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HAPPINESS III

Happiness is
Without a doubt
Someone you
Can’t, live without
WIZDUMBs by JA 330

Eternal Renga 17 FEAR

She's a queen bandit
Stealing time under your nose
I doubt you would know.

Nightmares linger in darkness
Waiting to terrorize dreams.

Thief of time, of peace
Surreptitiously rules us
by isolation

Service the peace you now have
Rule with a rod of iron.

Killing steadily
At a slow pace, as though they
Pang of a poison.

Easily departing from
Your psyche, slithering down

As if a serpent
Death stalks the inner souls need
Beware of hard fakes.

POETS MISERY

Do you poets never rest
Do you not thirst or hunger
How despair and misery sustains you
That is what, I wonder

Do you not crave for sustenance
Are your eyes not in need of sleep
Does your body not ache for nourishment
Or is your obsession, way too deep

Far be it for me to question
How those desperate feelings you maintain
Desires, should be wrapped in life, not death
And kept alive with joy, not pain
BOEMS by JA 422

Some Words On Being Homeless

Some Words On Being Homeless

Dempsey dumpster diving done
lunch is now complete
time once more to join my peers
who wander on the street

I chat a bit with Lady Jane
who leans upon her cart
she’s every bit of 83
God Bless her lonely heart

A HAPPY NEW YEAR PLEA

Of all the things we yearn for
And all the things we do
Of all the wishes called for
I hope this one comes true

That while we’re still alive
We each our love renew
To prove that we can care about
Everyone and not just the few

So Happy New Year everyone
May your dreams all come true
May you only have good fortune
And may it spread from us, to you
BOEMS by JA 644

SHE- WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT HER

She doesn’t like, my music
She doesn’t like, my songs
She doesn’t like, my boems
And, she doesn’t like, my thongs

She listens not, to my wishes
She listens not, to my plea
She listens not, to my wizdumb
And, she listens not, to me

She tells me, what do
She tells me, what to say
She tells me, when to go
And, she tells me, when to stay

She tells me, when to laugh
And when, to shed a tear
But when she tells me, when to pee
That’s when I say, “YES DEAR”
BOEMS by JA 47

LOVE TREE

The Seed of love planted by the river of amity hoping for an perpetuity life, Creating roots for the foundation of
our love.
The root of our love grows with a boundless destination in quest for
vigor not to let the tree tumble.
The tree is the love and the love is the tree.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE- THE NIGHT BEFORE

T’was the night before Christmas
And in his outhouse
Sat Ja quietly listening
To waltz’s, by Strauss. (Really, he was leafing thru Penthouse)

His shitter was fitted
With all manner of lights
That couldn’t be missed
No matter what heights

When up on the roof
There arose such a clatter
Ja, kicked open the door
To see, what was the matter

So there sat Ja
With his pants pulled down
His ass in a hole
On his forehead, a frown

Ethereal

Under the little stars,
I abide still in your shelter
Shielding me from the night wind
Swindling my connection to you.
And under your sweet pitch
I savor every moment like eating peach,
Your body warmth against my temple
Gives me this ethereal feeling.

Divine Musings

In the most unusual manic-panic creep,

Wildly lurking behind every corner,

The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..

A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.

Or, perhaps, could it be foolish fanciful notions?

This fully torked delusion can be a haunting mirage.

A make believe vintage slogan ghost from generations past.

That worn out American Dream. That Life.

THE LIFE:

-Free from the routine confusion and disorder-

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