After Thoughts, a Series

it was in the midst of everything
that suddenly I realized
and stepped outside myself
you were never real.
I was in love with a ghost
and like this lonely lemon tree
I will find the will to survive

AlisaJs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I want to say the words
but your heart knows,
I feel its beat
each time we speak
thunderstruck...

alisajs(c)2018

Loose Ends

it wasn't supposed to end like this
with so many hanging syllables around certain

random questions
you know what I mean,
the ones with multiple answers
and we don't even have one
never accepting, 
only to find out it never was

so, where do we start or have we lost the beginning
trapped in a maze of unfettered steps,
right here at the starting gate
although it's been years now
and no one, but no one dares

and me
here I am, still anticipating
for what, exactly
wondering at times, 

if I've lost the ability to see

while
stuck in this canundrum
paradoxical dilemma,
trapped in a loop
that never returns ...

alisajs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I have loved you for a thousand years
and yet,
each time I hear your call
my heart skips two beats...

alisajs/2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I miss our conversations that stretched
into the next sunrise and beyond,
never ending.
finding laughter and so much more
how could I have known
it meant nothing to you,
as I stand here 
dumbfounded,
drowning in this pain...

alisajs(2018)

After Thoughts, a Series

you blew into my life like a hurricane
knocked down my defenses
within the first week.
soulmates, love hard
always be your baby.
jack knife
splattered hearts,
and you call me crazy?

AlisaJs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

I still find it so hard to believe
that you behaved like that.
Hot to smoldering
and then evaporate,
without a trace
after I called you out
after I wouldn't take 
your inducement...


 AlisaJs(c)2018

Let's Learn Manners

Mommies and daddies
Around the age of two,
Teach your children
To say, 'Please' and 'Thank you'


From: Let's Learn Manners, a children's book. Coming soon. Illustrations and story by: AlisaJs

Let's Learn Manner's .. rough sketch

Make time in your day and take your nap. Listen to the melodies, such a beautiful cat.


 Rough sketch from Let's Learn Manner's, a children's book coming soon. Illustrations and story by: AlisaJs.

After Thoughts, a Series

It was somewhere left of heaven
the last time I heard him speak
his voice, like an angel
how my heart broke in pieces that day.
still processing thoughts of betrayal...

Alisajs (c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

and just like that, he was gone
a deafening silence.
where there was once laughter 
and enticing anticipation
demoralized is too nice a word...

alisajs(c)2018

After Thoughts, a Series

He promised me forever 

and like a fool, 

I ran to the end of the rainbow, 

certain to find him waiting

next to the pot of gold

like he said he would...

alisajs (c)2018

Manufactured Dreams

his words were carefully chosen

emotional overload followed

future faking 

constant attention 

love bombing

all strategic, all part of an overall plan

for those dear hearts who still believe

hopeless romantics, 

everyone...

7.23.18/alisajs

Mirrored Lies

I found myself outside myself

in the middle of a silent scream

where black is white

up is down

and you,

are nothing but lies

I told myself 

this could never happen to me

for I was far too advanced

to be dissuaded by deceit

lackadaisical linguistics ran right through 

and captured our dreams of forever

and always,

there could never be another

for we had found our other half

all we had to do now

was believe.

my first mistake...

© 2018 Alisa Js

Tasteless

and for a time, we were alive again

singing in the rain 

soaring past the pain of remembering

those cold, dark stares

that brought to the forefront

blades that somehow found their way

to splice a throat to no longer speak

the truth

laughter came easily as the wine flowed

and how we bowed

once the struggles slipped

beyond our grip and once again

I began to believe,

this could almost be

until the demons 

arrived.

creeping around each tortured smile

the lies began and I knew, 

it was over

broken ties

mismatched lies that never quite fit

timelines next to impossible

and still you expected me to believe

in the face of high improbability

you continued with the farce

and then, I knew 

you were nothing more 

than tasteless ...

© 2018 Alisa Js

And So It Goes

and so it goes

along with everything we thought we knew

everything I believed 

all the things I loved

all of them

not true

the energy has lifted

it's so bright in my world now

serendipitous sayings you shared

all of them lies

all of them, 

you

how could I have fallen

how could I have been taken

there must have been something 

you saw,

some weakness in me

my glaring naïveté

in trusting everything you said

and like a vulture 

with a condescending smirk

over and over again 

you lied

until I almost believed...

© 2018 Alisa Js

Truth

how could there be another

when you are all I see

wistful scenes upon this heart

filled with memories...

alisajs(c) 2016

Reflections from a Wounded Heart

another romantic poetic collaboration by alisajs and T. Owen Stark

Available now on smashwords.com for free!  Please let us know how you enjoyed this book by posting your customer reviews on smashwords.com

Also available is: 'Reflections from a Lover's Heart' available now on amazon.com   Coming soon to smashwords.com

Reverse

the angle of the outburst was of particular interest sudden. sharp. thrusting upward and then turning around blasting through unexpected and unannounced fields butterflies wrangled for breakfast and cheese walking back to my seat, I fell down letters for lunch choices for a lifetime no one tells you they could be the wrong ones would you have listened would you have dared? curious, I looked back and wondered the I-9 went south and not west as I recall candy was sweet roses were red after all...

© alisajs
2014-07-01 

Reckless

am I derelict
knowing now what I was uncertain of then
stuck in slow motion, pressing on air
tasting the promise
we both knew
yet,
somehow refused to pluck from the tender bloom there

dancing on snowflakes
I slid
straight to the center of something less than ten
steps to nirvana

meet me in elysian fields
where we'll dance with reckless abandon
run across the midnight moon
all before daylight
all before the sun begins to hide

that is, if it's still summer
springtime is passing
and winter is near,
stuck in slow motion
holding back tears

ajs/4.23.14

Thoughts on a sunny, spring day

Here's wishing everyone had a Happy Easter!

Here's to a sunny springtime for all.  

Ever wish your life was as happy as the picture above? Wouldn't it be grand if all you had to do was think it and it would appear?

Interesting question, isn't it... for in that question is the answer as life is all about perception.

Just some thoughts I thought I'd share on this sunny, spring day.

alisa ;-)

Summons

last night, we met as before

during the second summons of our winter sun

beneath the moonless canopy

in the designated season

where dreams live and breathe.

we had to race

far from the chatter of listening ears

or views from curious eyes

we sat and shared as we pressed our way

shadows cared and watched above

there is this place if you believe

where we can be

undisturbed and quiet, dear

we will remember

and live again

the spaces between the imaginings...

© 2013 Alisa Js

10 Things to know B4 U file an EEO Claim

Wordsmith Publishing Company takes this opportunity to announce a new e-book available soon on amazon.com, titled.

10 Things to know B4 U file an EEO Claim

Author: Vernon 'Duke' Johnson
Editor and Illustrator: Alisa Js

'Penny Penn' available for free on amazon.com during May 25 to 27, 2013

Penny Penn (a story about what matters most)
by: Vernon Johnson and alisajs
Illustrations: alisajs

Available on amazon.com,  free during May 25 to 27, 2013.  Please leave a customer comment and let us know your thoughts after reading.

Thank you!

1. Go to amazon.com
2. Go to books
3. Enter, 'Penny Penn'
4. Download and enjoy
5. Please leave us a customer comment if you enjoyed this book and its message.

How God Plays Billiards Free May 25 to 27

How God Plays Billiards
by: Vernon 'Duke' Johnson, Sr.
Illustrations: alisajs, Margaret Thrower

Available on amazon.com for free during May 25 to 27, 2013.  Please stop by and check it out.  We invite you to leave a customer comment afterward to let us know your thoughts.

Thank you very much.

1. Go to amazon.com
2. Click on books
3. Enter: How God Plays Billiards
4. Download book
5. Please leave customer comment on amazon.com

Let's Learn Manners - Table Manners

Let's Learn Manners- Hello and Good-bye

Let's Learn Manners

The best way to start each day right
is with a cheery ' good morning'
and end with
a heartfelt 'good night'


*A page from 'Let's Learn Manners'
a children's book
coming soon!!!

Written and illustrated by:
alisa js

Final Cover Decision for Penny Penn

After looking at alternative covers, we have decided this will be the final cover for Penny Penn.  Thank you again for all your suggestions, especially to the children. 

Aloha,  

alisajs ;-)

Working cover for 'The Adventures of Penny Penn'

This is our working cover for 'The Adventures of Penny Penn' scheduled to be released in April 2013.

alisajs

Onion Patch

I am here beside this onion field

peeling back layers I see and feel 

no one knows and yet, everyone bleeds

a length and width and sense of need

he sat there

with his head bowed low

quietly anticipating

no need to show

like those feelings I used to know

when times were full of uncharted troves

oh, how the road beckoned before 

calling

teasing

and we, ready to burst with hopeful imaginings 

jumped inside with nerves of steel,

steering toward some silent summon

over the uneven asphalt sea

when did the dream deflate

and shackles bound

wrapped round your life 'til you can no longer breathe

freedom remains some distant memory

a desperate haunt

of where you used to be...

ajs/4.17.13

The Adventures of Penny Penn

 Coming soon!

A new children's book for children of all ages.

The Adventures of Penny Penn

A story about what matters most.

By:  A collaborative effort by Vernon Johnson, Sr. and alisa js
Illustrations by: alisa js

Us

I wanted this to last
late night talks, laughter till noon
the fascinating sense of time standing still
whenever we appeared

I need to remember
you.
for the rest of my days
and endless nights, too

we were like sugar and sassafras
mischief and licorice sticks,
obliviously entranced and mystically matched
no one else mattered, not that we cared.
for all we could see was
us...

ajs/3.28.13

Transition

I am here
under this midnight obsession
alone with these thoughts
so quiet, it's beyond eerie.
the chatter has moved
marched right through that open floor board
next to the dark spot
that leads to new worlds

what do you do
when your macrocosm starts to plummet
reality removed and
realigned
where is the next leap
set by another
whose imprint not known
except under the salty brine

there are no words here
only thoughts
dark images slide
blowing whispers spent,
what do you place in the spaces
now empty
filled once with memories and dreams...

aj/3.12.13

Never Ending

this dialogue in my head is continual

endless,

strung together with heartbroken sleeves

torn from the karma

twice removed.

emotionless

objective

memories surface

powder puff imagery

I can barely see

and yet, you are there

you are there always

front and center

silent in the front row,

do you remember me...

2.11.13/ajs

© 2013 Alisa Js

Fridays

I keep hoping to find a way to
run into all your Fridays
hang around until the sun cries out
or when we decide it's time

shadows follow with every second step
lingering around the sudden smile
where hope resides.
my anguish isn't in the trying
or attempting to
or even inside your beautiful words
pressed between sullen flashes of gut wrenching flares
from the underside.
it's where you reside
and I've come to accept it.
accept you.
even when I don't want to, I find myself back
beside the same old track
and we go again
like pebbles and fine wine

I have always desired a love so rare
true love.
the kind we watch on the big screen
listen to with eager ears
not meant to be,
not with me.

the seeds of dysfunction were planted ages ago
before the smitten could rise
before the pattern was set
before rhythm had rhyme
and all I'm left with are these Fridays...


ajs/2.6.13

How Could We?

How Could We

I desired to unravel the mystery of you

along with other forbidden thoughts unspoken at the moment,

could we have tasted that almost unattainable fire

stepped into the flame and survived

known by those who enjoy and bespeak

Had I met you before those watershed events

what would our legend be?

Before your life treasures and possessions had consequence

could we have made it to this day

the promise awaits, still

sweeping along midnight's hushed wishes

yet, how could you abandon your now

relinquish all ties

renounce all commitments

surrender to me, alone

impossible

yet, impossible is all I hear

unreasonable attempted disasters,

complex

vexation's delight

double cross where none should exist

debilitate the obvious,

emotional molester with a twist...

1-26-13

ajs

Dream Lands

maybe we didn't have to end up like this hopelessly waiting on opposite ends maybe if we gotten past the unbroken bridge or crossed over the landing we'd see the agony of the ecstacy leads from within screaming for another attempt, but why strolling among yesterday's scenes we stumble, unable to discern between those from another time and this day left back against some distant hillside along side a forgotten road we hiccup, suddenly aware it's cold out here and the weather is quite dreary where did the sunshine run to where are those singing birds in spring? did we forget it's still winter the hypothetical looks most attractive now leading in points next to reality, placing a distant third we loved and laughed or thought we did the lies were smaller then now, the landscape lies bittersweet between fruitcakes and marmalade ... © 2013 Alisa Js

Travels

the captured thought inside the mind petitioned to be heard

given a platform

too long denied

almost forgotten

remember

those plans made and counted on, waiting

lingering, even now in the ether

on the sidelines

ready

countless hours spoken and discussed

how could you forget

and yet, I almost did

until today.

those moments exist in the stillness between seconds,

alive

and we can travel there

be as we were

all is as it once was

life squared, plus two

© 2012 Alisa Js