Thursday, 27 September 2012


You are the star that watches over me
You are the wind that whispers my name
As I close my eyes I’ll dream of you
The night we met the fireworks and you

As perfect life is with you, still there is fear
Fear of being hurt and confused of the feelings inside
Knowing everything said and done is at great risk
Fear of giving one’s all and not knowing what the future holds
Fear of truth, fear of love…..
Fear of giving my all to be lost in you

My nights are a bit warmer as if you were next to me
Each vibration felt a touch from you
Each thought of an urge constantly recalls memories of you
Hope is my daily bread as I wish you feel the same

Each time the day passes by I think of you
A new day brings change, for better or worse
My true love, that one in a million experience
My heart falls, falls in a pit waiting to be picked up by you
Rescued by your hands and taken into fairy land

Copyright J.R. Thomas


Wednesday, 26 September 2012

My Boss' Wife

Just thinking out loud-
 of how much I am proud,
To have found you among the crowd
And how your smile mooned the room
Every one became stars around you
Moving closing to sun to burn in doom
That’s how hot my inside felt, my outside had dew
True the sight was not my first-
but tonight’s quenched my thirst,
Knowing this sign meant yes,
Oh you must bee the best
Honey-making queen of your hive
Having everyone working to keep you alive
I must say I missed you though
For a second there I thought you were gone
You look sparkling tonight in white,
I love you my darling, hmm amm
Sorry Mrs Jones
Just thinking out loud.

Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas


What You Mean to Me...

The ghost that hold hands in the dark -
and angel that plays and sing with my heart
You’ve been my mysterious companion-
my savior from the very start

You breathed some of the smoke for me-
so much that your gown is grey
Pain and strife you’ve taken from me-
stealing to win this game we play

I wish I could match your prowess-
as you capture many a soul
Not even wanting to cheat when you do-
but its better you are lost in me than I’m lost from you

Sway away today I may-
for human I am
Loving you-
I do
For this is what you mean to me
Sweet poetry my lover my friend
What you mean to me
Has no end
             Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas


Monday, 24 September 2012

Desires of A Licentious Soul

Liquorice is thy tongue
 as sweet bubble gum
Just as she told me last,
when she held me last
At the room next to class,
wearing a frown for a mask
Overcoming her needs was great indeed,
oh what a wondrous task
All are not as they seem be conscious of the one who stares

As light hit my newly opened eyes, I remember the day
Her face seem shiny, sparkling eve, her skirt began too sway
Softly her hands met cheek of mine,
 lips introduced, eyes could only pray
Legs glisten with a potent glow,
those hands, my back, knees give way
Temperature rises just as spring seasons and clothes go there way
No … Stop … No … Ooo…
From black to white no fade

Copyright J.R. Thomas


And When the End Comes

And when the end comes and the wounds have healed
Back into my skin you came digging again
Like a magician with powers trapped in steel
Devouring the comfort I’ve creating, you wrecking train

The days of unrelenting and dreaming
Has come and gone
Wishing for your acceptance, fellow feeling
The days of undying love

So change you cannot was the words you stoned me with
Let us see who will be missing now
Wanting now more, battling guilt
The wrongs we shared but I won’t allow myself to do the same
I don’t know why you are back and if now you smell the rain
And remember your role as a dame
And when the end comes and the wounds have healed
Back into my skin you came digging again


After The Rains Came

I’m oozing now I cant stop

Come live by me or close in that tree top

Or by my shore like flowers bloom

Before I’m dry again soon

Feel my running waters glide along the rocks

I will soon get them smooth or leave them with cracks

I’ll green you and oh how I love

To give you my name and feed you dove

Soar down by my springs, delight in my flory

Stay awhile and fill up no rush no hurry

And if go you must come back soon

Bring your little ones and friends too

Sit by me and spread out there is room

Sing to me, in your own voice, a tweet coo

There are little wiggles here just by the banks

I hope you enjoy it, no need to say thanks

So its a date the then tomorrow before dawn

I hope you will try, I have waited too long

For a reason to flow down this path again

I’m yours now please don’t be too long

Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas



Haters gonna Hate

They see me strolling, they hating


Friday, 21 September 2012

One Two Three

One to Go

One to go
Hell rains then snows
Dawn soon comes
Heart numbs
One to go

Two boxes
One closed one open
Two gifts you chosen
With you they’ve risen
Sweet memories given
Two boxes

Three wishes
For one gone to sleep well
For two boxes forever swell
For three wishes to never tell
Three wishes


Thursday, 20 September 2012

Sometimes I Stare

Sometimes I look out the window
Just to see what’s out there,
Another want to be killer
Or a blue sky so clear

I stared out the window the window of an old corolla
A clean taxicab I let myself into
Out into the world below

I this young baby, not past six
Walking the streets alone, little stones he kicks
On his way home
And as glance pass into his surroundings
About the lushness above his dome
I think of the children we may, maybe just two
And the life we’ll help them with and a place to roam
All this happens sometimes as I stare

I stared through framed lenses of designer fame

a new pair I protect from the rain

as I journey ahead

I this young lady, not past twenty six

hustling home alone, after busy day of classes

another day of forever dreaming

I reminisce of his tricks,

Understanding very little of this other sex

Often confused of what’s next

And the life I’ll help him with and a place to roam
All this happens sometimes as I stare

Sometimes I stare

Outside my window,

this world I’ve trapped myself in

at a world I place on these faces I dim

Hoping only for one day,

When I’ll be the confusion she protects,

The father of her pair of wonderlings,

The object of inspired stare.


Wonderland Native

A fool plays games in his own mind
For he’ll forever win to lose

Lose his grip on time
His ability to care
Focus on life

He could plan forever a perfect plot
To land himself a wishful spot
In the heart of an angel

But the angel will never fly if she never grows wings
And she’ll never be able to give him beautiful things
Living in his thoughts, there swimming up and down

So if he has to run with this angel
Let her be a thing of this world
His one and only, his perfect girl


Tuesday, 18 September 2012

The Patches on a Football

I’m no good when stripped off

I make the surface so appealing
I am old school even though I’ve changed
I’ve only done it so new ones can like me

I’m no good when stripped off
For from the first time you saw me you only wanted to play
Nothing really serious, but just so everyone could see
And have fun doing it, you knew I was good for one thing
I make the surface so appealing

I am old school even though I’ve changed
From perfect shapes, evenly placed
To flashy styles, matching the trends
Keeping up to the time, not that I’m not good as me
I’ve only done it so new ones can like me


Monday, 17 September 2012





Glistening Legs

May I have a seat here?
Beside you my dear,
How you doing?

My name is Jay,
And this here is May my guitar, I’m learning to play
Where are you from or where do you stay?
Cause from the glow you exhume
You don’t belong to this tomb

She smiles, happy smiles
Stops and resumes
Glad to have a rest
Her day hasn’t been the best
And she embraces with warm words
Cuts thorns away with swords

And now her glistening legs become something new
They have a name for they are a part of you
And my focus is no longer held by the lust of you
My undressing brown mirrors like this new


Dare To Dream

I often dream of you
     with wings on clouds up high
In skies where only your streak is left un-blue
     on sweet-silver winds you fly
And at days end after all into my arms you fall
     When dreams come true

You often sit and stare as you soar
     with such wanting I stay firmly in place
Through waters falling on cheeks of a sunny day
     as a deep longing slows down thy heart’s race
And as you see my smiles fall on any day you save me from my all
     When dreams come true

by J.R. Thomas 0946 hours ( -5 GMT )
Copyright May 27, 2008


Re: Help

From every loss there is great gain
You must find strength for this pain
With all things there has an end
Time’s now for extra love to your friend
And whatever you do never let go
Never let go of the good times had
Soothing you when you were mad
Memories of friendship forever glad
Never let go of the good times had
Today the fourteenth  of August
Promise never to rust
Cry and be sad if you must
But rejoice that the misery of your friend will not last
For with every end there is a beginning
Something new will start
Don’t turn off your eyes and blind your heart







I simply want to go back
and inhale freedom’s aroma
walk down those crooked paths 
and see the sun while it sets or rises
I simply want go back, be it for a week, a mont 
of for my entire life 
whatever I seek 
must be there 
awaiting for me 
I do need to go and get it.


Friday, 14 September 2012

This Winter's Night

You held me tonight
Warm with every word
gripping grasping
Held me close you did
with every word

Not new words
I’ve been listening
For a longtime

Every word
breathed thru me
Ushering in fresh life
As if I never lived before

So this winter’s night I survived the chill
For you held me tonight and loved me still




literally looks like the edge of the earth

How do you know, you’ve never seen the edge of the earth!


Wednesday, 12 September 2012


With all flying days, change moves everythings
 Lives are turned, and sometimes away run our wings
 Dream still my love, for a dream fulfilled is pure bliss
 So I’ll dream of you, every motion, notion, passion, kiss


Tuesday, 11 September 2012



I just need
6 oz. to live  
to keep on breathing
the air I’ve been given
to keep hanging ‘til the end 

even if light walks away
even if your company
decides not to stay
the liquid I’m drinking
kills the thirst my heart’s feeling
it sets the sun to rise again 


Just A Chest Ache

Cloud covered soul

waiting on silver to take hold

adrift in longings

many pains carrying

Raining on my thoughts

simple ones

whose expression language sparks

a confusion of remarks

Wishing of sharing

caring daring lovely things

roses kisses wines gems

everything missing

To fill a hole in a dream


Doom Filled Eyes

Today we sigh long
For tomorrow the skies fall
Hitting us to ground
Seemingly not making sounds
And away in tears we drown

(C) J.R. Thomas
March 25, 2008


Midtown Cloud


“I snapped this from the window seat as my plane was approaching LaGuardia Airport. The cloud is over Manhattan, while Brooklyn and Queens are visibile in the foreground, separated by Newtown Creek.”

Captured by Jeff Weston



Stories often told
Of days when Rain shone
Our sorrow saw no end
Riveting horrors as screams chime

Gloom left flowers Grey
Rising tides kept prisoners still
Afternoon crept home carrying an eerie chill
Powerful greed met great evil at play
Easing calm however laid plan
So yet again yearning for good to land


Sunday, 9 September 2012

A Fool's Paradise

I am alone in myself
Alone in a world filled
With headaches and pains
Waiting for love
Searching for happiness
Alone I thought until you came
Yes, I remember the day
I remember you though strange at first
Filled with secrets and mysteries
The intensity of it all
Grew with each pressing day
So many questions, yet not a spoken word

Alone I thought until you spoke
Not with words falling off your golden tongue
But with the most majestic smile
With the most captivating gaze
From eyes that beckon me to take you
One opportunity I would leap out
But I remain hesitant, cramped in posture
Bound by chains of uncertainty

Alone I still wait
To hold you, to squeeze you
Yes, I won’t
Pondering what to say, to do
How to get
Licentious acts flutter through my mind
With blazing gaze and subdued persona
To hear those words to cease the moment
I’ll be forever a fool in a paradise

Copyright J.R. Thomas


A Coat of Banter

Your tree limbs have been good friends with time
Stretched over the watery deep
Surrounded by decay, as snow fell in the wintery-times
The earth seemed jaded slow brown in its creep
Up to your strong roots as if dependent
On your overwhelming determination
Not to give up, every minute spent
Giving love whether true, tainted or infatuation
You are a Marvel of creation

The snow’s cold stayed a bit from you
Respecting your perseverance
At times I dream clearly of you
Happy, helpful, caring, steeped in your vigilance
As if you have to do all these things
A ransom you pay for the extra time you’ve spent
Adorning yourself in life’s frills
Giving your all in everything, laying patient
You are a Marvel of creation

In celebration of your days we all came
Flowing in from life’s treacherous chill we resign
Our hearts smiling as we bask in fame
Cause you are of no ordinary design
This rough life seems only to blossom
Your flowerless tree branches
Grasping why we cannot begin to fathom
Giving you new reasons to peer into these trenches
Changing our lives with warmth, if that alone
You are a Marvel of Creation

                                        Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas


Saturday, 8 September 2012

Moistured Glass

Met in the dead of the night

Alive only by her flashing lights

Oh, and made to wait

Oh, gladly travelled, worthy bumpy ride

So beautiful inside

A step closer in faith

A step closer to fate

Mis-steps and double backs

Check ins and coffee shops

Maseratis and wifi hotspots

Hables ingles y solo negro

Minority seemed so evident

Evidence of a love forgotten

A similarity whose taste to be

Lovingly acquired

Waters away

Arriving to a new day

A life away

What does one do with hours

Three hours alone on a ride to a new moon

A new flavoured moon

Three news today

On a ticket worth more

Than its three months


Wednesday, 5 September 2012

All The Ifs Wont Bring You Home

If I, if I, if I, if I, could I would
but all the ifs in the world wont bring you home

If I hadn’t made you believe all the tings I said
the lies and the truth
The lies that broke your heart
and the truths that convinced you I’d change

If I hadn’t shown them others the love
I promised was your own
Gaming these girls not seeing
I was the only one in the ring
And then showed you all the reasons
why you’d loved me before
Not changing at all
If I, if I, if I, if I, could I would
but all the ifs in the world wont bring you home

Now you ask around for someone real
to fill the void left inside
To treat you with respect at all times not one
being there for you and know how to feel
If I wasn’t lost in myself thinking
I had to prove I was the man
Baby you were all the proof I needed
a diamond you are, I only saw the rough
Inattentive to thoughts that screamed
thru the piercing eyes that stared while we bang
You thought holding me close and it was
all I needed, if I’d seen it was enough
If I, if I, if I, if I, could I would
but all the ifs in the world wont bring you home

                                  Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas


Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Please do not ignore God whispering to you.

HuffPost Highlights: The Talk (via huffingtonpost)



Holy Sh*t Marriage Proposal of the Day: Crazy Russian Alexey Bykov wanted his girlfriend ”to realize how life would have no meaning without me.” 

So the 30-year-old hired a movie director, stuntmen, make-up artists, and a script writer to stage a car crash in which he “died.” 

Naturally, Irena Kolokov lost it when she saw the carnage:

We’d arranged to meet at a certain place but when I arrived there were mangled cars everywhere, ambulances, smoke, and carnage. Then when I saw Alexy covered in blood lying in the road. A paramedic told me he was dead and I just broke down in tears.

But that was the moment Bykov had been waiting for — the dead man jumped to his feet and proposed. 

“I was so cross I almost killed him again, but for real this time,” Kolokov said. 

Fortunately for Bykov, she eventually forgave him and the couple were married last week. 

“I think it worked  but I promise it’s the last time,” he said. 


And she married him? 


Can You See Us

Can’t we just hold hands
Two is always better than one
Lets struggle along I can’t wait
For them to strengthen their faith
And act strong, For me, For you

I think they know what to do-
but they waiver in the winds
As if we did this ourselves-
kill ourselves committing sins
They heard us cry out before-
that’s how they knew to look
But they couldn’t see us-
beyond the torn flesh we possess
Judging us from this ugly cover-
not reading the pages of our book

Cant we just hold hands-
and show them our prowess
Two is always better than one-
we’ll stumble on and progress
Lets struggle along I can’t wait-
build towers of power we must
For them to strengthen their faith-
believing that they actually stand
And act strong, For me, For you-
then they’ll see us, I trust

                            Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas



Monday, 3 September 2012

You There

When did you find yourself
Amidst this this rubble of fallacy
Do you remember how old you were
Were you younger then about twelve

This feeling of eagerness did it consume you too
Did you play a lot and loved  when it rained
So you could get lost in the showers relief
Tricked no more by parents of how Santa was true

Was it later on down the road
After the first time you felt your heart explode
Those lies got you good didn’t they
And so you learned to forgive the little toad

Crying out loud did you do that a lot
When everything else failed
Did you scream out and weep
Alone in a faraway parking lot

The special one did she help much
To figure out why it didn’t hurt
When you cut yourself with glass
And lied with your eyes and every touch

I want to know I’m wondering still
How come I haven’t found fortune
But only lie about all these trills
Tell me soon before I take this pill

                                 Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas


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