Monthly Archives: July 2016

The End of the Day

The End of the Day

As the Earth gathers  the  light

Bundles harvested for another

Day of living and loving or will

Fear steal your heart,  a thief of

Security, hope,  warmth, love?

Will I see you, silhouette in the door?

Will your heart bleed guilty tears?

Will you flee to someone instead?

With promises no heart ache led.

In lies of the hearts of men who

Care not if your grandmother

Died  yesterday, nor cry with you

On your dead brother’s birthday

Love , sincerity of the heart a

Willingness for a brand new start

I stand before you ready to love

A day timeless in our lives where

We work together, hold hands

Lost in kind warm eyes of desire

Alight in sunset, new day on fire.

Carl James


There Are Those, In Mem ory of Dave Sturtevant

There Are Those


There are those who amble through life

Ever observant of where they live each

Moment a new chapter in the soul within

Each encounter a new friend to gather in.


There are those born a seamless transition

Into the world we know for it was theirs

Everyone was told on a higher plain that

Already  knew the sweet refrain we, in vain


Searching all our lives for a  part to sing

In harmony he already knew his part on earth

Gladly his heart was open for anyone to see

An ambassador of the earth  to show to heal


His essence is the earth, rock, soil, water with-in

While tears given to pay his respect do not neglect

Yet I think Dave was born to a brand new world as

Setting in our West his new East began, again


Perhaps he’ll honor  with a memory of you,

me, we together on a wave trying to help a few

Souls ferry effortlessly  over a new riffle

His kindness will sooth you and his gentle


Mist of morning will lift your heart to sing


In memory of Dave Sturtevant

Carl James

7- 25-16

While We Wern’t Looking

While We Weren’t Looking


The Dalia Lama looked at Obama, took a half bow and the lights went out with a bang! A shadowy hurtling object heading at Obama who yells Hai! and the lights snap on to the scene of Obama in a skin-tight black Ninja suit standing crouched on a 4 foot window ledge twirling upchucks.

  • Bravo! Bravo! applaud the Dalia Lama and suddenly a brilliant sunset hits him square in the eyes and the harsh worse “Slap Leather”  and a colt 45 lands in his hand twirls twice and shoots the vase off the mantle and they both  say in Unisom “how bout that baaaabee!”
  • Both examined their weapons ands Obama says wonderingly Bruce……???”off cause! explains Dalia. In tune…Wyatt Up?” oh yea!! look at the notches.!” So what do we watch with our eggs roils tonight? Obama held it proudly. Ah! The Goot the Badt and zee Ugry!”.
  • So Obama, no work! News men taking care of it. The Chins are thinking you have convinced North Korea to become Buddhist and  Putin thinks you’ve developed some new anti gravity machine. Dalia smiled broadly and said vatch! and he gently rose 6″ off the floor in the lotus position. Obama’s eyes gleamed as the Dalia  raised his robes to many twirling fans, “Vant ta buy a vatch?” he smiled broadly


So when will we excape andt well eeet be by motorcycles? Is the launch ready? Everyone iss ready So everyone we invited is going? Everyone important. The island ready? But of cosse! IS the ship ready? of course. Let it be so!


This will be the largest misapropriation of Chinese and American funds ever known!


The end, or beginning.

Carl James