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jimmy boerstler Dec 2015
...crippled girl in a crippled world....
          with straight sticks to walk with.
...eyes that see you look away and back again...
            with a smile this time...
         and wonder why you didn't smile last time...
...her legs don't work right and so she's wrong...
and will be till she's like the rest of the world..........................
jimmy boerstler Dec 2015
Looking at life in terms of building
a planned unison of angles
     lines, textures, visions of construction
     devices of change,
designed to shape the fluid setting
power is re-viewed, re-visited, and re-arranged
channeled through the chosen tool
to become a force
that gently strikes at the world
until it is worn away
and becomes perceptibly different
       talk, talk
          talk, talk
          A silent change consumes you
          and you become...........................................................­..................
       quietly different
       and you begin to fade
       from there. to here
    where the processes are constructed
the workshop of my chosen life
pull, cut, pull, cut
pull, cut, hammer, pull, cut
reality becomes constructed
observations become utilized
the past begins to speak
and the fingers touch the string
and they begin to fly
singing their song, till a vision is shaped
a vision only a builder's eyes can perceive
and the builder begins to smile,
and glow, and half-hum and half-sing
some forgotten builder's song
     And when his eyes, through a chosen glance,
     touch yours and appear to be quietly reaching
         no doubt they are, no doubt they are,
                     smiles the builder..............................................
jimmy boerstler Dec 2015
lovers of love
trying to find the key
of perpetual motion
of perpetual people
   losing and winning again
    crying in the mist of it all
      laughing in your sleep
        thinking mostly
           "what in the world "
           " what in the world "
feelings that over-ride
  your concepts
  images that can't be defined
  people that weigh you down
  clowns of all description
  clowns in many disguises
  clowns with make-up all amiss
  bringing you chuckles
  for no apparent reason
sadness of a clown's song
horns that will always be flat
sighs so deep, so forbidding
teachings from another time  
     too many "Bozos"
     to many big shoes

          cast your lashings away
             and set sail for the moon
                it's waiting to greet you
                   again............................................................­.......
jimmy boerstler Dec 2015
soft the night time hours
when your lady's here
right by your side
and she wipes away
all those
deep
   dark
      sighs
and you begin to fly
alone
  together


and she looks at you
like she really wants to know
and she looks at you with
soft eyes
  soft clothes

and she takes you
where you
never thought you'd be tonight
  feeling just right
  right now
  feeling just right some how

and it's all because
of this lady
  lady of the morning
   lady of the night
    lady of the evening
     lady of my heart tonight

no fights tonight
    no fights tonight
       yes
          yes................................................­.
jimmy boerstler Dec 2015
love is fast cars
and girls with the pretty hair
love is fast cars
taking you anywhere
gitty up lets go
drive me fast
dont drive me slow
thats what
love is

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