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 Jun 2016 S S
Torin
I was breathless
And you were formless
I watched as you were named
And felt the trees grow
The roots reaching
The twisted limbs
The dancing leaves
I was the soil and you were the seed
Nothing but a soul and rain
That was the way we began our journey
You were shouting
A rose from your throat
I dreamt of the sky
While I slept in caves
Facing gaping holes
And creatures
That was the way we began our journey
The band plays
And the music falls heavy on me
The way these angels
Bring me to my knees
So easily
 May 2016 S S
Ja
TO SEAN HUNT
 May 2016 S S
Ja
Who is this Ja
Sean Hunt did ask
So I will tell you
This is my task

He’s a silly little man
Without any hair
His teeth are all gone
But he doesn’t care

He wears tiny glasses
Because he can’t see
They make him look cute
If you ask me

He writes some BOEMS
And thinks he is funny
But that hasn’t made
Him, any money

He writes WIZDUMBs too
And feels he is wise
But he has not yet
Won any prize

He makes up songs
And composes the tune
But won’t be on radio
Any time soon

Ja is that poor
Odd foolish man
Who just runs around
Does what he can

He’s the Polish version
Of that old grandpa
Just in his case
He is the Ja

He is in name
An old Polish, Jadek
I’m spelling it wrong
But what the heck

So there you have it
He’s no one of note
He’s not even famous
He’s just, an old goat
BOEMS BY JA 79
 May 2016 S S
Torin
Simple
 May 2016 S S
Torin
Maybe something simple will suffice
I can see a lot of light
But I love even your darkness
My fingers spell your name
In dead languages
I can't read, but I can sing
Even louder than your demons scream

Maybe its not as simple as I would like
I can see a lot of life
But death in your hair I want to hold
My fingers draw your face
There's no color, but every line
Becomes the reason I will live
Even the pain you feel is my hope for tomorrow
 May 2016 S S
Stephan
Tossed astern
 May 2016 S S
Stephan
.

*Of glancing sight and desperate eyes
For this my heart doth cast abreast
Yon whispered seas in torrent squall
Alone adrift this salted quest
  
Let ocean tears of sorrowed cries
Come rise above this angered swell
Neath clouds of rumbled argent calls
O’er journeys harshly come to tell

As this my life is tossed astern
Midst hurricanes and frenzied wind
On waves engraved of depths below
To pray, so soon to find its end
He scoops sands in baskets

then balancing neatly on the shoulder
carries to where needed
through bone breaking hours.

Upon his footprints is there a name
or a home
where he goes back for the night
lands featherlight kiss on a woman
awakes her sleepy bones with her hands
forgetting his days sinking in the sands.
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