In life or in love
With friends or with kin
It’s never, what you take out
It’s always, what you put in
WIZDUMBs BY JA 504

Having a kind thought
Is like a flowing breeze
It filters thru the tree tops
Yet only stirs the leaves

So the breeze achieves but little
And that thought does not appease
Hence, without a consequence
It’s just a useless tease
WIZDUMBs BY JA 557

Fathers, like the trunk
Of every single tree
Are the strength
For each family

They take the weight
Of branching out
And keep each branch
Anchored throughout

Although their leaves
May wilt and fall
They stand *****
Supporting all

So as each branch
Grows its offshoots
They know they came
From Fathers roots
BOEMS BY JA 401

By marrying me, my wife proved
That she, had a lot of guts
Because
If it wasn’t her, then someone else for sure
That I’d be driving nuts
WIZDUMBs BY JA 391

These words contain no wisdom
No prophetic verse of bliss

It’s just a thought I had
And its meaning goes like this

Get your life together
Or you will be remiss

For you are here to taste this life
And not to it dismiss

All the good and the bad
You should savour like a lovers kiss

So give thanks, that you were blessed
And this life, you did not miss
WIZDUMBs BY JA 685

Without caring
I’m absent emotion
Without passion
I’d have no devotion

Without comprehension
My knowledge won’t grow
Without learning
What would I know

Without a conscience
Would wrong or right be
Without this essence
Is it still me

Without love
My soul would die
Without a soul
Then what am I

Without a purpose
Why persist
Without persistence
Why exist

Without death
I’d live eternally
But without ever
I would never be
BOEMS BY JA 471

You stole the light from my soul, when you left
But I had no way to prevent, or report your theft
You left me behind all alone, groping in the dark
Searching the ashes blindly, for some sort of spark

I fell into a deep, never ending abyss
Don’t know how long, I existed like this
Until that scar, on my heart fell off
It’s only then I knew, I could once more love

Now I endlessly search, for a cinder or glowing ember
To relight my soul, like those days I remember
But with every spark that I’ve chosen, to my light renew
It only fades and dies, with each memory, of you
BOEMS BY JA 482