Justin Blaney's Blog, page 41
December 21, 2016
125 i don’t have answers, just complicated questions
125
i don’t have answers, just complicated questions
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i don’t have answers, just complicated questions
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
309 you made me forget anything existed in this world outside you and me
309
you made me forget anything existed in this world outside you and me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
you made me forget anything existed in this world outside you and me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
December 20, 2016
310 i hope you found the happiness i prayed my touch would bring
310
i hope you found the happiness i prayed my touch would bring
i hope the song of your soul found the perfect melody to accompany
i hope you hear peace in the heartbeat of the one you see last before you sleep
i hope you found everything you were looking for and more than than you might ever imagine or dream
when you said goodbye to me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i hope you found the happiness i prayed my touch would bring
i hope the song of your soul found the perfect melody to accompany
i hope you hear peace in the heartbeat of the one you see last before you sleep
i hope you found everything you were looking for and more than than you might ever imagine or dream
when you said goodbye to me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
134 i love finding a letter from you in the mail
134
i love finding a letter from you in the mail
like when rain beats on the tin roof all night
and dark clouds hang low outside a weeping window pane
but to find when i open the door
a painted sky and shining sun and perfect day with you await me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i love finding a letter from you in the mail
like when rain beats on the tin roof all night
and dark clouds hang low outside a weeping window pane
but to find when i open the door
a painted sky and shining sun and perfect day with you await me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
December 19, 2016
142 i often think i can’t do this anymore
142
i often think
i can’t do this anymore
but then realize
what choice do i have?
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i often think
i can’t do this anymore
but then realize
what choice do i have?
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
December 18, 2016
308 you asked once what could make me feel so much
308
you asked once what could make me feel so much, who could cause me to love so passionately, what muse could fuel the words that pour out of me into poetry
you wondered what kind of woman could make me feel all that I do
and it turns out it’s you
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
you asked once what could make me feel so much, who could cause me to love so passionately, what muse could fuel the words that pour out of me into poetry
you wondered what kind of woman could make me feel all that I do
and it turns out it’s you
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
December 15, 2016
301 can’t listen to those songs anymore
301
can’t listen to those songs anymore
the ones we shared so happily
or go to those cafe’s
we used to fill with laughter
or walk those streets
or hear wind in the trees
or stand in the rain
or order that drink
or read poetry
or even properly breathe
since you said goodbye
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
can’t listen to those songs anymore
the ones we shared so happily
or go to those cafe’s
we used to fill with laughter
or walk those streets
or hear wind in the trees
or stand in the rain
or order that drink
or read poetry
or even properly breathe
since you said goodbye
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
December 13, 2016
303 we must honor emotions
303
we must honor emotions
they are formed for a purpose
though temptation to revise the validity of our feelings will come upon us when the moment has past
truth is embodied in that moment and we must seek to understand instead of tucking away what we felt
or dismissing it as something of less value than rational analysis
do not emotions have as much right to life as logic?
do they not provide the color to our white and black existence?
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
we must honor emotions
they are formed for a purpose
though temptation to revise the validity of our feelings will come upon us when the moment has past
truth is embodied in that moment and we must seek to understand instead of tucking away what we felt
or dismissing it as something of less value than rational analysis
do not emotions have as much right to life as logic?
do they not provide the color to our white and black existence?
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
305 i want to find adventure with you
305
i want to find adventure with you
i want to do the unthinkable
what others only dream about
what most don’t believe is even possible
a life so big we could never live it on our own
but is only possible when we’re together
level mountains or raise land from the sea
call down stars from the sky just to give them to children who haven’t smiled in a very long while
our love will be built on unbroken truth and passion and never ending life
we can write our own story
better than any book or song or movie
because it will be real
and not merely the fiction of some writer’s mind
we were meant to find each other
down this long and odd and twisted path
this circuitous journey of pain and confusion
and what felt like endless searching
but now i’ve found you, i’m certain this is true
you and i can do some pretty amazing things on our own
but together
this world won’t know what hit it
i’ve seen this all
a vision more vivid that all my fingers have ever touched
or all that my eyes have ever seen
our lives lay before me, intertwined and stretched out for all time
hold my hand for this ride
because it’s going to be like nothing this world has ever seen
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i want to find adventure with you
i want to do the unthinkable
what others only dream about
what most don’t believe is even possible
a life so big we could never live it on our own
but is only possible when we’re together
level mountains or raise land from the sea
call down stars from the sky just to give them to children who haven’t smiled in a very long while
our love will be built on unbroken truth and passion and never ending life
we can write our own story
better than any book or song or movie
because it will be real
and not merely the fiction of some writer’s mind
we were meant to find each other
down this long and odd and twisted path
this circuitous journey of pain and confusion
and what felt like endless searching
but now i’ve found you, i’m certain this is true
you and i can do some pretty amazing things on our own
but together
this world won’t know what hit it
i’ve seen this all
a vision more vivid that all my fingers have ever touched
or all that my eyes have ever seen
our lives lay before me, intertwined and stretched out for all time
hold my hand for this ride
because it’s going to be like nothing this world has ever seen
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
December 8, 2016
104 i’m building a rocket in my backyard out of tube slides and playground hamster mazes
104
i’m building a rocket in my backyard out of tube slides and playground hamster mazes and engines pulled from demolished dodge chargers and hummers and harleys and wwii air plane propellors, dozens of them bolted and strapped together
the captain’s lawn chair leans back where i sit and dream late at night when the city is sleeping and the lights have dimmed so much the moon bursts from the sky
and beside me, a chair from where you can take my hand to clam the tremors of launch as we rumble through layers of atmosphere
i will steer around pockets of steam and potholes to smooth the ride for you, because i know you don’t love to fly on homemade rockets and are only coming because i have promised you that thai noodles on the dark side of the moon are the best around for a few hundred thousand miles and because i promised you an adventure this sunday and you’ve always liked our adventures, haven’t you?
half the reason i want to go is to see how beautiful your eyes are when lit by half a sun and all the stars high above the curve of this world and its shining blue oceans will pale as i gaze into your life alight in the frail shell of the rocket i made for you
never are seconds or breaths more precious than when separated from death by a red plastic shell or when ferrying across our galaxy’s tides on a journey of unknown dimension and time
and i want to know how brightly you shine when lifted above all this world’s grime and the worries that form in lines across faces from unspoken words at just the wrong time
upon these reflections, why wait till sunday
shall we go now, you and i
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i’m building a rocket in my backyard out of tube slides and playground hamster mazes and engines pulled from demolished dodge chargers and hummers and harleys and wwii air plane propellors, dozens of them bolted and strapped together
the captain’s lawn chair leans back where i sit and dream late at night when the city is sleeping and the lights have dimmed so much the moon bursts from the sky
and beside me, a chair from where you can take my hand to clam the tremors of launch as we rumble through layers of atmosphere
i will steer around pockets of steam and potholes to smooth the ride for you, because i know you don’t love to fly on homemade rockets and are only coming because i have promised you that thai noodles on the dark side of the moon are the best around for a few hundred thousand miles and because i promised you an adventure this sunday and you’ve always liked our adventures, haven’t you?
half the reason i want to go is to see how beautiful your eyes are when lit by half a sun and all the stars high above the curve of this world and its shining blue oceans will pale as i gaze into your life alight in the frail shell of the rocket i made for you
never are seconds or breaths more precious than when separated from death by a red plastic shell or when ferrying across our galaxy’s tides on a journey of unknown dimension and time
and i want to know how brightly you shine when lifted above all this world’s grime and the worries that form in lines across faces from unspoken words at just the wrong time
upon these reflections, why wait till sunday
shall we go now, you and i
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
