• pretty eyes

    Byjucasso

    if I could I would lasso brash past crass cant’s throw them
    in the surf run away from hurt grow divine in dirt-
    to sympathize with pretty eyes welling up with tears,
    the wasted years I peered at life in fear and strife
    crying in my beer-
    you are near though many miles away
    I hear you clearly most sincerely since you went away
    you love me more than you can say
    you are my dear bright knight
    fighting for the right to be okay
    you are the tide I am the bay
    you are water I am clay.

  • the sentiment

    Byjucasso

    lost in the sentiment
    fertile mind a rocky climb
    through silt and sediment
    say what is meant to mend
    for the time is evident
    unwind the knotted weave
    that causes you to grieve
    to fall on bended knee
    straining to be free
    from hurt and pain
    alone again it seems
    if I a witness to your soul
    maybe the only one
    then keep me in your heart
    and wear me like a shell.

  • early spring robin

    Byjucasso

    tears of joy tears of sorrow they’re all the same
    to leap across fond responses
    to offer solemnity
    I speak your name in everywhere to blossom
    you are my early spring robin
    to bring the warmth that hasn’t been
    we talk talk like honey bees that spare the sting
    in touch with much we love so much to hurt no more
    of everything I’ve asked of you you give me more
    in any case we rush to race a gift of grace
    to see your pretty face again once more
    at my nesting place where you may rest restore
    my heart is healing with your feeling
    the creation meaningful bright
    you give me light refresh my life
    as nothing could before
    I miss you day and night
    I love you baby blue
    as the night dreams of day.

  • centering potential

    Byjucasso

    love is the quintessential elemental
    guiding star, that glistens in arabesque fluted crystal
    shine to bless limitless time shared in a heartbeat
    with sound so sweet as nearer the month of May
    merry a nights day very well tells the way secret squall the seagull rises
    falls across every mile of the bay-stay heart bright
    sight the moon white in pale blue sky
    and I-wonder what to say to show this love of mine
    is not Blaise-I promise solace in the art of honesty
    in sobriety there is a quality in centering potential
    the personal exceptional acceptance of kindness.

  • just to thank you

    Byjucasso

    regard the harmony
    stay under wraps
    a gentle nap would do you good
    to sleep and let
    the day so pass
    as subtle rain on the sense of strain
    it is your birthrite
    the ritual tribunal
    music tuneful
    nothing to fear
    beautiful artist
    in quiet repose
    pieces of mosaic
    make up your tapestry
    i your humble witness
    happen upon the blessing
    to meet you in your finest hour
    when love brings much reward
    i a friend forever
    feel the warmth from your candle
    i would walk a mile for a mammal
    just to thank you for your smile.

  • the milieu

    Byjucasso

    I hear the lull of a lure in lullaby milieu, hesitate a borrowed fate
    to remedy a memory seen where you’ve been, unheard to know harmony
    occurs with windows of the spirit,
    a mirror of history, recording the path down back ally ways that climb
    like a cat to the top of the stair starved imperfection at the very
    mention of her name without question that lead me to pools of
    aquamarine cool water fresh pure clear as those sparkling deep
    gray/blue eyes that well up with tears to sympathize my humble
    cries-looking for a sunrise to brighten the day, forgive me my lies I
    know not what I said, empty your anger and I will do the same, open
    your heart let go of the pain, I humbly ask God to remove all defects
    of character-I walk
    in the pouring rain of tears loving from afar so many
    years I am sorrow you are golden, words are flowing
    to the depths of my soul I am broken, you remain soft spoken, the girl
    of my dreams I reminisce, shy as an overcast sky.

  • the golden rule

    Byjucasso

    conquest is a panacea of the past, in lives too lost to last..
    to conquer my pompous mask I can’t face the waste I trash.
    lashing out will not bring peace nor light or love so sweet,
    when next that we should meet I pray to be back on my feet as cool in
    summer heat with no thought of defeat-
    open to the golden rule with time to share our weathered cares and
    turn the other cheek, let me hold your hand and mend as we walk the
    way back when.