• decide the time

    Byjucasso

    —to The Lord

    decide the time to live in reason the rhyme may hide the inquisition can’t move but tears that swoon a moon glistens and i a lonely shell called home reduce to tears yr ancient thrown and curses of all time be past let go the hate an inner faith a second date a second glance a second chance-with dire debt receive the love you seek has left and right the world in spin and whirl there is a task that mask our youth the losing game of hurt and pain may curse the way you seem denied to live and love like any guy i promise you we’ll never stray and pray for you on holiday-please accept our lives at best the world is yours when with blessings won? please please our peace the need is great officiate before too late believe in us as we believe in you a theory of the golden rule and if by chance the cold may sting as bees to the honey the plays the thing so recess retire we care we tire we cry the tears you will not fear for it would be as it once was before the time was born beside still waters sons and daughters hear a prayer for you to care once more let there be a renaissance let there be life, come join us and bring your wife.
    amen.

  • for all the world i touch

    Byjucasso

    in the course of mighty rivers challenging channels caught cold quivers quizzical shivers crimson creatures absorb light tints of night right in the middle of second sight
    appeal the real spin the whim reduce the speed sleep well my steed run run the tears the task turn dark as night time come
    and i alone catch colder still upon the breath of heart that kill the ever lost that never will-the milk is spilt i cry
    and never was the stubborn day that end the year and this dear bay that swim the rim and beg to play a song sung low remorse must tow a wreckage of a ship at sea the hull of heaven miss her plea to be as free as she can be the torrent wind whisper
    a fascination pursue a nation a revelation doubt creation and i a worldly novice ask for solace in the tropic of my silence end the vile creature stress the promise of a wretch the wicked with the license wither you go you know the flow of words will do to honor you but in the dark the cavern flood the deep sea caves are filled with mud arouse the time to rise and shine to fall the wick burn thick till done the shadow knows from whence it come and answer this my sweet resist to you and yours a best exist till day is here i tell you dear i am the one who fear the dawn if ever one felt as forlorn.

  • the loved one

    Byjucasso

    the loved one
    familiar beautiful
    walk with you
    in joy and pride

    for all the words
    we hide
    the best as yet to bring
    looking back we’ve just begun
    once more again begin

    the night fit like an old pair of shoes
    the jacket with the patches
    find elbow room

    happy times elate
    sentimental sweet caress
    share the gentle care
    much thoughtful tenderness

    hurried were the days
    daunted worry
    emptiness

    remembered bliss
    that little pout
    that gregarious character that laugh out loud

    thunderous wonder rewards
    a portrait to recapture

    human nature
    build on higher ground
    cloister
    pearl in oyster
    intact a tactful act
    the actual fact
    fiction a mission
    delirious depiction
    utopian artifact

    you are a vision
    for four poor eyes
    between reason and disguise
    sing songs of the season
    subdue your tears with lullabies

    birds flight in the light of the midday sky
    the sun is as round as a Gods Eye
    He watches over us with warmth
    to lighten our days

    the moon
    croon
    “stardust”
    with an encore
    of “moon river”
    the oceans weep
    pray to heal all wounds not hinder
    from depths as deep in winter.

  • write down the prose

    Byjucasso

    write down the prose
    in sweet repose
    try to sleep
    I count on you sheepishly

    ensconced in deepest grief
    I know not why
    that I should cry
    the colors dance on walls

    red green purple blue
    vivid retreat and overalls
    the view won’t let me close my eyes
    there’s no one I must compromise

    no plunge off peers
    I talk to my heart with sympathy
    buy myself some Tiffany
    read a chapter capture laughter

    eat a dish of something rich
    the night is still
    salvage tears
    get on scale-
    more tears

    a lone girl wolfs down her meat
    she is discreet wants to be alone
    explore the stainless refrigerator
    steal immoral morsels of food
    no one looking she can’t be rude

    cover from head to toe with lotion
    dry as sandpaper-parched as parchment
    what ever became of the little girl from Larchmont? we moved to Greenwich-

    I remember the gold inlay on the rectangular marble table-the knotted wool karistan the Stuebin
    on the break front-dad winding the Tiffany clock-mom painting on the round kitchen table-

    then at 5 o’clock mom sautéing one of her famous concoctions while dad poured himself 2 fingers-

    I was able to have an open mind-I was capable
    sleepy time tea occasionally camomile
    milk and honey on the other side of the fridge
    yogurt berries banana granola
    wait till they go then have your cola

    relationships-tell new friends I’d like to get to know ya-
    adapt to others with ebb and flow
    don’t cry in front of a guy
    hold on to yourself till he leaves and then fall apart

    he didn’t want your heart just a field day with
    your body
    so much sadness no party

    East Hampton winters a comfort
    living humble in my Ponderosa
    organic French roast coffee 2% milk
    updated phenomenal kitchen in 2 weeks
    2 happy 2 be sad.

  • a peaceful wish

    Byjucasso

    a peaceful wish
    amend the sorrowful heart

    may your birth
    be a source of wonder

    find love in everything kind
    as thoughts catch in tears

    the moon light the night
    to hug the earth

    in beauty of your life
    forgiveness sends the world
    to revolve around the cycle

    to bless the tame and the wild
    in miles and miles of valleys mountains
    breeze blowing trees grassy pastures

    long rocky winding rivers frozen pacified
    white Ice solid marbled
    tree limbs caught in fog steaming cold content

    highway running dart through black hills silhouette
    the wind shifts over the wet countryside upset
    forget regret the worldly cause refuse

    return relent renew
    know love as you knew

    love you more with every dawn
    the love is you.

  • 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.

  • patch a fallen tie

    Byjucasso

    You are the paper sky
    you are the pencil shade my eye
    hold my hand I cry your tears
    she is the cradle in my sunrise
    the stranger of my surmise
    too quick to say goodbye
    patch a fallen tie
    gold-leafed charm
    a calming heart
    why wonder we cannot see
    the Earth in all her finery
    grateful for your gallery
    reserve the rite to be
    among her bless-ed best
    a summer rosary
    rise and shine she calls upon request
    love not wavering
    those humble sweet seasons
    for savoring
    sought of give and take
    children born for humblings sake
    a keep sake for safe keeping
    Gods gift to win
    a smile for your grin
    good fortune’s Phoenix
    center ’round the ring
    pray for strength from weakness
    to happen the day
    daughters and sons
    catch us in His arms
    hugs till day is done
    regard the setting sun
    without harm for anyone.

    Amen.

  • somber

    Byjucasso

    in somber summer sways
    so sweet the seldom ways
    that swept the rain as wept
    wet upon the window pane
    crept courage ageless credulous
    the waning moon jealous
    tenuous the trust as just melodious
    betwixt the kisses vengeful
    mesmerize memories amenity
    fluid find mercury
    slip like quick silver destiny
    breath a silent wreath
    that whispers speech in harmonic pleasure
    quell the quill as feathers will resume
    in twinge the ring of better states
    surround the sound of give and take
    no hail the stone frail fragment found
    shattered shale of rocky ground
    simply pale the moon is round
    and I for one cannot bear
    the rest of time alone
    inside the outer rigid roam
    holding back gentle tears
    the corrosive wake
    a blurred visions treason
    in a girl without reason
    recede reckless rivers writhing
    past the pace sip the lip of lying
    in the middle of resonance
    caught the benevolence
    the moon since afternoon shining
    warm to the bones heartening
    pondering I know no enemy
    a personal rescue remedy
    you knight of my days
    around circles twirl amused
    enthusiasm blends the blues
    in a moody evening mood.

  • walk the way to town

    Byjucasso

    psalms soulfully suggest
    a revolution deducting lucid
    thought as willows cry distraught
    the mossy ground wet with tears soil toils not to drown,
    lift your dressing gown across the lawn, through the
    merciless mud and twig looking
    for a truth to give, please hold
    me in sustainable arms, as wings are for birds that fly and I, can’t get up
    off the ground as little flowers act as if there’s nothing wrong along
    the lonely walk the way to town.