temperature cold
inside this room
no moon tonight
darkness looms
shadows creep
across my dream
fitful rest
for me it seems
shadows from
a recent time
fantasy plagues
memories remind
how much time
before it fades
thoughts of you
and yesterday
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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 11, 2024
sparkling crowns
the match lit a spark
the spark took to flame
kindling was soggy
from months of rain
all I could see
all I could feel
months of wonder
if this was real
just one more time
last when we met
not like you feared
but the opposite effect
beep of a message
not from me
hidden thoughts voiced
that made me bleed
all those others
in sparkling crowns
many a princess
that let you down
terms of endearment
perfected on those
rest now on me
here on the throne
the spark took to flame
kindling was soggy
from months of rain
all I could see
all I could feel
months of wonder
if this was real
just one more time
last when we met
not like you feared
but the opposite effect
beep of a message
not from me
hidden thoughts voiced
that made me bleed
all those others
in sparkling crowns
many a princess
that let you down
terms of endearment
perfected on those
rest now on me
here on the throne
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Friday, April 5, 2024
head in their apps
with their heads stuck in their apps
freedom slips from millennial grasps
no History taught in any class
to teach them what would come to pass
oblivious to all that does surround
how their forefathers held their ground
freedom from the British crown
a new government once held sound
cyclical, again it rears its head
socialism gaining thread by thread
wringing hands in constant dread
like little sheep they're being lead
get you head out of your apps
it's time to break from the blind mass
time for you to kick and lash
it always falls to the working class
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paradise lost
you piece together
the broken shards
cutting yourself
on a secured heart
quickly it slips
as you grasp at straws
not enough time for
forgotten fatal flaws
sleight of hand failed
your magician bag of tricks
illusion forsakes
mortality too quick
the thick smoke clears
a circus mirror refracts
the image disappears
when you look back
your destiny fools
thought it was tied down
paradise lost
free falling to the ground
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the broken shards
cutting yourself
on a secured heart
quickly it slips
as you grasp at straws
not enough time for
forgotten fatal flaws
sleight of hand failed
your magician bag of tricks
illusion forsakes
mortality too quick
the thick smoke clears
a circus mirror refracts
the image disappears
when you look back
your destiny fools
thought it was tied down
paradise lost
free falling to the ground
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time
too little said too soon
or maybe, too much too late
either way,
the crescent moon
just won't align
reflections in a mirror, cracked
icy winds sting my face
it ebbs and flows
when I look back
ticking zulu time
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Sunday, March 24, 2024
Traces
There is a place inside my heart
that no one even knows
I keep it hidden from the light
to protect it from life’s woes
that no one even knows
I keep it hidden from the light
to protect it from life’s woes
I almost let you find your way
into this precious place
but I pulled back in the nick of time
so there's no discernable trace
into this precious place
but I pulled back in the nick of time
so there's no discernable trace
Traces of what could have been
traces left behind
not left on this precious place
only in my mind
traces left behind
not left on this precious place
only in my mind
Someday, someone will come in
they will catch me unaware
what will happen to this place
if someone gets in there
they will catch me unaware
what will happen to this place
if someone gets in there
Will there be irreparable harm
will there be love and light
will I be happy I let them in
or angry for the blight
will there be love and light
will I be happy I let them in
or angry for the blight
Keeping my defenses active
I've stood guard from the very start
protecting the wall around this place
this precious place in my heart
I've stood guard from the very start
protecting the wall around this place
this precious place in my heart
Mystery
The things that you search for
That can not be found
No matter where you look
Or how hard you try
Timing is everything
And now is not right
It’s not up to me
Someone else decides
We don’t own our future
Though it's ours to live
It’s given to us
Bit by bit by bit
Do the best that we can
With what’s handed down
Sometimes it’s nirvana
Most times it’s not
One day at a time
That’s how it goes
Future a mystery
Only God knows
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the only one that knows
there for all of the world to see
you riddle your life so perfectly
typed in letters large and small
punctuation binding it all
a beautiful, charitable contribution
a poet's love that's so confusing
reading in awe all of your prose
while you're the only one that knows
the heart that you captured and let fly free
the riddles I read are not about me
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ledger
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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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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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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