• the realm of the real

    Byjucasso

    the realm of real
    rite the night
    fill the throng with song
    fly by light the spirit soar
    rainbow bright white lit dawn

    I ask of you to stay with me
    a little while pray with me
    lantern by the sea
    walk together candidly

    vivid thought
    sacred heart
    friend in rain most bitter dark
    antique post modern avant-gard

    off to your diamond studded stars
    bedecked bejeweled redeemed renewed
    while I paint faintly moody moons
    avenues in text express

    Prometheus unbound-find him dancing around the grounds
    in these infinite coastal towns
    the bay is sound
    fog horn rip torn sleep
    replete the hours peace
    in quiet
    sweet silent
    drift down the river like Ophelia
    hope harbor keeling not rob her of her feeling
    peek into day dawn shy wink sky pink sparkle sunrise
    link the universe mere verse cannot endeavor to recapture
    such brilliant rapture
    the slow glow in tone of a flower blossom open in a moment

    arise full stature yellow golden flame
    behold the Sun magnificence the center to the Mane

    all creation spin in resolution
    syncopated time unfold in unison.

  • etch

    Byjucasso

    star etch scratch
    Bombay stretch path
    rain stained street black
    market place hurry haste fallen to your present state

    breathe hookah hashish in rough honed alley
    emerald mine dust grime the sound of bells abound
    citadel pray palms sway canyon quake awakened by the dawn

    fires roar animals roam towns poor no repair
    rubies in dark cold archives of museum
    shoeless children grow old with winter a fragile fanaticism
    feed a family-dog and cat the delicacy-
    western thought fight reference

    night drenched fear relentless monsoon
    morbid gloom so many doomed with people to spare-
    minimal miracles bargain cynical sovereign
    you suffer the mother of silence regarding violence

    too pale a positive position know from reading volumes voluminous bibles in the throes of trial by era time capsule
    centuries call in the monolithic overpass well rounded minds invaluable

    rock ledge hold
    cavern paved with gold-star studded sapphires in the chamber
    echo mellow fault-line crack giant formation beg for
    pressure to be released sons and daughters tied to the deceased-

    jarred immutable condition reduced to tears
    loosen inhibition-losing faith an exorcism-
    the blind dream of vision without a set plan nothing pans out
    break tradition make a beeline for antihistamine
    banish the malice from being

    drink to your manifest destiny-
    exhibit the harmony pray for light of day
    may the sky be filled with sun
    praise The Lord
    The Lord is one.

  • 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.

  • when night is never commonly

    Byjucasso

    when night is never commonly
    trees swoon southernly
    canst rekindle comfortably
    desire in monotony

    fill will transparent
    fall into Atlantic
    fasten the romantic
    eyes meet moon melodic

    dire feeling ill-equip
    to martyr your sweet cause
    the one of welts and whip
    raw unrelenting grief guilty grit

    imagine you and I somewhere on a ship
    on holiday to take a trip
    with rainbows on our lips
    from ports of call to feed our souls

    white winter angry
    world bold as bitter brandy
    ocean roll cold sandy
    wind is gaunt and gangly
    moon marooned at noon
    until stars share his sky.

  • wonderful wondering

    Byjucasso

    wonderful wondering
    where the varied melody
    transfixed as a memory
    call for charms exemplary

    twitter of a bird
    in flight to night the sky
    so deep the eve would pale his grief
    with feelings harsh as hail

    resume the cold draft air
    puddles pour a bath
    cool as pools to lap
    leave a brooding lurid laugh

    the Antarctic blast
    cast the frigid fate
    would make a heartache
    in need of warmth

    thank you for waiting
    beside my garden gate
    thoughts of you relate
    sharing your soul

    in a world at peace
    i see you bearing treats
    under the elegant pine
    work boots on your feet
    like a diamond in a mine

    let me understand
    everything too difficult to say
    I search for meaning
    in your well being
    a portrait to portray

    douce the flame of fantasy
    put out fires rigorously
    reticent in recent years
    to advance in my infancy

    lose the truth reluctantly
    learn from cunning secrecy
    elevate the lethargy
    that chokes what spoke in clarity

    hide the whim of wisdoms sting
    like bees caught up in a bunch
    I’d like to catch the reason
    never let it go

    when I hear rain
    I get fearful all over again
    calm collect me writing then
    in prayer for an eloquent pen.

  • 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.