( THE LOVE POET )
His verse, like a precious petal, from an exquisite flower
Slowly unfolds, leaving a luscious space, for a poesy to devour

So each breadth, between every efflorescent petals bloom
Is filled, with his alluring words, as one by one they spume

Every phrase, so intricately woven into their beauty, inlaid as a ransom
For his tendrilled script, like a florets mantling, to expressingly blossom
                                                              
Then, like a nectars infusive fragrance permeates through the air
So do his words, release bouquets of love, for all of us to share
BOEMS BY JA 587             copyright 09-18-2016
Be well Stephan

Where are you going and why are you going there
What is it that’s happening, and why do you care

Why do you go, what is the purpose of your quest
Too, the mysteries of love and compassion, be blessed

Or to bear witness to a life,  that was put to death, yet forgave
While you were not there, you ran away; your life to save

By persecution and fear, your faith you spurned
yet, in the caverns of your mind, it still burned

Your servitude, put in question by your cowardice
Is rewarded only, when you realize, you are powerless

Returning there now, that you’ve been confronted
To spread the word, while being pursued and hunted

Now, why do you go, and of what do you speak
To your death Peter, for those words we all seek
BOEMS BY JA 590

"Scary thoughts are entering me. I don't know
where they're coming from, nor do i know what
it is.
My stomach is bubbling like an Alka- Seltzer
Fizz.
Thoughts are racing, my mind is increasing with
so many memories of yesterday.
Will my past stop allowing me to enter tomorrow?
This i can only pray.
Strength of the mind was taught to me years ago.
Teachings from my Father, and Military gave me
a life i'm very much proud that it shows.
Then why can an invisible power try to shake
the insides of me?
Can it be a portion of being lonely that i'm
refusing to see?
I must stay active to fight back this threat.
Stay closer to Family, and Friends, that would
be my best bet."

our hands
we
flutter
like butterfly wings
out of the cocoon
fighting wars
making peace
changing hearts
building worlds
uplifting souls
and
let
me be
these
hands of gold

oh lord
the
sweet harmony of life
moves rapidly
up and down
the
black and white
piano keys
and
when
we
move slowly
in
contrary motion
in
this world
thus
our
souls are diminished
through
dissonant chords

I look outside the windows and wish to be more free to see the world.
To show gratefulness  for freedom beyond my limitations
So I wish to give back to the world.
Roads to travel
New Cities to see.
New people to sing and share gifts with
Or simply get to know
My limitations have showered me with physical pain and the lack of a truer independence.
If I had the means and generosity for help to get me started
I'd return after my trip and share some deep gratitude.
My illness is not one to shut me up or treat me like a child.
It needs better understanding
Better research
So others stricken can achieve "true wishes granted"
So deeply well