James A. Jensen - The stream of life (1935)

James A. Jensen - The stream of life (1935)

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James A. Jensen - The stream of life (1935)


~Summer 1905~


She walked down to the water and washed her face
Squashed her ache, lost her faith from the cost of age
Why would she ever tell? She’s meant to be quiet
Empty inside, the river still feels alive for this riot
Mighty she thought, her face erased from this hell hole
A sold soul that might as well go to where they sell goals
Heavenly she said and plunged in the river with ease
I’ll play with God, Grandpa n Grandma living as I please
She drifted slowly down the stream as the moon watched
The man in the moon smiled towards her consumed lust
Whispered and said you’re welcome there’s room with us
A day later a red flower in the dessert bloomed in dust
Fumes of us remains revitalized, idols cry but why?
Mother, carry the children of abuse or at least please try
Release the skies, let go of the shell of this child
Mellow and nice, earth still holds the hell of this child



~Winter 1955~


The late winter came and he saved his breathe n wished
He had a quest to get kissed but was dismissed n ditched
He dished a glance on the ice n said man that looks nice
Once he read a book twice about a stream that took lives
A tear rolled down his cheek as he was holding his air
Filled with hate standing by the gates loaded with prayers
The stream engulfed his remains as the sun looked
Stunned, shook his family took the news by the brook
The police said it went fast and he felt roughly no pain
But they never knew the pain that buffered in his veins
That day a single dandelion climbed out the concrete
And that day the spring reminded of the spawned heat
In memory his family thought of the stream n planted a seed
A tree sprung out of the mud and demanded its needs
The water flows still and memories still last from the stream
Filled with dreams about change all memories remains



~Summer 2005~


He carved a heart in the tree right by the silent shore
The initials O and B. inside the heart of the pine’s core
It was love at first sight and he picked a rose out the dust
He blew the rust from the knife and said I know bout the crush
Does she love me or not? And he picked the last petal
It came to a not and he slowly twisted the metal…
Around his own wrist and quickly the water turned red
Close to the boarder to death the order burned n fled
Mercy my soul he said and ripped up his white shirt
He covered his arm with the fabric n said life might hurt
But if importance is nothing, Why should I fight first?
This is the last dance that I give away free, I’ll never flee
The stream smiled n said misery is hell n I’ve thought well
Life aren’t that bad it’s only mankind that brought hell
From that single second the sun smiled and just shone
The boy walked away and never tried to condone