I don't look, and I don't see
I hold it back from everybody
I figure it out, the only way I can
a narrow ledge with sharp incline
stepping over all that won't hurt
just for once, it almost works
it scratches and claws to find a way out
all the reasons that I think about
a part of me that I won't show
pushed to the back so no one knows
I hit rewind to where it all began
they don't listen or understand
but I know--but I know
what it's all about
the divinity of what's silently written
the ledger full of numbers and superstitions
like the mountains to the north with the same name
where saguaro grow and don't lay blame
a coyote howls in the dead of night
singing the phrases of its own plight
hungering for all that it longs to possess
out there in the lonely wilderness
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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, March 24, 2024
Saturday, March 16, 2024
fading years
I'm selling off the boxes
from all the fading years
I think they are completely dry
although once packed with tears
the prophet, there is nodding
at all here on display
no one seems to be buying
the dreams of yesterday
"is this all that you have now?
you've nothing left inside?"
if it's not there I'm keeping
the stuff held in my stride
maybe you can work this
into an intricate piece
selling it at auction
where your dollar will increase
he said "no one will buy it
it looks so beat and worn
I'm sure that you once loved it
before it was all torn"
he said "you should keep this,
and what it represents"
I thought, you are crazy
that time was not well spent
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from all the fading years
I think they are completely dry
although once packed with tears
the prophet, there is nodding
at all here on display
no one seems to be buying
the dreams of yesterday
"is this all that you have now?
you've nothing left inside?"
if it's not there I'm keeping
the stuff held in my stride
maybe you can work this
into an intricate piece
selling it at auction
where your dollar will increase
he said "no one will buy it
it looks so beat and worn
I'm sure that you once loved it
before it was all torn"
he said "you should keep this,
and what it represents"
I thought, you are crazy
that time was not well spent
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Shambles
I thought my life was all messed up
Until I talked to you
You, my friend, have problems
And more continue to brew
Your love life is in shambles
Your credit cards are maxed
You hate coming to work each day
Not much I can do for you
While your wallowing in self pity
I could say some pithy words
Or we could leave this city
Maybe take a little trip
To try and change your mood
You know that we would have to come back
And it would probably be to soon
I think that you are on your own
There’s nothing I can do
You’ll have to climb out of this alone
You may be totally screwed
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Until I talked to you
You, my friend, have problems
And more continue to brew
Your love life is in shambles
Your credit cards are maxed
You hate coming to work each day
Owe a fortune in income tax
Not much I can do for you
While your wallowing in self pity
I could say some pithy words
Or we could leave this city
Maybe take a little trip
To try and change your mood
You know that we would have to come back
And it would probably be to soon
I think that you are on your own
There’s nothing I can do
You’ll have to climb out of this alone
You may be totally screwed
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faceless canvas
The paint not quite dry
The strokes vivid and strong
Hues of violet and amber
A masterpiece set aside
Each color painted with longing
A portrait of all that is true
A faceless canvas of yearning
Uncompleted from hapless youth
Before the callousness sets in
A fragmentary work of art
Placed in an abandoned corner
Forgotten in life’s hurts
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The strokes vivid and strong
Hues of violet and amber
A masterpiece set aside
Each color painted with longing
A portrait of all that is true
A faceless canvas of yearning
Uncompleted from hapless youth
Before the callousness sets in
A fragmentary work of art
Placed in an abandoned corner
Forgotten in life’s hurts
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Tuesday, March 12, 2024
real life
in the rain I hear you call me
in the thunder I sense your fears
in the lightning I see your shadow
in the darkness I hold you near
in the stars I see your eyes
in the moon I feel your heart
in my dreams I know forever
in daylight it's just a start
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in the thunder I sense your fears
in the lightning I see your shadow
in the darkness I hold you near
in the stars I see your eyes
in the moon I feel your heart
in my dreams I know forever
in daylight it's just a start
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Oh Shit!
you walked in and I thought OH SHIT!
my heart pounded and did back flips
I knew I would be in the middle of this
no way around this sudden twist
that first date was pure perfection
I knew I was vying for your affection
looking back with much reflection
I know I made the right selection!
that yellow shirt with jeans and boots
we laughed and flirted, you were a hoot
you said I was smart assy too
thick as thieves we were real soon
now six years have come and gone
we're together, holding strong
you sing me all of my favorite songs
out of my dreams and into my heart
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my heart pounded and did back flips
I knew I would be in the middle of this
no way around this sudden twist
that first date was pure perfection
I knew I was vying for your affection
looking back with much reflection
I know I made the right selection!
that yellow shirt with jeans and boots
we laughed and flirted, you were a hoot
you said I was smart assy too
thick as thieves we were real soon
now six years have come and gone
we're together, holding strong
you sing me all of my favorite songs
out of my dreams and into my heart
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the stand
all I see in the distance
as I focus on it all
the last part of my resistance
stumbles now and falls
you won't meet opposition
from all the disparate strands
I'm taking my position
getting ready to make my stand
from a shrouded heart and shadowed soul
I watch as this unfolds
an unstable situation
that leaks from the usual mold
all I've seen and what I've read
ain't even the tip of the iceberg
and as I strolled down memory lane
the nightingale's all I heard
through fog of contradiction
on an ocean of salty tears
I admired the reflection
a dim light that disappears
careful always of what you say
in case reality should offend
as you sit and watch your soul decay
from the start to the bitter end
wearily I watched you
break chains to be set free
no chance at a storybook ending
not ever between you and me
strained are the limits of compassion
it's a wound that never mends
honesty was never in fashion
it wasn't in the cards my friend
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as I focus on it all
the last part of my resistance
stumbles now and falls
you won't meet opposition
from all the disparate strands
I'm taking my position
getting ready to make my stand
from a shrouded heart and shadowed soul
I watch as this unfolds
an unstable situation
that leaks from the usual mold
all I've seen and what I've read
ain't even the tip of the iceberg
and as I strolled down memory lane
the nightingale's all I heard
through fog of contradiction
on an ocean of salty tears
I admired the reflection
a dim light that disappears
careful always of what you say
in case reality should offend
as you sit and watch your soul decay
from the start to the bitter end
wearily I watched you
break chains to be set free
no chance at a storybook ending
not ever between you and me
strained are the limits of compassion
it's a wound that never mends
honesty was never in fashion
it wasn't in the cards my friend
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Richter
when love starts to rattle and shake
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there is really no safe place
as your heart splits down the center
a deep, bleeding crevice rendered
pieces left all over the place
tears of sadness on my face
a quake of horrific magnitude
rocking all that's left of you
love that is built on a fault-line
will never stand the test of time
7.0 scored on the Richter
reduced to ash and cinder
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Monday, February 26, 2024
wreckage
we mature with the wreckage
not with tears or years
the things our mind tells us
overcoming all fears
forging ever onward
brief stops on our way
that's how we move onward
and get through the days
losing the baggage
maybe keeping one tote
keeping a journal
with all of our notes
maybe some therapy
if that's what you need
to empty the sorrows
on which your heart feeds
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lines
between rocketing dreams
and the lowest lines
so much is done
not to leave it behind
It's the dragon you feed,
the debt that comes due
was it worth the price
of ownership to you?
Hope slips away
as greed takes its place
it doesn't take long
to fall from His Grace
and when you look back
at your wreckage and ruin
you can't say that you
didn't know what was brewing
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grace falls short
it really wouldn't have been that hard
now it's tossed like a salad with swiss chard
a bitter taste that is left behind
I think I must've been out of my mind
you, whom I gave the best of care
wreckage created with utmost flair
no over the shoulder, one last look
a very short chapter in a dusty old book
what did you think, how did it feel?
to severe it all with so much zeal
no calls, no letters, not even a text
grace falls short, then disappears
now it's tossed like a salad with swiss chard
a bitter taste that is left behind
I think I must've been out of my mind
you, whom I gave the best of care
wreckage created with utmost flair
no over the shoulder, one last look
a very short chapter in a dusty old book
what did you think, how did it feel?
to severe it all with so much zeal
no calls, no letters, not even a text
grace falls short, then disappears
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thanks
thanks for no calls and the missing text
I never know, when I'll hear from you next
thanks for the heartache and all of the pain
how you make me blue, whenever it rains
thanks for the nightmares, that come in my dreams
apparitions are closer than appearing to be
thanks for the memories, leaving this scar
a crescent moon that glows when it's dark
thanks for the wreckage and all the debris
always time for everyone, never for me
thanks for all that you leave behind
for making me see that I have been blind
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I never know, when I'll hear from you next
thanks for the heartache and all of the pain
how you make me blue, whenever it rains
thanks for the nightmares, that come in my dreams
apparitions are closer than appearing to be
thanks for the memories, leaving this scar
a crescent moon that glows when it's dark
thanks for the wreckage and all the debris
always time for everyone, never for me
thanks for all that you leave behind
for making me see that I have been blind
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Wednesday, February 14, 2024
RAJ my Valentine
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Valentine (for JPB)
Once I was your Valentine
and you showered me with love
You gave me all I needed,
stars and moon from up above
You would hold me tightly
and kiss my fears away
Our love was all that mattered,
but that was yesterday
Now my heart is empty
you left without a word
Maybe you tried to tell me
but I think I would have heard
How do I recover,
and overcome this loss
When you were all I wanted
and on my heart embossed
I take the feelings left behind,
still deeply here contained
And pull them out and look at them
Like a picture that is framed
Would you come back if you could
to be my valentine
And cherish all that we once had
Together for all time
flowers and hearts (JPB)
I stood in the doorway
and watched you depart
a special day for most
filled with flowers and hearts
Valentine's day now
doesn't mean a thing
I remember the fourteenth
with the sorrow it brings
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and watched you depart
a special day for most
filled with flowers and hearts
Valentine's day now
doesn't mean a thing
I remember the fourteenth
with the sorrow it brings
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Old Valentines
underneath my bed
all of my past hearts do rest
all except for you
all of my past hearts do rest
all except for you
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Saturday, February 10, 2024
just a girl
I was not the lucky one
to set your heart on fire
dusty days so long ago
dusty days so long ago
that have long since expired
I was not the sweet, sweet dream
I was not the sweet, sweet dream
that painted your skies blue
I'm just a girl who long ago
I'm just a girl who long ago
fell deeply in love with you
I'm not the key that fits the lock
I'm not the key that fits the lock
and opens up a door
I did not have the power to
I did not have the power to
give what was wanted and more
there was just no miracle
there was just no miracle
or wishes upon a star
I'm the one in the rearview mirror,
I'm the one in the rearview mirror,
when you drove off in your car
when you look back and wonder
when you look back and wonder
if you had gone that way
will you see the promise
will you see the promise
of what you held at bay?
I wasn't close to being the dream
I wasn't close to being the dream
you wanted to come true
I'm just a girl who long ago
I'm just a girl who long ago
fell deeply in love with you
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Guardian Angel
a guardian Angel
a savior and friend
through thick and thin
watching over
keeping me safe
sometimes disapproval
on her face
my guardian Angel
not made of stone
but light and grace
I'm never alone
sometimes a smile
more often a frown
let me just say
I'm glad you're around
my guardian Angel
always reading
my thought
will I land on my feet?
or will trouble be brought?
guiding my hand
in all that I do
forgiving the blunders
trying to make my path true
from a small girl
to the woman I am
a saint or sinner
still God's lamb
protecting me
in all I do
the celestial light
that surrounds you
Guardian Angel
always stay
from dark of night
through a new day
I need you now
and always will
I need your hope
I need your skill
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Friday, February 9, 2024
trajectory
My trajectory was perfect
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I was directly in your path
Still some how you missed me
What is up with that?
There is a lot of space out there
My aim must not be true
Or you are better at avoiding
I didn’t see that in you
Thinking it'd be a dead on hit
Our worlds would just collide
With stars and fire crackers
And all that love provides
But you put up your force field
And deflected my advance
Now I’m spinning off in space
My solar system crashed
Spock couldn't have done better
Scotty can’t beam me up
My star trek is all over
I'm not in Kirk's lineup
It was very clever
A lesson I have learned
My solar shield is dented
My ship has crashed and burned
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illusions
trajectory...a path that's followed
blazing trails in black and white
hollow is the point that shatters
from the muzzle smoking still
empty...is the heart that wanders
from love to love lost in the night
another day dawns cold and lonely
clouds will block the sun's bright rays
hallowed...was the room we slept in
hot and sweet the love we made
gone are all the songs we sang to
wax formed thickly at the base
once...a memory long ago
now it seems a photo cropped
black and white the minds illusion
of how it was supposed to be
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blazing trails in black and white
hollow is the point that shatters
from the muzzle smoking still
empty...is the heart that wanders
from love to love lost in the night
another day dawns cold and lonely
clouds will block the sun's bright rays
hallowed...was the room we slept in
hot and sweet the love we made
gone are all the songs we sang to
wax formed thickly at the base
once...a memory long ago
now it seems a photo cropped
black and white the minds illusion
of how it was supposed to be
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dive
I want to
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swan dive, trajectory perfect
landing right in your center
I want to
go deep into your depths
before I resurface
I want to
trudgen through your mind
backstroke through you spirit
breaststroke through your soul
butterfly through your fantasies
I want to
get wet
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Friday, February 2, 2024
tug-of-war
yesterday tethered to tomorrow
caught in a tug-of-war 'tween the two
going back holds nothing but sorrow
my future now a rosier hue
stuck in mud caused by the storm
the past corroded from rain
anticipating your next jump
love factored with all the pain
the sun shines from behind dark clouds
a rainbow that arcs across the blue
he rides on a silver horse
a hero to bring me through
dreams of the past may bring it back
quickly they fade with a new dawn
'
till yesterday's face is just a blur
in the morning when I stretch and yawn
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merger
a merger of all that we have found
a mixing together making our love sound
so much better than being alone
a passionate blending makes this home
you asked if I am sad today
leaving what was yesterday
all that’s being left behind
a structure from another time
we build together a future chance
sealing tightly this romance
your green thumb that makes me bloom
the circle starts and ends with you
a mixing together making our love sound
so much better than being alone
a passionate blending makes this home
you asked if I am sad today
leaving what was yesterday
all that’s being left behind
a structure from another time
we build together a future chance
sealing tightly this romance
your green thumb that makes me bloom
the circle starts and ends with you
tick, tock
is it too much for you to bear?
always looking and finding me here
is there such a thing as too much love?
are you afraid it will swallow you up?
are you unsure? is it me or you?
do you need a dog like Blue for the clues?
did I not say it or lay it on the line?
every single moment, every single time
did I give too much, or maybe, not enough?
when you spelled out no, were you calling my bluff?
the clock ticks slowly away all of our hours
what you could have had when you held the power
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Thursday, February 1, 2024
the darker side
you discover my deepest secrets
I discover where you hide
laying in moss and roses
thorns pricking your insides
you could make a difference
I could make one too
just maybe not together
that just won't work for you
down there on the darker side
down there on the darker side
everything is different
one more sweet refrain
not much ever changes
in the gloaming of the estranged
a million empty reasons
a million one-lined verse
practicing to be perfect
over and over rehearsed
down there on the darker side
down there on the darker side
not the first time we've been here
as we circle around the end
rest your head upon my breast
before we lose it again
we're leaning on each other
at least that's what we pretend
this time it could be different
or once more it gets bent
down there on the darker side
down there on the darker side
I was a whisper on your lips
a kite blowing in your wind
turn me loose, pull me back
a game of chance my friend
it all drops like the curtain
at the end of the final scene
no applause, as it once more falls
and you call out to me
down there on the darker side
down there on the darker side
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