• moon through trees silk screen

    Byjucasso

    moon through tree silk screen
    cheer up soiled grass thinking
    pine green envious
    drink in moon beam qualm
    the slow packed pace back to farm
    brings your travels jogging
    notice leaves bounce in the
    fluctuating lit branch
    off objective reflective other worldly
    spirits marooned in the night swoon
    secret sugary tart cooled by evening
    coat palates nocturnal in tandem
    brittle candied ribbon overlap the saucer
    meandering fireflies head for the top of the trees
    to parade pomp romp with so many bees
    that bring about attention to the deficit of day
    passed the sun that set his mind or may
    regard the moon forever in his way
    scene stealing cache
    the moon bent on the bay
    worried as a line in the sky
    of stars that don’t ask why
    they only come out at night
    it is an offering a gift sought
    the sun zealous break into a grin to bring
    the moon too emotional to be alone bright cool translucent intrinsic
    crystal blown
    stars love our world unconditionally
    they light up the night sky transfixed
    a compass for the purpose
    God may find us
    to heal every living being
    so help us God
    all knowing all seeking
    His love in sweet regard.

  • a waters whim

    Byjucasso

    in thistle worn withered wicked worried winter, hysterical eccentric
    concentric troves of
    groves the weeping willow grows-
    the strut admired beginning transpires-the forest run amuck-every
    little fawn marsh golden yellow, the lagging lack of plight into the
    night better days perfumed bloom a musty musk I ask we must but enter
    in confederate strongholds seek wisdom
    becoming to a mortal-heaven help but be for goodness sake the bough
    may break the gist and I would wonder why it takes so long to win a
    hug as after all the fall will fall befell the random night you could
    not lift a life so long a fright has logged the fire burning bright as
    candle burns a waxing moonlight shown white as silver stars carry on,
    forsaken souls receive their gold as sorrow send the sultry sun to
    change estranged remorse with love to touch the hearts of everyone-
    and if in turn the grounds are burnt
    the shadows fall on pavement split-parched so long a summer simmered,
    inclined to toast the berries off the bush-figurative study a deluge
    rain came and muddied the more the body struggle aches her trouble to
    the break of boast to boost the worst most
    stranded, remind the early tide rebounds-take me out to sea-regard me
    as a body of water set me free one weekend night in mid flight from
    anger ending possibility
    and I the guilty party counted on a misanthrope to wage the war to
    open doors-I hid timidly to hear the angels sing a miracle lost-skip
    stones a waters whim-to miss the kind heart melt
    that kissed the dawn of mornings felt-I follow allowing her gentle grin
    that has her in my heart again.