More valued than gold, more precious than life,
Is the love that lifts me up higher than high.
We’re partners in all, yet I’m so free to be me,
I am better than I thought I ever could be.

The love of my life is so giving and kind,
But we give back to each other as though by design.
The love in our hearts will never run dry,
For it flows to each other from an endless supply.

The foundation is honesty and to ourselves being true,
And freely sharing love to revive and renew.
A life of togetherness that’s so rare and unheard,
Is a gift from above granted from His sacred word.

I know in my soul I shall treasure her always,
For what people call love is relatively just small ways.
The heartache and tears made me aware what I missed,
The pain from bad choices gave way to true bliss!

Another Year ...
...... comes to its close!
A lot achieved - some good, some bad.
A string of memories left behind,
some happy, some sad!

A path we chose, a journey travelled.
A destination - some met, some await.....
A new year dawns...
A new begining of unspoken dreams....
and of whats in our fate?

A list of resolutions yet to be tackled,
Things that we'd like to obtain
New distances to be covered,
Hurdles to cross & blows to sustain.

Each day is a calling...
to come forth & live,
to live life to the fullest,
to love & forgive.

Let's claim each day with confidence & zest
Live each moment to our very best!

Happy New Year TWO THOUSAND & NINE

-Venita Pereira

Tuesday: I have known someone like that.... common ending too.

I sure miss my harem (j/k there).

Fresh fallen snow covers the trail of footsteps,
Leading from the church to the gallows.
One day removed from justice’ travesty,
Nature’s course lays a blanket of forgiveness.

Perhaps healing is nature’s purpose,
Else time should stop dead cold,
When evil men commit the most heinous crimes,
And saintly men do worse.

Yesterday was not just the end of one,
But the innocence of the all was tried and hung.
Mayhem conquered virtue, and corruption overtook reason.
Where a display of dissent confessed guilt by association.

Today, the gavel lays silent,
And peace replaces strife.
The world turned upside down is set upright again,
And time marches on.

I have fought the good fight,
With all I have,
With all I am.
I think back on all the victories.
Those glorious battles where,
I was the victor.
Gather up all the medals!
Let me gaze upon the glory,
Before I go down.

My spirit is worn,
And I seek the final rest.
I have nothing left,
And the enemy is at the door.
Soon I shall feel the sting on my neck,
And my final breath shall escape me.

Where I go many men have gone before,
And my victor shall gaze upon his future,
As he looks down on me.

I have done all I can do,
I have nothing more to give.

I’m waiting for you, holding on with faith,
That you will be here just as you said.
People say I am foolish for falling in love,
Wondering what is wrong with my head.

But I know because I peered into your heart,
And I know that you would be here today,
If not for your life you find yourself in.
Changes are just a leap of faith away.

The glue just dried on my reconstructed heart,
Imperfect with chips and cracks evident.
But it’s my best that I have to give you,
And I know it is not too opulent.

But I know that things will be alright,
Perfection is not what you or I do seek.
All things become beautiful in love,
Mysteriously things are not so bleak.

My eyes have opened to this amazing truth,
Judge not mistakes and sins, instead,
The past does not define who we are,
But it prepares us for the road ahead.

Nothing makes a person richer,
Than having many a true friend.
They celebrate your victories,
And stay with you ‘til the end.

Compared with friends, the things you own,
Hold no real measure of value.
They come and go, gone and replaced,
They do nothing to see you through.

But a friend so true will gather near,
Through good times and the bad.
But one who leaves in your time of need,
Is a friend you never had.

Always give the gift of kindness,
Be a friend to have one too.
And count your riches friend by friend,
These blessings are gifted to you.

BCJ, 1 Oct 2008

Happy birthday, my dear twin,
Where ever you may be.
Wasn’t this suppose to be the year,
You were going to celebrate it with me?

Two and forty years ago,
Our lives were set in motion.
We came together for a time,
But now are separated by an ocean.

Twins can feel as though the other,
Each pain and joy and tear.
But now that we’ve been separated,
I can barely breathe, I fear.

My soul shall never rest again,
Forever hungry, craving that satisfaction,
Of knowing the taste of true love’s kiss.

For many years, my soul doth slept,
In a numbed hibernation.
I gave away my heart, love filled,
Returned empty in frustration.

Acceptance of the status quo,
Believing that was all love was to be,
Survival brought restlessness to my soul,
Stirrings from slumber within me.

Opening my eyes, I saw a little lost butterfly,
Who led me to a silver brook,
Reflections showing not who I am,
But what I was about to be.

Like the butterfly who shed her cocoon,
I was ready for the new life ahead of me.
But the lost butterfly would fly on ahead,
In search of her own fulfilled dreams.

Eyes wide open, fate brought love to me,
My soul was filled with life.
Traveling a difficult road to get there,
I knew it was worth the strife.

A dream come true, it was true love’s kiss,
A life of never-ending bliss,
Until she called it quits and went home.

Remembering the sweet taste on my lips,
And the touch of true love on my soul,
I shall not be satisfied until I taste again.

BCJ - 9/22/08

On the other side of this curtain,
Are things I am not certain,
But time will provide me the clue.

Fate leaves me confused.
Does it make you amused,
That I’m wondering what I should do?

I try hard to believe,
Though some call me naïve,
That I have put my faith in you.

Shall I rein in my heart,
Because we are apart?
You have never shared in my milieu.

How long must I wait?
Why do you hesitate,
Or is it time for me to bid you adieux?

-BCJ, 20 June 2008

Rubbing the tear-streaked pane,
I peer through the window clearly,
The landscape beckoning me to leave my fortress.

I returned embattled just yesterday,
Injured by my most trusted ally,
Wounds still fresh keeping me from pondering denial.

Temptation urges me to bolt the shutters,
And remain within safe towers,
To shed concern over the next friend-turned-foe.

But Seclusion was not the purpose,
For which I have been sanctioned,
And to do so would render my victories for naught.

Three years I have been on this quest,
In search of True Love's prize,
But today I struggle to believe in its existence.

I honored my duty and began my watch,
Staring through these clouded portals,
Observing a figure approaching the gates.

In the distance it sounded like singing,
I strained to hear her tones so sweet,
Until she drew nearer and her words captivated me.

Listening to her song,
I realized she was singing to me,
Proclaiming True Love's arrival draws near.

Acceptance of her message,
Was slow on my weary heart,
But I listened until I surrendered my doubts.

Alas! Life began to fill my soul,
And my heart accompanied Love's song,
Giving healing to my wounds and courage to seek Love's source.

Wandering through the gates,
Love was waiting there for to meet,
Where I saw your beauty and took your hands in mine.

Love surrounded us and filled us with its song,
"Your hearts are the prize of the quests made together,
Life comes from love, and love is forever."



-BCJ, 30 May 2008