Featuring the works of Joshua Daniel Bligh
by Joshua Daniel Bligh
There are words,
That make us try
There are days that turn to days
That turn to nights.
There are moments,
Loose in our minds
There are passers
That do all but pass us by.
There are songs
That mother’s sing
There are fathers wives and widows
Who still wear the ring.
There’s a picture - stuck in my head.
It’s a picture of a girl - I once misled.
There’s a dusty frame - around her face.
One day I’ll take it from the mantle to be replaced.
And on that day - across the land,
There’ll be murder everywhere my vision stands.
There are feelings,
That make us think
There are scars so close to marrow
They make us shrink.
There are truths
Where lies reside
In translation they couple with fear
Long thought denied.
There are romantics,
Who weigh the cost
There are mousetraps in the city
Where all love is lost.
There are scarecrows
That resemble men,
There are men across the field
That resemble men.
There’s an ember,
Flaked from the fire
There are tear-filled eyes
Just wanting to retire.
Alone we march - the human soul
So close to God - yet separate from the whole.
In offered time - we wait for more.
In deepest sorrow - we close the door
Across the land - on ripened vines
Here in unpicked lands I will find what's mine
by Joshua Daniel Bligh
Rove with me
For my ilk will never understand
They have proverbially lost their yolk
And their hearts are dashed
For I am rapt
And they will never see
What I see now.
Rove with me
For the world's abacus is broken
They have indelibly lost track of time
And their words are clipped
Like the wings of pigeon
While we are hummingbirds
Our feeders allign with the firmament
Yet we wade through the fog.
Why?
Rove with me
For the sunshine only allows serendipity
Into the glinting, twining light of tomorrow
With all our yesterdays in tow
They will know us by the curtsey of willow
And the bow of the pine
And the roiling surf that folds against the sand
Jettison all your indignations
For we are jetsam driftwood.
Rove with me,
For the estates we feign are collecting dust
The carousel is drunk
And so is the keeper
of the light at the end of the tunnel.
by Joshua Daniel Bligh
If his heart cast a shadow, she would forever take up it’s shade.
If his patience had a compass, she would never be far away.
Never once has he deserved a day in her presence.
Never once has he deserved forgiveness nor penance.
His heart throws a shadow that stretches like rubber-band in the sun.
Our beautiful day has not ended, it has only begun.
A carnivorous mind, chews right to the bone
With a vagabond’s eye, he was never alone.
But to chronicle that life and scrapbook it away,
Only his love for her, could have made it this way.
In empty spaces, he waits
In his oasis he’s found
And he won’t stray far from water
This time around.
If her heart cast a shadow, would she let him cool his tired feet.
If only the whisper of a camera,
Could now make her complete
She dips into the past, for sobriety’s sake
And turns the music down, just to be splashed in his wake
Outside, the summer looks much like autumn.
From her heart, the leaves have fallen.
Hurry now, to this place of peace
A view of heaven, couldn’t make him more complete
He can bend spoons with his mind, and talk of mankind
And his ears will drink with her talk of the Divine,
The clouds will chalk the sky,
and the children will play Against the prodigal earth,
where the pines do sway And drift amid the burgeoning mist
Together, they will all coexist.
For now, he stands all alone at the end of the world,
Cigarette in hand, he will wait for his girl
On the opaque horizon, he sees the camera’s swollen flash
When he closes his eyes, he sees nothing but the past
Of a boy, who has never deserved a day in her presence
Of a boy, who wrecked love by selfish invention,
And his heart casts a shadow,
Now the sturdy frame of a man,
Who doesn’t want to be alone,
But knows that he can.
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