Jon Alan
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Love, so blind, blind faith confused
Resentment at being deceived and used
A leap of faith, a common mistake
Emotions shrugged off and abused
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the way the sun reflects off matter
around 3 pm on sunny balmy pre-autumn holidays
where there are usually throngs of people milling about
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I dreamt that I was looking out
On my trail, just peering about
At once I saw two heads in a hollow
Peering back at my curious gaze
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I've stretched the imagination
to the point of no return
Loose'd the bolts of meaning
'till I carried no concern
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In a place called Rochelle Palace
Overlooking placid seas
I found her just a-waiting
Waiting there for me.
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The dew on the leaves hint the coming of dawn
Father Sol on his perch, morning birds sing their songs
He peeks o'er the hills, Sol's warmth clears the Glade
As the dawns dewey clouds willingly fade
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Let us stay here now, forever, You and I.
Let us stay in Summer's sweetness
with the dew drops in our hair
And the scented smells of soft sweet roses
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Down by what used to be the penny arcade
Where me and Shelly used to meet, now and then,
I saw her at first just standing there, a porcelain statuette
Worshiping her viewers with her glass eyes
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Readied were the armies
of the This and of the That
Angels blew their trumpets
And the devils sent out rats
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Mingle as one in unkempt jungle
Of clothes strewn around like mistresses to a rich man.
Melt as one in hollow desire
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My dearest of Angels, you might think me mad
I have yet to sleep and rest my head
Though my heart is aflame with the promise of Love
I am too restless to sleep, Lord above,
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Sidney died by the lake,
on the way to his funeral
He could not bear the loss
and was overwhelmed with grief.
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Like shoes void of a spirit
To bring them Life
The night is but a hollow
bewitching wife.
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In forgotten fields a lone man walks
On aged brown and crumpled stalks
Bygone times and ageless thoughts
Nothing is left of the things he sought.
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When this psychedelic world
Makes something out of nothing,
When this enhanced ability to imagine
called Hallucination
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Wind blown daffodils swayed in the breeze
of an eternal afternoon of breezy sighs
which swept her away to the
furthest reaches of her fantasies.
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In the twilight of the dawn
You can hear the mourning's song,
You can sense the lost and lonely as they weep.
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And here the dear departed
Rest comfortably, indeed,
Fore the wind is always caressing
Never whipping up a scream
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Jon Alan Biography
(Born September 9,1952) My mother smoked while I was in the womb and until I was four, she gave me this horrific pneumonia, asthma and bronchitis, but worse, both parents physically and emotionally, psychologically deeply abused me. (1973-1978) I have been a printing pressman, graphic designer, and darkroom technician and photographer. I won a national design award with the design department at Sarah Lawrence College in Westchester County, NY, USA too many years ago to remember, it was for a brochure for their Early Childhood Center. (1980-1988) I then was a high level Operations Manager for a huge bank, and then a medium sized warehouse business. (1986-1996) Finally I ran my own sole-proprietorship business as a consultant to small business, a network architect, technician and trainer. (1996 to Present) Permanently disabled and permanently unable to work due to a collapsed and crushed lower lumbar spine, and a horribly failed and ineffective 7 hour surgical three level spinal laminectomy and fusion at S1-L3 disk levels, leaving me mostly bedridden and in 24/7 horrific pain, medication - the palliative approach - administered by a beautiful human being and Pain Management Doctor, has given me back a small amount of my freedom to spend at most two-three hours a day doing chores or fun, the rest of the day spent in bed on my side like a Sultan reclining, writing my poetry and publishing my art and photographs. I live so far below the poverty level, surviving on $724.00 a month SSI, and $152.00 a month in food stamps, that I have learned a new humbling lesson on what is really important in life!)
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**one Lonely Night
Love, so blind, blind faith confused
Resentment at being deceived and used
A leap of faith, a common mistake
Emotions shrugged off and abused
There was a time when trust was pure
When the promises made were forever
The heart was fresh and was content
Time stood still, Time Love dare not severe
Yet how it changed once the gleam wore off
And commitment assured meant for naught
As the hard cold steel of promises made
Made partner's wary and sadly distraught
And the light of Love turned dark with despair
One radiant innocent, the other dark heart
As the pledges made during passion's first touch
And the dream of forever, like a knot, came apart
Who made these rules that make us forget
When the bond is broken and failed
And the heart's tender skin is flayed and cut
As commitment is fully derailed
Is there no stronger Love than that first tender touch
Promises made during passionate lust
And two that were one become lonely again
As the bond that was pure turns to pain and rust
As I ponder the promises that turned to pain
Those promises one never intended to keep
The risks I took once too often this time
My dreams are done, ne'er again shall I sleep
Ne'er again shall promises betray my heart
Ne'er again shall a lover break me apart.
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