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"Everlasting Obstacle"
Time.
An infinite barrier.
Days.
Hours.
Minutes.
Go by.
Endless.
A cycle.
Continuous.
Life.
Death.
Hunger.
Sorrow.
Goes by.
Reoccurring.
Without end.
Problems.
Happiness.
Goes by.
Without a trace.
A mere obstacle.
Time.
It stops many.
Life taken for granted.
In one moment.
Your time can end.
Stop.
Look at it all.
If no one stops.
In one breath.
It can disappear.
Suns set.
Moons shine.
In twenty-four hours.
Of endless time.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 04/22/91

"The Dying Rose"
Born as a symbol of beauty.
Radiant.
Energetic.
Like a fresh, red rose bud in the brink of spring.
Growing into youth.
Still a fresh smile.
Yet, something has changed.
Several years go by.
Change more significant.
A symbol of all happiness, slowly disappearing.
The world’s problems deteriorate this innocent mind.
She is worn a little, drawn back.
As years go by she becomes worse.
Like a dying rose.
Losing color.
Losing touch.
Lost like many others in a world of fear.
Darkness.
Reaching out.
But no ones there.
She becomes frail to life.
Hope lessens.
Her body weakens.
Her mind insane.
Once a symbol of beauty, now non-existent.
Feelings are gone.
She has closed her eyes.
This beautiful red rose has died.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 08/05/91

"Cry To Nowhere"
Screaming for help.
No one listens.
Her eyes blinded with pain.
This innocent mind, polluted with fright.
A tear rolls down her soft cheek.
Why can't anyone hear?
Staring in disbelief.
Her loved ones don't look twice.
Confrontations ignored.
This young girl.
Trapped.
Nowhere to turn.
No one to talk to.
Crying to nowhere.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 10/13/91

“The Individual"
Who said you're normal?
Who said I'm insane?
All humans are separate individuals.
No one has the right to judge.
No one is like me.
Who is like you?
You are you.
We are all people.
Unique in every way.
Whoever said "normal" is the insane one.
For he cannot see past the solidarity created by us.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 01/01/92

“Cosmic Dust”
I gaze about the fire that burns so bright.
I gaze up at the stars that penetrate the night.
Life and nature draw me into the sun.
While those surrounding me, continue their tasks undone.
The gravitational pull keeps my feet to the ground.
Though my mind soars throughout this universe,
and the planets that surround.
Hours, days, and minutes travel fast.
As I continue to move and run from my past.
The race against time, the sprint against life.
Pushing my heart until it eventually dies.
Hearts may die and ashes may fall.
Though the cosmic energy overcomes all.
Mother Earth, I do love you so.
As I send my thoughts into your planetary flow.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 12/05/01

“Noxious Siege”
As I walk through trees along Central Park.
I notice a small creature peering at me from the dark.
The sun is slowly beginning to set.
As he waits and watches to where I head.
Demon of the day, awaiting the night.
Creature who fears the sun and morning light.
My blood flows fast as my pace increases.
His fangs protrude as he searches my weakness.
Strong and evil, his eyes stone cold.
Shall I approach him and be so bold?
His eyes begin to glow as the night turns black.
I can feel him creeping out, as the hairs rise on my back.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
This vampire prepares to take me alive.
I turn around to witness his starvation.
I walk towards him, feeling temptation.
This powerful creature approaches my lips.
As I forget myself and allow him a kiss.
He kisses me hard and sinks to my neck.
I feel my blood flow out as my eyes wept.
He pulls me in, close and tight.
As his dark beauty, takes hold of my life.
I feel my heart, as it falls into slumber.
My body goes limp, as my mind gets number.
My death arrives as daylight awaits.
The creature of the night begins to pull away.
As he crawls back into his lonely hide.
I let my body fall, and close my eyes.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 12/05/01

“Fragile Heart“
People see me and look the other way.
They think I don’t feel or experience my day.
They talk about me like I am not there.
They talk about me and have no care.
I may not be able to speak in voice.
Life did not offer me that choice.
Though I am yelling! Can’t you hear?!
I use my eyes and use my tears.
I feel, I touch, I bleed.
I laugh, I cry, I need.
Open your eyes! Can’t you see?
I am aware, I am a human in need.
In need of love.
In need of light.
In need of care.
In need of sight.
I am a human in need.
I open my heart to you...can you feel it bleed?
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 06/13/02

“Earth’s Elements”
I look into the sky to see malice grey.
The clouds begin to roll in, on what was a beautiful day.
The thunder begins to roar, as a lion in hunger.
The lightning strikes to the ground, to travel under.
Mother Nature yells in anger and fear.
Please take care of me, please hold me dear!
You rape my soul.
You poison my skin.
You destroy my growth.
You end what I begin.
You go through your life, assuming I will provide.
Yet you are killing me...I am going to die.
Look around you.
Listen to your heart.
I am your Mother, Nature.
I am with you, not apart.
Stop fighting me and denying that I’m here.
I do not want to yell, or cause you fear.
I am here to grow with you and show you light.
I am here to warm your day and cool your night.
I am here to give you the beauty of life.
The beauty of life, is what I give.
Please...stop destroying me.
Allow me to live.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 06/27/02

“For, Jason”
Hello my brother, how have you been?
Are enjoying the other side...is it truly a heaven?
I ask this because I miss you so.
I don’t understand why God needed you to go.
I wish I could sit with you and tell you my fears.
I wish we could go out together and truly be near.
I feel vacant and empty inside.
I need you here, to be a part of my life.
To be a part of the physical world, you see.
To see Mom and Dad, and be with the family.
To experience the feelings of the sunlight above.
To experience my devotion for you, and all of my love.
To experience and share the bond of twins.
The bond we were born with, the tie within.
These are my words to you.
I’m sorry to be sad, but they are true.
I miss you brother.
I want you here.
I want you by my side.
I want to hear.
To hear your thoughts and impressions.
To hear your laughter and see your expressions.
Am I asking too much?
Am I wrong?
Wrong for questioning God?
Wrong for continuing on?
I’m sorry for missing you so much.
I’m sorry for wishing you could feel the lives that I touch.
I just love you with all of my heart.
I guess my physical side, feels you’re apart.
Though you are in my thoughts.
In my soul.
In my life.
Helping me grow.
I do thank you for your guidance and love.
I thank you for your light from above.
Thank you for being you.
For being my brother...being true.
I guess it’s time for me to say goodnight.
Maybe I’ll see you in a dream or an illusionary flight.
I love you brother.
I’ll see you soon.
Until then...know I’ll be thinking of you.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 07/09/02

“Oak Tree”
Colors of beige and brown, expand into earth.
Arms reach out, as angels’ wings extend to heaven.
Directions vary in obscurity.
Growing into one, and then another.
Buds rising.
Emerging into radiant yellow, plush green, red of fire.
Leaves sway...
hanging on by one, slight thread.
Delicate, secure.
Bathing in the afternoon sun.
Advancing toward a breeze, as dancer approaches stage.
Gracefully, peacefully.
Sediment travels throughout.
Furnishing life.
Existing life.
Fulfilling, breathing, growing...
into soil and nutrient, below…
into bark and branch, above.
Existing, in the sun.
The Oak tree stands.
Tall.
Solitary.
Luminous.
One.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 09/17/02

“Gentle Illusion”
I saw you in a dream last night.
Peaceful.
Ambrosial.
Staring into my soul.
Eyes, dark as night.
Heart, warm and inviting.
On a cold winters day.
I saw you in a dream last night.
We were lovers, more than friends.
We took into the stars and truly began.
Opening...
We were in a room.
Colors of amber surround.
Lucid imagery envelops...you and I.
Sun embracing…us.
Sky opens, as our minds.
Staring into one, staring into the other.
Beyond the deep recess of each other.
Emotions.
Explosions.
In my minds eye.
I saw you in a dream last night.
Paradox of reality.
Obscure imagery.
Inside, of me.
Unspoken adore.
Forgotten memories...revive.
In my minds eye.
I saw you in a dream last night.
In my eternal light of illusion.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 10/18/02

“Stranger Directs”
“Did you ever think you’d become the victim?”
said the drunk bastard at the bar.
I smiled obliviously at what I was agreeing to write.
“Write it down!”
said the drunk bastard.
My pencil created foreign words on a clear, white page.
I looked down at the written words and then went back to my writing.
I listened to the melody of “Mellow Day” behind me.
I felt the foul energies of the drunken men surrounding my space.
Lust, sex, rape, fear, maybe even murder.
Instincts jagged.
Colors were of slate grey and black smoke.
I turned back to the page where I wrote the drunk bastards comment.
I became those words, and swallowed my pride.
Suddenly, I realized I was...
I became the victim.
I felt trapped in my own shallow emotions.
So selfish I felt, as how humble I grew.
Me, a victim of raw emotion, lust, fantasy, illusion.
Delusions!
What the hell is wrong with me?!
I need to open my negligent eyes.
The drunk bastard began to babble and grunt again.
His eyes were blood shot and his words were incomprehensible.
He over indulged in bottles of Budweiser and shots of whiskey.
I could no longer communicate with the drunk bastard...
he was onto me.
This is when I decided to escape his presence,
unnoticed.
As his head turned to view the melancholy guitar player on stage,
I viewed my entry to exit.
I grabbed my pencil and paper.
I dove into the dark abyss of the night.
I drove as fast as light could travel.
I entered my street and parked amongst midnight shadows.
I walked cautiously to my temporary residence.
I opened my door.
I stepped into a room that I painted with my pretty illusions.
I lay my head onto cool, austere sheets.
I felt the lashes of my eyes shudder, as my lids begin to come together.
I am just about to find peace from a bizarre and dreadful evening.
Though my illusion of peace was no longer,
as my minds thoughts became concrete.
I closed my tired eyes and once again saw my fate,
as the words read in an old book...
DID YOU EVER THINK YOU’D BECOME THE VICTIM!
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 11/10/02

“Next Chapter”
Another year my dear.
Will the chaos become clear?
Can I stay the night?
Is everything going to be all right?
I ask you this because life is so uncertain.
I am awaiting the next curtain...
to open upon my stage.
To turn, yet another page.
To view the long and windy road.
To allow reality to bare itself, unfold.
Upon me...
please, gently.
No more pain.
Allow me to gain...
insight.
A soul’s flight.
An angel’s wing.
Upon my everything.
Fly throughout and travel.
Witness the paradox unravel.
Take me into star-filled dreams.
Let me see, the unseen.
Beyond human perspective.
Beyond the average elective.
Stimulate my intellect.
Indulge me with full-effect.
Arouse me.
Constantly.
Body, mind, and soul.
Penetration, growth.
Into this New Year.
Absent of fear.
Walk me into the light.
Adjust my wings for flight.
As I dive into the velvet curtain.
Knowing this life, is never certain.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 01/08/03

"No More"
On a cold, chilly evening, in December of the year.
An elderly woman awoke from her slumber, in a great state of fear.
She turned her head, to view the horror at her bedside.
She ducked below her sheets, an attempt to hide.
She realized there was no where to go.
When she hastily lowered her sheets, to view a dark glow.
The dark and mysterious figure stood before her.
She began to cry and weep, as her furry friend had a continuous purr.
Her eyes opened to view here fate.
The angel of death began to approach, as he does not wait.
Her time is up, her physical life is no longer.
She imagines her funeral, wondering who will mourn her.
She slowly sits up and feels her bones crackle.
She watches the entirety of her life, unravel.
Before her eyes.
The clock approaches midnight.
Death is waiting no more.
It is time to go through the next door.
The angel of death has a schedule to keep.
He does not care of the sun, moon, or physical sleep.
Her time on this plane has officially come to an end.
It's too late to catch-up on good-byes, or contact that long, lost friend.
No more sunshine, or wet rain.
No more pleasure, never again pain.
She looks up to view her destiny.
Realizing that life does not wait for her, for you, or for me.
She allows the darkness to take her hand.
She begins her journey to the next land.
She says good-bye to her worldly possessions.
She prays to her god, saying one last confession.
She follows her taker, into the long, dark corridor.
She leaves her earthly existence, she is no more.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 01/09/03

“In View”
As I sit.
I stare into the smoke-filled mirror.
Viewing grey clouds, changing shape.
Dancing.
A beautiful stranger walks into my direction.
He takes his seat on the alcohol-glazed wood.
Waits for the bartender, orders his poison.
He takes a sip of the dark and heavy concoction.
The song ‘People Are Strange’ echoes on the radio.
I imagine Jim...he’s in his leathers.
My eyes stare farther off into imagery.
The beautiful stranger looks over to observe me.
He slightly smiles, then begins to stare.
Into my eyes.
Into my soul.
Through my heart.
I can feel my blood flow...
I suddenly feel awkward.
Nude.
Though my clothing is heavy, to warm my frigid skin.
He continues to stare.
Looking through my door.
The door that I had closed tight.
Yet, somehow he can see.
I am bare to this beautiful stranger.
I feel my insides awake to movement.
Excitement.
Anxious.
Emotion.
Fear!
He does not speak, though he does to me.
Directly, without vocalization.
I began to feel uneasy, as my core is exposed.
My mask is off.
My soul is in view.
I begin to panic...

No one is allowed to see me!
No one has access to my hearts key!
Who I am is not your concern!
Beautiful stranger, please stop staring!
Leave and turn!
Look the other way!
I have no interest in your silent play!
My soul is not yours...
to see,
to touch,
to feel,
to...
No! Let me conceal!
Let me hide!
I do not want to be exposed...for fear my heart will die.
My mask is on.
My mask is real.
My insides are inside.
My soul I cannot feel.
Leave me be.
Leave me here.
Go on beautiful stranger, drink your whiskey.
Allow me to stay in my minds own fantasy.
I arise from my seat, taking one more swig.
The beautiful stranger sadly looks away from me.
I start to run outside of the door.
Destination unknown, no where near, only far!
I sprint into the deep shadows of the night.
I breathe the cool air as my lungs put up a fight.
I find a hideaway and crawl into a dark and small space.
I tuck my head into my knees, let my mind discover a new place.
I say good-bye to my frail and broken soul.
As I close my eyes and watch reality unfold.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 03/03/03

“Day of Remembrance”
Another year has passed.
More moments to eternally last.
A future that lies beyond.
A past to remember and move on.
Your day of birth and start of life.
Your day of celebration and soulful light.
I know you’ll receive gifts of physical adore.
You’ll have presents to engage in and fully explore.
Though, I thought I would give you something from my heart.
Something that you can take with you, wherever near or far.
Something for your soul to feel and your mind to remember.
Something you can think of through your life’s endeavors.
So here is my gift to you.
Through pen and paper, my words speak true.
You have shown me insight and given me depth.
You have shown me strength in times when I’ve wept.
You came to me as a friend and guided my soul.
You came through to my heart and have helped me grow.
You have engaged in my thoughts.
You have shown me support.
You have given me the light, of your inner beauty.
You have accepted myself, allowing me to be free.
You continually inspire me with your acts of adore.
I only look forward to discovering you that much more.
I thank you for being a part of my life, as well as those you touch.
I hope that my gift to you means as much.
Enjoy your celebration of birth and renewal of life.
For I know that your soul is rare and will continue to reach bountiful heights.
Happy Birthday...continue your journey afar.
Never change your heart and soul, please always remain who you are.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 04/08/03

“Warrior’s Path”
The peaceful warrior travels through the still night.
Echoes of small and indifferent creature’s sing into his auditory senses.
Colors of midnight blue and forest green cover his sight.
Taking hold of his vision.
His steps crease into the earth, leaving sculptures of his human presence.
He approaches a watery abyss in the center of the ground.
Falling leaves and raining liquids form a canvas within.
Circles form...geometrical in shape and soulful in perfection.
Shapes of the moon begin to stroll along, turning the canvas into a performance of dance.
Dancer approaches stage.
Views a sea of faces...
they almost seem like still life’s.
The faces begin to change in form, differing in expressions of adore.
The wooden structure called stage, lights up as a summer storm.
Movements of hands in motion begin to create sounds of raindrops, roars of thunder.
Rotation of lower body swirls up, as the faces rise above the wooden structure called stage.
The dancer rolls her body of intense elaboration down, as her lips crease upward.
She lifts her auburn hair and powdered white face.
Her sight visions the wild and wondrous storm ahead of her, on her.
A reflective and clear liquid glides down the austere structure of her face.
Dancer begins to exit her uprising.
Gracefully.
Leaving the wooden structure called stage...
to view the stars in the night-time sky.
“The Milkway is visible, look can’t you see?!”
“Oh, and there’s Saturn, see the rings wind around like an old record!”
“...And there’s the moon, craters deep, like the Grand Canyon.”
“...The North Star, light as day and pure as soul.”
“Mars is over there, the orange flare makes me think of a campfire on a cool, fall night!”
“See the clouds, gliding by...
masking so much of our solar system...”
Our vision is so limited.
Our vision is like time.
No real beginning or end.
Simply an abstract concept.
As the solar system dances among us,
so does the dancer on the wooden structure called stage,
as does the peaceful warrior...
on his path in the still and dark night.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 04/22/03

"Visit From Afar”
He walks along a wooded path, in the late hours of the night.
His bones begin to feel a chill, as his mind goes into a stage of fright.
He looks beyond, to view brightness loud as fire.
He draws closer to the light, due to unknown desire.
He views a mass of technology that he has never seen.
He sees light and shadow, grow beneath the dark ravine.
He suddenly feels his body gravitate, toward the metal sculpture.
He tries to fight, but only pulls closer.
A beam of light blinds his vision.
He is forced inside without decision.
Beings approach his human side.
He looks around and attempts to hide.
No where to run, or escape.
These creatures have seized him; he can do nothing but wait.
He stares in disbelief, and begins to fall into a dream.
As the creatures strip him naked, the picture is obscene.
He is magnified and studied, as a project of science.
The beings cannot understand how such a simple creature can hold truth and guidance.
They have no concept of love or emotion.
They cannot comprehend a human’s devotion.
They continue to view his bodily structures.
They try to compare, as they have seen no others.
The beings are lost and perplexed.
They long to know more of the Earth, and its human guests.
They gently awaken the man out of his dream state.
He opens his eyes of confusion, wondering if he is really awake.
He tries to speak, to make them understand.
They only stare more, for they have never heard a man.
They realize that the human needs to leave.
He needs to go back to his life and be with his family.
They raise their hands to the human as a sign of departure.
He realizes they are peaceful and only tries harder.
Though he is speaking into deaf ears.
They do not know our language or understand our fears.
They know we are different, different from them.
Maybe in the future they will be able to comprehend.

For now their visit must come to a close.
The creatures will travel and go down many roads.
They will see the Earth and the solar system beyond.
They will learn as a species and soulfully move on.
They will one day grow and understand.
What it is to be human.
What it is to be man.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 04/24/03

“On the Shoreline”
As I sat by the shoreline.
My eyes opened wide to the realities in my life.
To realize love, is to let go of one’s heart.
That is what I did today.
Though I’m not quite sure how to tell you of my truth.
As I sat by the shoreline.
A small, glass container approached my bare feet.
It played with the sand and tickled my toes.
It welcomed me into its clear, reflecting world.
I knew what I had to do.
I took hold of the delicate gift, and placed it by my side.
As I sat by the shoreline.
Words poured out of my head, as spring clouds rained.
I had to tell you of my love for you.
With my pen and paper, I began my heartfelt letter.
The first time I ever saw you, my heart was pulled into an unknown dimension. My eyes could not blink. My body could not move. I did not know you by name or persona...I knew your soul. As time went on, you came into my life. You approached me with an energy that I never felt before. Your aura came over me like a waterfall. You connected with my soul and took hold of my heart. Your beauty and sincerity were unexpected. Your words and stares were incomprehensible. I could not make sense of the emotions you brought out of me. I could not compose my dreams or visions of you. You are now a part of my life. Thoughts of you awaken me, as my body tries to sleep. I see your face and I feel like flying. I have never felt alone in my life. Though when I am not with you, I feel like a part of me is missing. You may never receive this letter, yet if fate allows, my words shall fall upon you.
One day...
While you’re sitting by the shoreline.
Opening your eyes to the realities of life.
Opening your soul to reflections.
Waiting for the crystal, glass formation.
To dance with the sand and tickle your toes.
Placing itself by your side.
On the shoreline.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 04/24/03

“Melody of Memory”
I boarded the train and closed my eyes.
As I prepared myself for the life time of my ride.
The train began to pull away from the track.
As dimensional interiors took my memory back.
It was 1975…
I saw my twin beside me and the tears in mother’s eyes.
I was cold and naked in the hospital room.
Though the night was warm, displaying a full moon.
Father paced and glistened with delight.
Jason and I stared as two babies in fright.
The womb of mother was warm and dark.
All we heard was the beat of her heart.
Our lungs breathed liquid, never air.
We did not know where we were.
We were simply bare!
Ripped out into a world of mystery.
Scared to death, though we were finally free.
Listening to one another’s cries.
Watching mother and father with tears in there eyes.
Eyes open!
Whistle blows!
Next stop…
No one knows.
Train moves on.
One more roar.
I again close my eyes.
Eager to see more.
The year was 1993.
A young woman I am in this scene.
High school graduation, the month is June.
The crowd yells out “no more school!”
Caps and gowns fly in the air.
Students run through the auditorium, for they have no cares.
Finals are finished and high school is complete.
They smile, laugh, shout and weep.
Time to transition to the next phase.
They will travel through the Earth, no regard for hours, minutes or days.
The student body yells once more.
“No more school…
Explore! Explore!”
Ouch!
I feel the brakes halt!
My body awakens to break my fall.
Open window, I feel the air.
Door begins to open.
Go if you dare.
I look outside to view my final destination.
My memories fall to slumber as I search for an explanation.
I begin to move along and walk outside.
I must endure my awaited ride.
Memories sleep, though are never gone.
Time is a melody.
We create the song.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 11/11/03

"My PC"
Your hum is so familiar to me now.
Your electrical impulses tickle me in a scientific manner,
that no human can perform.
Your images displayed are always in my deepest desires.
You cater to me in every way.
You have become my best friend, my lover, my psychologist.
You always listen to me so intently.
You never talk back...
You never talk back?!
You never offer advice.
You sit quiet and still.
You offer no solace.
You stare blankly at me.
You are colder than ice!
Your hum is monotone...
Fuck!
Why do I bother with you?!
Your hard exterior is motionless.
Your inner workings are programmed.
You cannot think on your own.
You rely on others to grow.
You are not my lover...you are the worst sex I ever had!
You are not my best friend, you don't even hug me when I cry!
My psychologist?!
...I am better off paying for advice, at least I'll get a valium out of the deal!
GO TO HELL!
I need to rest.
You need to leave.
Good night Hewlett!
I am shutting you down...
RESTART is not an option!
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 11/12/03

"Awaiting whispers"

I observe this place of strange beauty and obscure persona.
Wondering why time has brought me here.
Pulling me into this place where time does not exist.
Where I am running a race.
It has no beginning or end.

The clock slows...
tick, tock, tick, tock.
IS ALL I HEAR!

As the seconds pass, and the moments never seem to last.
As the day turns into night, night becomes day.
The sunshine is a blur of haze over hilltops.
The haze turns gray as the color of my thoughts.

My soul is lost.
In this place of strange beauty and obscure persona.

I sit on the sands of time as the hour glass fades to quiet.
I watch the masks of dreamery attempt to hide in a reality of their own.

A true portrait of an impressionist.
Colors fade into one another.
Red into blue.
Blue into gray.
Gray into black.
Fighting to get back to a place that once was.
A past of true spirituality.
A past of human need.

Another soul walks by as the ocean roars through abstract time.
I observe another moment, another second, another grain in the sand.

I observe this place of strange beauty and obscure persona.
Wondering why time has brought me here.
Pulling me into a place where time does not exist.

It simply stands still.

By,

Jacqueline Bonura 02/08/04

“A Moment In Time”
A moment in time.
Shhhhhhh…
The candlelight glows of radiance.
I can see the reflection through the pane of glass.
His face stares back.
The structure is as an artisans sculpture.
Every line and curve tells of a different emotion and facet.
Laughter, innocence, love, hate, fear, sadness, insanity, purity, peace.
I see moving images of his soul.
His aura lifts and dances in the moonlight.
His voice sings to the heavens.
His dark eyes reveal a beauty so bright it burns vision.
His heart beats, throughout my soul.
His body exudes a color of fire, loud and luminous.
His touch reaches the core of my self.
I lose the self and transition.
To a place.
A place where time is still and quiet.
Where every moment is savoured.
Where the sun shines throughout the sky, to mask upon a world.
A paradox of what is.
There is no grey here.
Luminance is delicate and ardent.
Sweet aromas fill my inner senses with serenity.
What is here no longer exists.
The dream takes us into another realm.
A dimension where basic concepts are extinct.
Everything is still and quiet.
I can see the reflection through the pane of glass.
Shhhhhhhhhh…
A moment in time.
By,
Jacqueline Bonura 04/12/04

“The Unveiling”

Outsiders looking in,
on the pane of glass.
Holds reality.
What we call life.
Daily living.
In and out.
From love and hate.
Through day and night.
Of life and death.
On sun and rain.
Below and above time.

Outsiders looking in,
on the pane of glass.
Colors of vibrance shine through.
Faces of demons peer out.
Wings of angels fly.
Auditory senses alive.
Awake and streaming consciousness.

Outsiders looking in,
on the pane of glass.
Footsteps roll by in geometrical directions.
Heads sway as music moves the auras.
Eyes vision souls.
Lips vibrate in inconstant motion.
Skin breathes the oxygen's of life.
Hearts beat...faster.

Outsiders looking in,
on the pane of glass.

Reflections…
Infinite!

By,

Jacqueline Bonura 05/01/2005
(written while sitting on the boardwalk in Venice Beach, listening to a Doors Tribute Band, watching a man carve wood, a friend smile, crowds walking by, and dogs watching us as guardians)

"Outside of my Window"

My senses are alive, revived and listening loud and clear.
Yes!
To You!
To the world that lies ahead, behind, and throughout.

I listen....what I hear is this....

A drummer on the street, playing his drum passionately.
Beats are continuing, moving through my soul.
It gets louder, I move harder.

My CD player has completed "When the Music's Over" by my muse, I only hear an immediate refrigerator humming, in likeness with my thoughts.

Cars go by, I hear the wind change as they pass...varying speed and direction.

One more person exits the beach, walking to there car, the familiar beep of a car alarm signals home to him.

The night is turning quiet, though the passionate drummer plays on.
As the sky goes dark, and the city goes silent.

I continue to listen...

By,

Jacqueline Bonura 05/01/2005 (9:54 P.M.~Eve of May)