Bi Jou Jou
As a child of only four
Had heard his inner-voice
Claiming he would help me out
Regardless of my choice
But Bi Jou Jou’s not just some
Imaginary friend,
No, I can see how he is real
While others are pretend
Though he can, will rarely walk,
Prefers to float along,
Changing words to help him sing
My Pollyester song
His voice is like that of a child's;
He never seems to grow.
Yet his mind holds so much more
Than mine will ever know.
My Bi Jou Jou offers hope,
Respect and inspiration
Plus I cannot help but love
His dreams' imagination
Poems spoke of lost in me,
My Muse can only find
Oft' echo from the Catacombs
We’ve tunneled through my mind
Guiding me to versify
Emotion’s need to sing
Means I must trust my thinkin' thoughts
To do his special thing
First my Muse enchants my eyes
With drops of sleepy rain
Then he smiles to reconfirm
That I am not insane
From apple winds and Fishy grins
To whispers of the sea
Musing worlds of sorrowed lands
We spin so we can be
Up and down are never found
Thus stars wish not the sky,
To clear my cloud of emptiness
Nor breathe a hopeless sigh
Haunted dreams and vacant screams
Are where we often dwell
But also dig a furtive path
Where time must wait to tell
Regardless tho' from where we flow
He’ll always warn me twice
As not to slip through open mind
When glazed with Purple ice
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