• i guess

    Byjucasso

    clamor to the glamor of the dawn
    listen to the bluebirds song
    continue on
    may God bless
    where nothing’s wrong

    i guess
    rest is best
    to quell the fallen fell
    as fellows tell
    chime in the bell will ring
    a melodic hypnotic spell
    that only time will tell
    that give and take
    the dwelling of mistake
    identity of late for greater sake

    forsaken shaken sky
    thunder in the wonder of an eye
    plunder the summer of joy
    fall careen with color seen
    by all the fear we mutter more

    winter shutter cloudy rowdy days
    in waves rough and cold and gray
    make room for holiday
    nestled in content
    i love you more than i have wept
    and catch the dream i’ve kept.

  • gravitate a humble life

    Byjucasso

    gravitate a humble life
    light the moonbeams in the night
    swear the angels get it right
    rascals seem so erudite

    counter boundless energy
    Shake needles off pine
    drink until deplete of wine
    the grace of grapes la fete upon the vine

    you in your state of mind
    cannot relate to mine
    inherent to be kind so much to bear
    impose the time to find me there

    gentle gracious angels in the city
    summers take a tunnel to the sea
    everywhere is farmland green and pretty
    fruit stands line the streets a local litany

    back home quiet transcends the traffic
    that forced it’s way into my psyche
    homespun into the fabric
    a lonely stone bridge the road
    to paths well known

    incredible wisdoms derived from laughter
    see them then as the hereafter
    looking grave a mortal slave begs The Lord
    to save my loved ones as myself from harm

    a life well spent takes so much good to vent
    around the world my heart is holding on
    to sing about the days ahead
    to mourn the loved ones that are gone

    there’s purpose in service to a dream
    build fulfill not fall in between
    cheer the deer as no one ever may
    reach for a star come up with another day

    life is at it’s best when filled with rest
    the rest will somehow happen so it seems
    direct your attention to the heart of dreams
    a night of stars humble the request
    receive a village hidden in the trees.

  • in a stream

    Byjucasso

    bold exalted moon
    light strewn earth autumn bloom
    mid circle the loon
    shake the very fiber of being

    lake dire strait in evening
    looking for mate
    in the act conceiving
    morning soon

    sway into day a time for living
    watch for hawk as others stalk
    the sound of squawk fill air with feeling

    in chill grass whip in wind
    hide in murky waters take it on the skim
    float exposed glint of sun in eyes
    duck for minnow many tries
    wet roll off backs dry

    on embankment brown oak/red maple leaves
    soak rebellious rain to bleed
    end of drought that dried up all the green

    the earth sleep in streams
    quench thirst
    reclaim consciousness
    deep within a dream.

  • 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.