Carl James

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Letting It Go

Letting It Go
What pieces of the universe have you claimed
All that property listed in your name
All the things fashioned from metal, stone,
Slip from your grasp before the day is through.
What of the river, liquid silver, permanent we thought.
What of the shelter with payments in arrears.
What of the lands with stones turned to sand
Give it up, it won’t last you from a far
If you should travel to a glittering star.
If you ignite, if you suddenly explode
Turning bright red then a cheery glow
More significant will that be seen than
Living an eternity with sorrow, grief
For in your bright shining moment
Sailors in gratitude will stop to observe
Light of your radiance, a new dawning
New direction to life’s eternal moments
Carl James
10-17-17

Vessel of Dreams

Vessel of Dreams
Mercuric and clear, the river that we feel
Fast, noisy and warm, cold, silent and deep.
Memories that we shared, silver tears we shed
A boat that cleaved the river, heavy as lead
Carrying us assuredly, peacefully, for days, four
Hear the laughter, friends from afar
Partners in conservation, a connection yet un-read.
A night on the river, comrades of the light
Love for the river, bonding in spirits for a night
Flowing downstream we and the river know
We were gathered in the gentle hands of life
Showing us the way to meld with the sight
We parted renewed, refreshed dreaming the rest
For the journey a part of our dream quest, the rest
Lays in life-filled solitude behind and the past.

Carl James
10-17-17

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the heart, so hard to say for reality may come and wash it away.
Tears of joy that streak my face, hopefully not from another day.
For your desires and mine, a fire hopefully won’t generate any dire consequences
Steadfast and sure under fickle skies, damn the distance, love may just prosper.
For what is love worth if you’ve never seen it, passion, compassion, confidence,
Odd companions of maturity, hard to trust when you’ve seen everything.
Screaming, cussing manipulating sadistic and pouting after shouting….can’t
We just have a scenery outing? Perhaps I can lose you in the trees on knees
Until I can’t hear anymore and dream the impossibilities of you and me, as
Cautiously they become maybes turned to likelihoods and perhaps truths.
Carl James
9-28-17

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the heart, so hard to say for reality may come and wash it away
Tears of joy that streak my face, hopefully not from another day
For your desires and mine, a fire hopefully won’t generate any dire
Steadfast and sure under fickle skies, damn the distance, live may just prosper.
For what is love worth if you’ve never seen it, passion, compassion, confidence,
Odd companions of maturity, hard to trust when you’ve seen everything.
Screaming, cussing manipulating sadistic and pouting after shouting….can’t
We just have a scenery outing? Perhaps I can lose you in the trees on knees
Until I can’t hear anymore and dream the impossibilities of you and me, as
Cautiously they become maybes turned to likelihoods and perhaps truths.
Carl James
9-28-17

The Heart of Life

The Heart of Life

There is no place to start and no place to end for life’s glory travels through your skin.
You cannot avoid it never fails to absorb you cry with you laugh with you. become you.
We are so vulnerable like a cell in a blood stream, an idea of the mind, and a second in time
All that we know, have become, life exists at our centers gently prying to reach selflessness
Full integration with the whole without loss of individuality, autonomy, self-control yet a
Oneness many dare not meet that opens your soul to love’s generosity, unconditionally,
Spirituality, trust, kindness compassion making us all brothers of the struggles of man,
Animal, plant, for each is bound to survive, multiply, purify, strengthen, multiply and protect.
Each cycle must be taken, no covenants broken for we must grow, learn, improve for all.
So no matter the squabble we must always choose the champions of life, promise of perseverance.
Life and death may be full, empty, sad, joyous but unavoidable so why not go with the flow being
All you can be.

Carl James
9-28-17

Roam’n

Roam’n
Thank god for a lively imagination, all it takes is my translations
Where fields, rives and silos checker and ribbon the Ozarks to Shiloh
Pure Kentucky Bourbon drank in white straw hat in the morning, Kentucky,
Churchill Downs ,I believe ponies don’t care what you’re bettin’,
Just a white linen suit, take it back smelling’ like Havana’s given by an
Owner when my studious gaze drawled out half a mil and bees on
Honey attracted to all that money, dinner at the club, her dad’s treat
She lay sleeping, as the sun leaked light runways for dust particles.
A fine old man loved the suit and the dried-up Havana to boot,
Rock walls and tender green grass pointed me West. I wonder
Which will go first my two hundred thousand mile or SUV, or me
Alone some stretch in an abandoned town grain elevators to hide behind or
Perhaps onward on a stroll around the Devil’s Tower sacred monument to
Lovers of the earth or sitting on the edge of Acoma Pueblo trying to find my place
In the sun every morning till the day is done and will my soul
Cry out to me or will I just dissolve, another old man who loved the earth.

Carl James
9=27-17

Whimsy of Life

Whimsy of Life

Whimsical life, here, then there in an instant
Visible, than only light in the form of a memory
Memory, a powerful energy that celebrates an
Existence no matter its significance and yet
We remember the portion of life we saw emerge,
Disappear in the sacred earth, a wheel of infinity
Our lives, an inextricable part, everything that we
Know for all returns and unrecognizable as it is we
Inevitably find a laugh, a voice, a face, a tear we
Remember and recognize again and again across a
Crowded rom, in a whispering pine, trickle of water
Blowing sand, each grain knowing it’s special place,
It’s shape to help stabilize an artful dune an hour,
A day, a million years to form a cliff, a grotto, home.

To Audrey, my sympathy, my love, Carl 9-6-17

Lost In The Shadows

Lost in the Shadows

Lost in the shadows of hunger, doubt and men
Unable to connect with the life force within.
How far back did I stumble, lose track with-in
Where forked the road that errantly began
Must I re-trace the wrong path within or can
I return with a short cut with-in for no path
Is right or wrong when viewed as a total offer
Life’s experiences we have stored with-in and
Touched in exchanges with significant others
Who traveled that path made theirs by events
Outside my view of experience and intuition
Perhaps joy and rapture I may know from above
This valley far below, or love may find me there
Where eagles fly and I am inspired to see
Tree tops and pathways I could not see.
I may find what it means to be free or see
A new direction that allows me to finally be
Outside the shadows of doubt and fear and
Your hand to hold and knowing you will be
Part of the new journey, time for you and me.

Carl James
9-1-17

Tactility

Tactility

Electric spark of hands charged by touching.
A finger brushed across a lip, just a trace
An ear lobe slightly tugged arousing in me
Build-up of tenderness indescribably
A charged moment-No way to convey across
Electronic time that won’t sing in wires.
Only there for those who care
Eyes rimmed wet indescribable kindness
No way to convey with electronic blindness
Your Presence is required my tactile love
Carl James
9-2-17

Character of Her Vulnerability

Character of her Vulnerability

I watch attentively as she talks to us as she works reverently on the old man’s feet; yet with the practiced sure hand of a surgeon as her strong lean hands snip away assuredly to the two withered feet laid like crown jewels on the eased pillows she turned her head aside and glances sidelong at me/ Her one leg noticeably smaller she directed her attention to it and how it came to be,I am already holding her in high esteem and I wonder if she knows she eposes her strength and vulnerability at the same time and wonder about the pain and if her giving of herself helps and wonder if holding her hand would help and she reminds me of a woman washing feet with her tears and drying them with her hair.
She shrugs off my handshake and hugs my son and I tightly and it gives me a sense of well-being and I somehow feel more assured and complete and I wonder if that might have been our day to connect or did it represent an open future door…maybe only a flash of purity in our souls.
Carl James
8-20-17

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