Unspoken Word For You

"Unspoken Word For You"

Your unspoken word talks to me.

I write in unspoken words.

For all the world to hear.

Read and listen to.

This is done by the magic of my computer.

A computer of my mind's imagination's print.

Like a fantasia of unregulated sounds.

Magical thinking makes magical writing.

I feel the pleasing thrill it gives to me.

Can't describe this feeling in words.

Only expressed by writing these unspoken words.

The only thing more pleasing is the love you give.

You also take the love you give which makes me love more.

Love you Andrea, now and forever.

No writing or words can vocalize my love.

The thoughts float in the invisible air above.

Love- Jonathan Billet

- 04.08.2015

Love What You Got

          "Love What You Got"

Suddenly, I'm both happy and sad.

Tends to drive one mad.

But they should be glad.

For the mad are sad.

We should love all we had.

That's life, which isn't at all bad.

If you add it up.

It won't go low.

So take life slow.

Don't rush to go below.

Love what you got.

It's alot.

By Jonathan Billet

April 8, 2015        

Oh Brother!

                               "Oh Brother!"

Oh brother!

I wish I could give it all to you.

Everything I own or have ever known.

The love always shown and grown.

For this day that I share with you has no length or width.

Only a higher height that can't be seen by sight.

A dark night will lead to a new light's dawn.

A moving morning may follow us to a new day.

Nothing is heavy enough to weigh.

It's what I do and not what I say.

By Jon Billet 

April 8th, 2015

Open Your Door

                           "Open Your Door"

Head bangers.

Door Knockers.

Head banging door knockers.

Glasses of Molasses.

Fifty cent pieces of asses.

Woman, let your pants down all around my town.

The wonderful magic has no sound.

A highball caught on a rebound.

So wave your wand right over the head.

Let's dance in the dark, and go to my bed.

Everything speaks for what was just said.

By Jonathan Billet  

April 8th, 2015        

Heart Hearth's Heat

"Heart Hearth's Heat"

I write in my dreams.

My poetry speaks for itself.

Dreams are alive to me.

My dreams are locked in your heart.

Dancing in a rain storm.

Taking my rain shower.

My minutes take up many an hour.

Eternity last for a second.

Infinity is always forever.

Never is forever a never.

A null set in the cosmos.

Empty dead space.

It is invisible.

Except in the shadows of mimes' performances.

In the key of C.

Sea of tea.

A you of me.

Who is we?

We is us.

Inky black and green octopus.

Driving a psychedelic autobus. 

It flies in the invisibility of air.

By Anonymous Bosch alias J. Billet's-

April Lucky Seven- 2015

A Sun Arising

              "A Sun Arising"

Waiting on a starlit sea.

The blue moon.

Twisted sugar in my lemon tea.

Waves rock me back and forth while dreaming.

The foam covers my body.

While your love sends me to places I will never get to.

No matter how far I may choose to travel.

I will always end up in the same place.

Here, there, and everywhere.

Nowhere to mention.

All places to be.

Nothing that one can see.

She lives by the sea right next to me.

Life is for free, not meant for slavery.

Proverbial pronoun that she is.

An adversarial adjective.

Sent in a letter through the mail.

She will never arrive there.

Although, always close to me.

By Jonathan Billet..--04.07.2015        

Sound

 "Sound"

Helium and platinum scream.

Like a thick shaving cream.

It is what it may seem.

A reality's fantasia.

Said what they will say.

Waiting for the new day.

In lights' nights.

Orange moon's and true Junes.

All the singing tunes.

You have sung.

With a golden lung.

Totally left undone.

Unsung on your melodies', ringing, tongue.

By Jonathan Billet-03/29/015