• an opus

    Byjucasso

    the dusty road
    dusk a hush of rust and gold
    the evergreens have no leaves
    tho something up their sleeves
    to pine away the time
    tied up in knots
    the needles taught and slim
    to let the wind blow in
    the earth lay at their root
    as owls lay awake and hoot
    crest fallen they regroup
    to feel a chill so soon
    before the sting of winter
    when the sun will cool
    sunlight on the rocks
    cold as ice would freeze
    the warmest heart
    still in the chill of darkness
    life is formidable at best
    for the creatures in their nest
    as a biting wind will break
    the bough
    and hinder in winter
    takes a final bow
    fallow soil
    like furrows in the ground
    another thing
    to wait in the wings
    a harmony of strings
    an opus
    for the closeness
    of spring.

  • an olive branch

    Byjucasso

    a greater distance to the sun from earth
    paint underneath my fingernails the work to file
    deny my mother and her first born child
    deep chill my heartbeat still on trial
    older than a tree root rots
    misgivings tied to have me nots
    assert the failures of composure angry hot
    middle of day the right to have their say
    no matter what
    a break in the weather a mix of sun and rain
    our tears forbidden words bring angst a cruelest pain
    a flux corrode like rust repeat the same refrain
    you cannot trust the ones you love so much
    with loneliness to claim no loyalty no gain
    as a moon will wane I think we go insane
    for what is love but someone else to blame
    let light shine in eyes that look deep blue
    as wide as an ocean she will rescue you
    she is my mother bearing flowers
    she is the ear that listens for hours
    she cries the tears when she feels powerless
    she is my dear she is my love an angel the sign of the dove
    offering an olive branch
    on the other end of the phone telling me she loves me
    while eating olives.

  • calm cool breezes

    Byjucasso

    autumn calm cool breezes blow
    leaves turn shades red to gold
    mesmerise a sunrise glow
    a forest stream the even flow

    virgin serpents bluest sea
    your eyes looking deep
    in my heart as ever was so sweet
    dream met time for sleep

    kind regard the harvest moon
    yellow golden fires flame
    revel light ignite reflection pure
    beach grass stir in weather warm
    soon the ocean wake

    promise you care
    love that will not pain
    i’ll tell you when the war is at an end
    welcome autumn sun
    the falling rain
    in a season fall again.

  • a little while longer

    Byjucasso

    stay on the earth plane
    a little while longer
    madrigal phantom
    canyon hills gather beginnings
    endings fill the filament
    lament the will i met

    ointment rub away sorrow
    without you in tomorrow
    unkempt medusa
    rude enthusiasm sought the seeker
    some truth a pot of lies
    an artists proof an angel cries

    see the parting of the ways
    form a more perfect union
    arrays of new ones
    along the palisades-
    bathe in a glade down streams
    self consciousness gray the greens

    pity how she bleeds
    without that special someone-
    wife Mother Earth
    the stormy affair of her life’s work
    stillness walk in silence
    encourage benevolence

    sayer in troubled southern skies-
    through skirting issues
    tissues and a cane
    rebel cause the second came
    doubtful discriminations
    alter egos enflaming flames

    fire burn bright yellow
    flicker whiskey sours
    past partaken
    mistaken identity
    there is a better you in me
    someone I long to see
    who has a thing for spring

    purple pleasantries
    swipe the card of plenty
    tell me when you’re ready
    to the tune of a medley
    swoon the moon overwhelming
    the tide rushes very

    deep within the sea belly
    beauty of a whale
    may catch her tail
    her little calves running
    through wind tossed waves
    strewn prawn
    sea turtles seaweed jellyfish

    storms to coast the calm
    red flags reserve to warn
    floods flash reservoirs
    seasick senses surface
    race to rocky shores
    where seagulls swear and soar.

  • close the eyes of sleep

    Byjucasso

    silent rain
    calm a quiet blinding ache
    that settles on the earthy plain
    bought the cost that came
    the right of every turn
    intuitive memory
    the enemy misunderstood
    the countless rescue
    deny the rash of thoughtlessness
    has you down and out again
    to pen a mosaic moray
    in a way offering serenity
    honor with dignity
    the fruits of the orchard
    the harvest here upon us
    baked apple pies will warm us
    angel cakes with sugared crust
    when summer days adored as much
    yet now for autumn calls us
    breaking bread will cure us
    give thanks to God and more
    the answer is the core
    the center of it all
    where nights are like a door
    to close the eyes of sleep
    and catch the tears that weep
    to sweep the hands of time
    for something deep
    in the middle of a most enchanted dream
    I give you hugs and kisses
    with love and many wishes
    as there are fishes in the ocean
    and as many boats
    to float in the lap of caps
    harbor great hope
    the sky holds a million stars
    to shine across this world of ours.

  • end of summer

    Byjucasso

    crickets converge echoing
    an ecological convention
    as if an intervention
    click through grass and weed
    a brassy sounding tempo
    another night to tempt
    contentment
    rose over the compartment
    in a racket
    discreetly crackle
    thighs rub looking for grub
    ingesting flys bugs
    nightly mayhem
    to send a message
    little insects interject their interest
    under the plunder of
    moon filled wonder
    at the end of summer.

  • His Will

    Byjucasso

    sustenance
    stem a pitcher of ice water
    extend an hour glass form
    clear as rain from translucent sky
    angels try to catch their mindful arcs
    listen to the sound of hawks as smooth moons glisten
    currents abrupt wind pulls from a distance
    into vast pools cast a world magnificent
    humbles introspection
    need not hesitate God is great to win His love exceptional
    negate poison reiterate storms of reason
    rekindle the heart a warming symbol
    to appreciate the time it takes
    by starlight breaks for heaven’s sake
    a sign inclined to signal
    the appropriate associated mingle
    in the middle of a malleable festivity
    to gain kindred kind

    I love you more than I love myself
    it’s not myself I wish to spare
    it is you lovely angel prepares
    despair is a rarity in your makeup
    charity tells me your view
    Chabad the reservation
    a temple in the trees
    in silent prayer I meditate on these
    whatever frees won’t kill
    may God bless us with His Will
    this time upon the Earth of love and peace.

    Happy New Year.

    Amen.

  • where we walked

    Byjucasso

    to love so much
    would make you weary
    a pearl in the shell
    to dwell in the heart
    of resource
    deeply felt the depth of help
    a walk with wonder
    from last glance of summer
    raise the tumblers
    reflections of great feeling
    mirrored by give and take
    if not for the light a heart might break
    to see the vulnerable dawn
    escape the invinsible night
    birds take flight
    to the irrepressable sky
    the sun expands in waves and bands
    to touch God’s hands
    in ocean sands as white and pure
    as golden waters implore
    east coast friendly town
    where we walked before
    a kind safe harbor found.

  • prism

    Byjucasso

    the hope of borrowed moments
    may fill a heart with torments
    the little deaths that wreck
    your breath for clarity intolerant
    whisper sweet solace
    tell me you are honest
    in melodious abandon
    the most wonderful wisdom
    as clear as the planes on a prism
    hear bells ringing the singing of
    little faeries winging
    see a seabird in flight to bring
    a peaceful night
    write a song of longing
    for beautiful bright morning
    at the threshold of the dawn
    i pray you will stay and not be gone
    as a mother gives birth
    so must a child let go.

  • calls to beckon

    Byjucasso

    grapple
    “push-pull”
    enorvating
    walk for miles
    stars glue
    to the constructive sky

    analyze invert
    stride paths
    the pathological embrace
    to goad the heard
    hanging onto their every word

    discover the pearl
    without a wicked world
    to seeth outcast out of reach
    seize to capture me
    captsize you at sea

    exemplary great monarch
    butterflies fly free
    freezing on a beach in winter
    gray day gray overcoat
    black cap brimming no sunning
    sing soothing songs
    rejoice in the camrederie
    shine your ability
    grit a homily

    answer calls to beckon
    lessons learned are welcome
    pinch of salt expressions
    won’t get us to Heaven
    unless they come with directions

    direct attention to the bread unleavened
    we the people
    like our Peligrino with lemon
    tempt fate read tarot
    in the fight to stay alive pursue the dawn
    without your love i am gone
    gone out of mind forever long

    longing for short-cuts
    a bandage for a bruise
    color me black and blue
    in regard to taking it hard
    when i lose
    paintings poems friends of bluest hue
    true friends need hugs
    as rivers feel the rapids ever race
    to find a waterfall
    a flower in a vase

    to catch a gush upon a blushing face
    enter into a state of grace
    as ever was a peace to put in place
    children succeed when they are safe

    if grownups never grow up
    they hurt and cannot heal
    in fantasy the dragon slain
    the air is fresh and clear

    everyone is dear to love
    the sun in summer sets
    the beauty of it’s timelessness

    reality is meant
    to pay the rent and earn your debt
    a hard hard place to get
    to have it all or lose it
    whom of us would choose it?

    speak words of love like cello music
    a flute like a memoir
    soft in sweet harmony
    marry the magical monastical
    moved to tears
    fantastical dreams in homage.