep
no wind makes them disappear
always present, always clear
I sit here in a very tall tower
looking down on what aspires
growing like the ivy leaves
intricate is the vine that weaves
the sun comes up and warms the sand
in this never, never land
is this love that glows with day?
why does night bring doubt my way?
in this fortress by the sea
I ponder thoughts washing over me
under the moon, tide’s ebb and flow
can I stay, or do I go?
I ponder thoughts washing over me
under the moon, tide’s ebb and flow
do I stay or shall I go?
one by one the answers come
just enough to keep me numb
giving what you think I need
sometimes truth will make me bleed
like driftwood washed upon my beach
footsteps left, etched very deep
no wind makes them disappear
always present, always clear
I sit here in a very tall tower
looking down on what aspires
growing like the ivy leaves
intricate is the vine that weaves
the sun comes up and warms the sand
in this never, never land
is this love that glows with day?
why does night bring doubt my way?
in this fortress by the sea
I ponder thoughts washing over me
under the moon, tide’s ebb and flow
can I stay, or do I go?
Wednesday, October 4, 2023
smalltown Friday night
a football game under stadium lights
a nip in the air, on this Friday night
our final touchdown, when the score was tied
a team that fought hard, with all of their might
a bonfire after, cheering on the team
under a fall moon, how brightly in gleams
hoarse from the yelling, the cheers we screamed
now on to state, a coaches best dream
a smalltown girl, 'round the fire we snake
a homecoming dance. with my favorite date
the memories that come, the ones we create
that live in us always, and never abate
a long time ago, oh, how things do change
with all of the schedules that we rearrange
some of those thoughts that now are estranged
but plenty of new ones that I have exchanged
a smalltown girl, that grew and moved on
until a resurgence of one of my favorite songs
the memories return, just as ever as strong
here in my memory, they keep hanging on
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I had forgotten...
I had forgotten this part
this part where love is returned
this part where it wraps you in its golden warmth
where it slips into your thoughts and makes you smile
a remembered comment, a remembered touch, a remembered kiss
I had forgotten this part
the feeling when you said it for the first time
"I love you"...spoken with your lips, heart and eyes...
yes, I had forgotten, how right this could feel
and how love should always
and how love should always
be just like this
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touch and go
there is no more,
nor is there less
it's like Alice through the looking glass
I circumvented one of the rules
now off the table what left you unglued
back to the banter,
the touch and go
an even keel that we used to know
teasing thoughts and passion screams
in the dark on a tiny little screen
the monsoons pass
and there's thunderless sky
my way of saying
it's now been put right
you get closer to finally,
nothing in your way
brushing past the valley
with our yesterday's
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linger
you look and you see
you listen and you hear
you touch and you feel
you breathe me in
and your taste lingers on my lips
long after you are gone
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you listen and you hear
you touch and you feel
you breathe me in
and your taste lingers on my lips
long after you are gone
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Friday, September 29, 2023
silence
the sheep all still masked
and blindly they follow
listening to the words
all muttered and hollow
what isn't being said
should scare them to death
this isn't said lightly
it's no empty threat
on a podium he stands
and then wanders away
ignoring the masters
ignoring stormy days
as wise ones prepare
for what will descend
history repeats
before freedom can end
so gather 'round people
please heed the call
don't think that it's nothing
before it can fall
you're paying too much
for the silence you devour
all that's at stake
just takes your brainpower
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last call
here where your west was all but won
you didn't ask anything, nothing at all
on top of a mountain where you see for miles
down to my valley where it was last call
I played it all out, a map marked for you
from the middle of the beginning with all new false starts
the trail had some bends that didn't get plotted
it rends just like fabric and it all falls apart
I got lost for awhile in the chambers of my heart
couldn't find my way back into your open arms
secure in my mind with an ego that bends
and snaps like a twig under footsteps that harm
blind is the trail where roses are strewn
words never whispered from love songs not heard
insight doesn't enter, the skies remain blue
each line that was written lays North undisturbed
here where your west was once all but won
you didn't ask anything, I heard in my head
on the top of a mountain top where you see for miles
last rites are said as I bury my dead
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still the same
lucky at the casino, lucky with the draw
the slot kicks out tickets, printed with it all
I look at my winnings, it's not close to last call
I knew your were a gamble that wouldn't pay off
from game to game looking for the next hit
bells are going off inviting me to sit
others over my shoulder close enough to spit
watching how I play this game needing wit
like Bob Seger says when he sings "Still The Same'
for a little while, I'm caught up in the game
an eight hundred number when too close to the flame
it's knowing what to hold and when to walk away
lucky with the cards but not so much with love
you can't beat the excitement of this queen of hearts
I could read you like my hand, right from the very start
I knew you were a gamble, that wouldn't pay off
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the slot kicks out tickets, printed with it all
I look at my winnings, it's not close to last call
I knew your were a gamble that wouldn't pay off
from game to game looking for the next hit
bells are going off inviting me to sit
others over my shoulder close enough to spit
watching how I play this game needing wit
like Bob Seger says when he sings "Still The Same'
for a little while, I'm caught up in the game
an eight hundred number when too close to the flame
it's knowing what to hold and when to walk away
lucky with the cards but not so much with love
you can't beat the excitement of this queen of hearts
I could read you like my hand, right from the very start
I knew you were a gamble, that wouldn't pay off
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Monday, September 25, 2023
not for me
For that one shining moment
I thought you were mine
A fragile house of cards
Constructed in my mind
but I misread the lyrics
The song was not for me
I know it never was
Should've read more carefully
so I retrace all the moments
rethink of all those times
when once upon a memory
I thought you were mine
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I thought you were mine
A fragile house of cards
Constructed in my mind
but I misread the lyrics
The song was not for me
I know it never was
Should've read more carefully
so I retrace all the moments
rethink of all those times
when once upon a memory
I thought you were mine
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blueprint
I thought it was all sorted
the truth from just the one
and you know I'm a sleuth
when there's work to be done
I'm reading between red lines
where clarity escapes
the truth from just the one
and you know I'm a sleuth
when there's work to be done
I'm reading between red lines
where clarity escapes
it seems the subjects twisted
this saga has some gaps
I think that the sweet breeze
blowing from mountains north
started way before
the band ever played our song
it doesn't really matter,
when fragility's lost its glow
my love doesn't have designs
blueprint faded long ago
secure in what you have,
this saga has some gaps
I think that the sweet breeze
blowing from mountains north
started way before
the band ever played our song
it doesn't really matter,
when fragility's lost its glow
my love doesn't have designs
blueprint faded long ago
secure in what you have,
secure in what you need
one holds on still strong,
one holds on still strong,
and one is hemorrhaging
one that's eyes are blind,
one that's eyes are blind,
one that's eyes can see
one that saw too late
an escape to set me free
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one that saw too late
an escape to set me free
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love's not blind
only for you would I brave the storm
leave this place that's safe and warm
rain that turns to sleet and snow
winds that cut through heavy clothes
to get to where you are
only for you would I brave the sea
waves that threaten to capsize me
in the darkness of the night
no moon that shines, no stars to guide
to get to where you are
only for you would I brave the past
forget the ones that did not last
open my heart just one more time
knowing this time love's not blind
I will come that far
and meet you where you are
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