Turnstyle (Spoken Word on Soundcloud)

Tempting the turnstyle

With tokens for travel

Threadbare sweaters

I unravel

The mystery

Ahead of me

Taking notes

Holding hopes

Dreams with purpose

Remembering deeds

Creating the means

To manifest

My visions

Driving

With an even keel

Take to the feel

Of balance

Beams brighter

On high

Higher motivation

Heightened awareness

Infectious bliss

Beckoning

Reckoning

Righteously

What the

See-ers see

Inextricably

Connected

To the web

Woven

Basket - like

Holding us together

As we gather

Our minds

Preparing for times

Of change

For the world will

Re-arrange

Re-amend

Wrong-doings

To self preserve

And continue the

Learning curve

Turning in style

© A. Bougie (10/9/2008)
Recorded live at Harry's Harvest Ball 2014

Muting the Thoughts (Spoken Word on Soundcloud)

It's hard
To give up
What you don't
Want to quit
Even if it's
Substance-less
An empty hole
With an obvious exit
Put it down
And turn around
Walk on out
So strange
This change
Of perspective
Muting
The thoughts
That had directed
My day
My way
Of seeing
And perceiving
Wrongly
Misleading
Myself
In search
Or chase
Of someone else
Always barking up
The wrong tree
When what I need
Is to be free

© A. Bougie (8/14/2008)
Recorded live at Harry's Harvest Ball 2014

Stolen Grace (Spoken Word on Soundcloud)

Show me a picture of Christiana
I'll show you

Stolen grace

Show me that

Dancing, smiling

Goofy girl

That classic beauty

My dear departed friend

Josh Sleeper fell in love with

And couldn't live without

I saw him hanging 

In her conscience

As she spiraled out

And prayed for days

When she could

Walk and talk and laugh

Through fields of flowers

At peace again

With him

How could one deranged

On a whim

Suffocate 

Such an amazing spirit

As that funny girl

Full of life

We once knew

That brazen fearless woman

She grew up to be

I want her here now

She should be dancing

Right here beside me

Her brilliant smile

Warming those around

I remember her shining essence

And long for the grace of her presence

So show me a picture of Christiana

And I'll show you

Stolen grace

Show me that

Dancing, smiling

Goofy girl

That classic beauty

I remember her shining essence

And long for the grace of her presence

Show me a picture of Christiana

I'll show you

Stolen grace

In loving memory of Christiana Melusine Fesmire, taken too soon from this life, but always in our hearts.

© A. Bougie - June 2012
Photo Credit: KB Tindal

What's Liable, and Who's Able?

Here's to

Breathing new life

And not trying

To force breath

Back into

Failed attempts

To recapture

Lost breath

I ask for

Nothing less

Than your attention

For a few moments

Please

Do

Feel free

To leave

If you find

The need

To seek

Brighter pastures

You know

I enjoy this shade

And it suits me

So well

You cannot deny

I deserve

A reply

When I call

Down to you

You'll be through

Worrying

Til the time comes
That forces one
To start

Scurrying

For shelter

As you know

It could be

Storming soon

Brewing rainbows

Stack

To unleash

The crack

Of lightning

Thunder rolls

On into

A new morning

Giving hope

To survivors

Calling out

To find life

Aware

Of the incredible

Forces

Controlling One

Free as the see

Flows

Through me

Lord knows

What you do

To me

They all see

So don't we

Have a moment

To sit together

You know

Sometimes I wish

We could both

Make one moment

Last forever

As you always know

It's because

We take

The time

That we so find

The treasure

So that we can

Enjoy it

Together

Always

And forever

I'll remember

The time we've spent

Together

Never mind

Weather

We can

Make it work

Well

Or better

Than indeed

It has been

For most folks

Working at things

Forgetting about

What they know

To be true

Why

Don't you

Look ever so

Stunning

In the

Evening light

Just thought

You might

Take a chance

Though you might

Lose your pants

Keep your hands

As your own

And you won't ever

Be alone

Again I tell you

I am

Here with you

Unless you want

To be alone

But I swear

I see the light

From your eyes

Weaving a rainbow

Halo

Around the moons

And don't you see

Those goons

Make me giggle

They can't really

Actually

Play the fiddle

Because they can't

Truly grasp

All those invisible

(Silver Strings)

Connecting

The linings

Underneath

The seams

Of that faulty old

Instrument

They can't handle

The strength

To dismantle

All these parts

Once thought broken

Were only left waiting

For salvage

So come now

Here's your chance

To enhance

And grant

Me one wish

Please-

Don't bother me with

Questions

About what you

Have missed

Just please

Enjoy

Your gift

© 6/22/2008

(Image not by A.Bougie)