Buddha in my arms

Byjucasso

green leaves mellow wind
gone the facade a remnant of rage
wearing silks the girls will twirl
as well you may to catch happiness
shy we carry on yet youthful
in the derby hat looks on from far a place away your soldier
tarnished we are more
precious worth every day
words more than swords may separate-
blessings for a little girl I love so much who tries
we give our cries for hugs till the end of time
takes away all the pain
to pursue skies of blues inclement rain
I will try to change
Buddha in my arms
Sappho please remain
cool is ever so quickly quiet
pouring fluted champagne
tumbles of bundles of straw
callous I trample inconsistently
banal alliances to flirt with hurt
humbled by your petticoat
repair the broken spoke
that brought me hope to cope
in stalls to broom so to speak
your person in the wings
of an eagle clad in low rise jeans
for time around royal blue ocean
in winter white near death thought of you morning dove in morning
dew-respond sweetly serenely seen
of love missing the path
a gentle evening from yearning
a now as ever eventful evergreen
walk to the ocean
hand in hand
I love you with all my heart
I hurt her I am eternally sorry
turn around my tears fall in summer for
my alabaster chiseled chum who
takes my grief raising me to
the sun never the same
yet never to part in soul
to hide her in my hope chest
beyond a sandy saunter
tears the most of
wonder in blue/gray eyes
so pretty
and I her friend summoned
will turn my will
to higher places beyond pearl strands to the promise land
forever if you will forgive my blunders as I rollup the sidewalk for a smoke
embrace her hug so sweetly given
a sacred trust as written
then let me give her my confession
that she may seek higher ground
not to suffer again
from a red fairy’s rude awakening
and if you believe in faeries clap
your hands
not a woman nor a man
humbled by all that you are true
to yourself flowing with the tide
I so love you baby blue
no jealousy from me will wound your pride again sweet friend.

our planet

Byjucasso

the Lady Herself the wisdom of
the wise, good fortune resounds
the bliss restored by order of an all inclusive sons and daughters who
bear witness to souls
without the torture what have we?
our world
has much to learn as everybody knows
to be led around by the nose to break free creates anarchy in the
minds and hearts most feeling of your children
to be in a solar system so wounded by despair always
forever grateful a loving gentle Earth beaten battered broken hearted
torn away the dearly departed your consciousness overwhelms me this
day of contextual recognition
We hold God in highest esteem
and love you as honorable and we
hold on to the shirt tails of your
understanding with allowing love
and sweetest regard for you in the disclosing of the most agreeable
concern and love for our planet.

Amen.

Heavenly Kindness

Byjucasso

like a body of water the people’s of the Earth are a Heavenly body in
the dormant heart-do not scatter the refuse of a love so worn torn
aborted throughout history born and bred for our daily bread is spent
for every soul dead inside the belly of the Beast-I am alive to hear
the pounding hoof beats in freedom the light with sweet voice the
angels choice calling her to imagine that yours and mine
for wisdom in our children in all of us our care the deeply sincerest
necessity of all a combined union under a melting heart Mother Mary
may you laugh and sparkle with your Son under the love and warming sun
in a time of love for all the good neighbors of the Earth thank you
God bless you in happiness and joy that we may someday be blessed to
see the 2nd coming of your brave new world in kindness rekindled in
your divinity the love of Father Son And The Holy Spirit in the
prayers and wishes dreams and hopes for our world in forgiveness and
most kindness for our loving hearts and souls.

Amen.

the very pebbles

Byjucasso

a long way down he riseth up to shake
the very pebbles off the trees as hourly
rage the scourge of outrageous calamity into carnivorous solitude
as others wash their torrent tributes
to tell the little birds that twitter on leftover twigs the winter of
our paradise each splintered hope, the dream and picture promises a
promise land to keel the corrupt
exception to the rule of a world departed so sigh the guise in the
minds eye of the sky enchanted- your homeless brood
to seek the need of smoke as fire burns bright in the hopes and
hideouts in the thought of merriment
a crescent moon crying soul that
June withstands that which is withheld-
an aptitude for minuscule lapels the labels
on little yellow jackets buzzed and
stinging-
here me oh Lord let bringing
core climate to those who have gone before and of that most great the living-
we be heard of this before in
reflections of a mirror
no strokes the water spokes on
wheels to turn in rivers wake the
bush may burn for better wishes
do help me God so help us Sire-
I am not a liar
for Heavens sake
I am just under a sacred trust
to win the wars of togetherness
in solitary-confines the our-a picture
dangling words as carrots in a
portion of pleas plague a peace
inside the heart of need
happily sent and I am for the better of it if it is to be present a presence
to forgive an emptiness of powers
in the temple you are the simple
rain shower over the plain and
though thine would take the
pain from honest working men women children animals
in learning to let go the infamous
snow that kept cool timid prayer
for summers filled with care
may You love us
without despair
in heartfelt happiness
Your original love
to heal everything under the sun.

Amen.

caught

Byjucasso

summers heading into falls berries brought to bear in thistles,
inclusive care the ones gratified and grappled with excelsior, the
burning bush push/pulls away the secrets of a lifetime overlapping
streaming waters, gleaning portals insightful to see others formidable
forcing the lock open so much water so much depth
to win ones sorrow on the overlook to shut the decent moon at nights
most elegant ledge a friend to all that pledge their little lives
to each the waters edge and seek asylum in the cycle
sent-hurt not the ministry you might randomly
rent for you maybe an experiment of those immortal men-don’t let me
down if you cannot exclude the pain then try to reason with it and
apply yourself again-my friend-good hours upon the blend of good work
great music in harmony will serve not abuse it-to let us go is no
choice but badly bruised battered faculty-we shall hope for a better
reality and praise and question with ones own capacity
caught in the augmented chords of bliss and harmony
a gentle morality in the mindful
frailty of flowers bloom a passive
worry May is in a hurry to give us June in all her energy to rise fair
youth to tell the truth of a God in crying for help felt every
heartbeat for forgiveness for His thrown the way of kings the bay if
pigs the love of home the love of Christ some castaways in lieu of you
to feed with spoon cling silver colored gold handcuffs to hold you
back from love some distance great that keeps us still to appreciate
the highest in a rather precarious position in the greatness of the
witness is the goal, sick and tired to be left out in the cold the
people are expendable the means does not support the end we can
pretend all is well and right in the world but ah me we seem to suffer
the arms and bullets of misfortune to take a seldom peace a harm out
of harmony, alarmed at lack of ease until forgiveness and the
gratitude of men begin the end of bitterness to blend a woman’s tears
to the abundance great need and great loss I bid you be well in the
aftermath of to hope for the end to such holocaust and thank parental
feeling to last a lifetime long to ask The Lord for equal gifts for
everyone pie in the sky? then I ask for peace and no more deaths to
die-and forgive this scribe who looks to the Gods to reduce our pain
so help us God…

Amen.

such good luck

Byjucasso

unto my heart as semblance be
a soul my twin in age of three
my kindred spirit as often do
became the bravest one I knew
in the reign of mortal men
I look to you with sadness then
as history made us friends
you are Portia I am Puck
with love ever present
such good luck
our fortune more than wealth&fame
believing in you sweet rose again
and having tried to turn the tide
with you love you by my side
I scream and cry
tell of ancient pain
yet one thing true
so proud of you
tell me not I never cared
to listen to your heartfelt prayer
for I am an unmannered claim
of broken trust and stricken strain
and if you be but merry
when else you can rely
in my heart I carry you
in gratitude and pride.

follower to lead

Byjucasso

how can it seem
echoed streets are safely hidden
that caroling is for the living
the ice deer have melted all our hope
dear
in a child of God who cannot cope
here
for loom of dope the vapors of the fume
hath your ramped eyes
the colder still
as if the oxen tongue of love were wooing, and I had lost my humble guenevere
at last of all the market places lit
there isn’t but a Shelley/Keats to writ
where normally the matinee were
moving
I haven’t been a follower to lead
and if I ever see you drawing
windows
building them in boxes tall and square
there in taking naps to feel your healing
with my horizontal lines linear
as if to say she knows no answer
as if to say she thinks of me quite well
the fish with side of slaw goes well with Pinot Grigio
the girl is of a pearl inside her shell.

a moon no more

Byjucasso

there silence
hand shaking sadly
primrose peace
steal composure
for a plea
my kingdom for remorse
setting suns aside
hidden will
master plan
a lonely man
a tide unturned
a fist full of quip
make it quick
set apart
a heart to be
alone your own
relinquish the fish
recede tenderly
cowardly
a moon no more
would darken skies
that tell of woe some
alibis
have no thought a dimmest doubt
I am alone a darkest cloud
hung up in a sky so blue
alone at midnight without you.

friend for life

Byjucasso

reserved in public places
she holds back
what she may want to say
yet in a candid moment
the sun has broken
through the clouds
when the day becomes beautiful
and the rainy night abounds
she is beautiful
her eyes tell a story
of the love inside her heart
that but for the minstrels
keeps her mind in tune
the kindness in her gentle hug
as blind as I am leads me to
a quiet peace a reverence
common cast when day is past
that raises my soul to heal at last
to all the absurd ambiguity strife
my sweet friend for life
with liberty a sacred trust
an anchor kindred spirit fair
and just
every bit as lovely as a doe in the wood
understanding nobly all is understood
may she always feel as free and as good as tears may cry
as an ever changing sunset
in a most promising sky.

please remain

Byjucasso

I love you mellow
existential fellow
roll down hills viridian green
to wade brook and stream
blown apart by windy rain
paint portraits please remain
when I cannot see the face
you are so dear to give your chandelier hanging here
round pink table
holds my ginger-beer
spicy soda cool clear to toast your lime corona
rest shoulders
in the fabric of the sofa
blanket throws over toes to comfort her
music soothing softens city sounds
window blinds darken rooms and brows
where magazines and catalogues cluster
on coffee table square low polished to a luster
coffee cups cream custard silver spoons
rounded as a full moon
pillows fluffy plump ready
for dreams as ripe as cherries
in the sleepy afternoon.