Monthly Archives: April 2017

Pieces

Pieces

Pieces of love we thought was through
Pieces of love I find in you that cry
Never to die for love never ends it only
Begins again planted in the last remains
Pain that remains to mellow the heart
No one to blame, no shame, no strain
Just a spark , easier on a cold heart to
Kindle a smolder on a warm part than
Starting dead cold each time again as
We let it go and let it catch hold or out
It becomes an easy chair, a touch, a
Song or just an easy conversation no
Rush, no hurry, just a little extraordinary.
Quiet excitement till next time we meet

Carl James
3-11-17

Creativity

Creativity

A hot spot in the gut of your being that eats away freeing
Erupting, turning the body into a crucible of material from
Iron pounded, flattened, bent, tortured into an idea, a shape,
You will never be the same for now there is a weakened
Way out, like a hernia that gives, freeing the soul from it’s mold
Spewing the sacred imagination into a creation realized in the
White hot passion that is fashioned, a new idea, grow, let it be so.

Carl James
4-9-17

Flow

Flow

Imagination stretched to the limits liquefies and flows
Infinity is just a dream, but imagination is reality that
Flows, a river or so it seems from tears and fears to ablated
Joy that streams through the soul losing itself, eroding to
Nothing…nothing…nothing…but something on the event
Horizon blindingly appears, creating infinity in a moment
So, love is born, a hot molten stream that washes everything
A glow, a flow, you know, even so, you resisted it’s elation
Trying to avoid it’s ablation that is to be your salvation.

Carl James
4-9-17

Confluence

Confluence

Yearning of my heart to be a part of the flow of life’s desire that burns deep in my soul and
She who flies far away over land and sea and carries my dreams as she sings to me
Forever free she rejoices in me as my imagination and I imagine I see the endless sea
Through her eyes as she carries me away on her wings that beat to the rythmn of our hearts.
So then I see the confluence of we in the land that we were meant to be where old hearts
Remember and time will not be in the endless sea we are born away to be set free in the
Stars that we were always a part of our hearts we knew we were meant to be spirits of hope
Ambassadors of the free to the heavens from which we came stardust on the solar winds

Carl James