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Bobby Blues Mar 2016
Goodbye honeybee.

It was an honor to be by your side
even if it was just for a little while.

I hope I did you more good than harm,
and that I sounded some of your alarms.

Remember the solemn promise that you made,
because I will remember you for as long as I live.

This is not a poem, but a talking heart
that has been torn apart, bit by bit.

Goodbye O moon of my eyes, my wife in heart.
O flower of May, oh beautified one:

Goodbye.
I will always love you.
Bobby Blues Mar 2016
It's inevitability demands its acceptance.
And it helps you take action, seeking repentance.
It is inexpressible to endure, but you come out more pure.

It is your teacher. An immediate anchor.
And a respected teacher is better than a shunned one.
So shun not pain. But carefully choose what you flee from,
and where you are heading.

Pain helps with that too!
Struggle to endure and to be true.
That is my advice to you.

After hardship there is ease.
After hardship there is ease.
Speaking words of wisdom: Let it be.
Bobby Blues Mar 2016
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.

A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at last he is drawn to the King of love.
However much we describe and explain love,
when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
but love unexplained is clearer.

When pen hasted to write.
On reaching the subject of love, it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love,
pen was broken and paper torn.

In explaining its reason, one sticks fast as an *** in mire;
Naught but Love itself can explain love and lovers!
None but the sun can display the sun.
If you would see it displayed,
turn not away from it.

Shadows may indicate the sun's presence,
But only the sun displays the light of life.
Shadows induce slumber like evening talks,
but when the sun asrises the moon is split asunder.

In the world there is naught so wondrous as the sun,
but the sun of the soul sets not and has no yesterday.
Through the material sun is unique and single,
we can conceive similar suns like it.

But the Sun of the soul,
beyond this firmament,
no like there is seen in concrete or abstract.
Where is the room in conception for His essence,
so that similitudes of Him should be conceivable?
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Bobby Blues Feb 2016
I live, yet I do not wish for life.
I eat, yet I do not desire food.
I sleep, yet I never rest.

What am I?
  Jan 2016 Bobby Blues
Kelley A Vinal
you
Light and dark
The place they meet
Alive with color
Yet hard to see
The words between
The words you speak
Come forth and scorch
The pain beneath
The reaction of your hand on mine
The Sun could never beat
Through every day
And every night
You are within my dreams
Like Jupiter's storms
Or Saturn's rings
You make me feel
Many things
Bobby Blues Jan 2016
It's actually not that bad, nor truly sad.
That most worldly longing has been put
into a single well, with a beautified name.

We all long for something.
I might as well long for you.
Even though it makes me blue.
Bobby Blues Nov 2015
I thought I was a rock'n'rolla.
But they were only in it for the dollar.
Keep singing about nothing, nothing to say.
Keep talking about not talking, talk-talking away.

Keep reminding us all of the scorching gore in the chests.
About being the best, be the first to pull the trigger.
About that thing getting bigger and bigger.

Nobody is going to stop you.
Until the rope reaches the ankle.
We all have to go there, at the end of the line.
Then today's pleasures will be yesterday's memories.
Empty trophies; reaching towards a mirage.
Tell me, is there anything there?
What could that be...

Maybe its tomorrow.
Maybe it was today.
Either way:

There are some consequences that never go away.
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