poetry

Touch Me Now

Touch Me Now

 

Emptiness of spirit, emptiness undefined

My soul, mind and body reach for time

I yearn for your spirit that sings in kind

Songs of life that I harmonize as mine

We can deny or accept our soul’s kind

Being too busy to notice or hard to find

Neglecting   to touch the two we combined

Only for a few hours, oh how sublime

Touch me now body, soul and mind

Embers smolder glowering red lean

Fragile delicate, easily forgotten and

Easily strayed  to new love waiting,

Attentively in the shadows of night.

 

Carl James

5-9-16

Garden

Garden

 

Still, the garden remembers happy voices

Turned to stone heavy in the ground

Yet spring arrives in full regalia ,

Perhaps to beseech me in colors, huge

Shouting lavender wisteria blossoms,

Disguised hellebore hangs it’s head but

Not in shame trying not to be vain in it’s

Delicate  beauty, bleeding hearts lined in a

Shooting gallery how many can you break?

We agreed to help each other through

Heart ache and wind’s chill and try to

Find someone new, to be true for life

You are not totally inhuman to land a flower

Each one a commitment to each in the ritual

Yet the oath was forgotten, dried up, a leaf

Which rattles down the path catches in the

Fence inevitably to drop to a patient earth,

Always ready to receive the dead, making life.

Primordial, unseen, miraculous, resurrection.

Closest to my son ever we created the piece

Presented to earth and sky, an offering accepted

A frame to house natures beauty, no ego,

lovingly to care. The wood lays heavy soaked

With men’s resonate voices, wine, beer, cigar

Smoke, all of the earth, and the tears of grief

The last design, tenderly wrought  in shaking

Hand but sure direction, circles of life  forever

Etched in love

 

Carl James

4-22-16

 

 

 

Serenity in my Inevitability

Serenity in my Inevitability

 

Struggles of my life ,created in part

Egocentricities of my prideful  heart

Never willing to part with the fight

Defining the dubious courage we impart

Honor and glory at stake if we could

From their deadly silence awaken

Yet better ignorant they died in vain

For a god or king’s holy  righteous name

 

I have lived among the dead in hopeless

Fear and pain when holiness was a name

Where all things sacred with in  my frame

 

Silently spoken  to the flame of my holy sacrifice

Without a  name at the being of  all the world

Spiritually tempered in the white hot flame

 

Love never contained by ego or pride

Humbly awakens transcends and flies

 

Wings of glory from where it abides in-the

Souls of the living, dying  love serenity

Floods my heart when I have  gently

 

Forsaken will, struggle and ceased the fight  of

My rejection of my egoless collective spiritual

Being

 

Carl James

4-17-16

 

 

Fear

Fear

Fear that erodes the soul of man

Is not of trouble we left behind

Nor the everyday challenges we

face or retreat from a step at a time.

 

It is the looming shadows of future

That blows the mind, phantoms

Imagined before their possible time

Leaving us distraught and behind

 

We never defeat these demons all

Ghosts of future seaman who

Drowned in shallow water and

Never found the real bottom

Panic that stole their reason and

Flailing spasmodic limbs that

Never found the bottom shark

Bait for opportunists feeding

Frenzy on our unrealized  fears

 

Tomorrow a bottomless bucket

Receiving all fears we can deposit

A tomorrow that may not come

Time and we may no longer exist

Carl James

4-24-16

Dead Men Walking

Dead Men Walking

 

Quietly, purposefully centered one tract beings

Walk these streets in the glory of morning

Sun warmed breezes softly blowing

Caress their hair softly without them knowing

Sensually fluffed like a lover come calling

 

Street troubadour plays sweet violin cup empty

Soul savers duel in their frightening predictions

Repent your sins, tomorrow is the day,  be ready!

Trees sigh blissfully thankful for the movement

 

Bang! one lying bleeding in the gutter, satchel missing

What the hell! What am I doing on the ground?

Warm, wet, delicious sleepy feeling, calmly

Breeze feels so good on the cooling sweat of neck

Wonder if I’m dying, wonder if anyone will care?

Introspection, more than all last year, the warm

Reassuring fingers stroke his cheek a wet tear slides

cooling down, white rubber fingers slide gently over  his eyes,

NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

He screams waking with a jolt, loving eyes  inquire, all right?

While dead men walking down the street one got lucky

On a chance did he meet himself lying all over the street.

 

Carl James

4-23-16

The Inner Quest

The Inner Quest

 

I looked in the gold-bound book

Pleading for my inner pain to heal

I raised my head, mesmerized

Beautiful stained glass to see

 

I watched the wind and rain in

Violence and power pummel me

I watched the meteor hit with force

I was on my knees, it came not to me

 

As I yielded myself to nothing I knew

A warm spot grew and rose in me

Flooding me with warmth, well being

Confidence and love beyond knowing

 

Emptiness filled, fear and doubt revealed

Darkness not an enemy of the light

Silence nothing for me to fear for in me

Lay the answers right for me and we

 

I chose knowing over ignorance in me

Answers flow, ideas all about my head

Always knowing to be set free means

Yielding to the nothing inside of me.

 

Carl James

3-25-16

Where Was I?

Where Was I?

 

Where was I when the cold hand of uncertainty gripped her heart?

Where was I when he decided life was worth less than living to see

Whether I perhaps had abandoned hope for a better friendship with him

Where was I when perhaps your hard shell softened to better be

Internal beauty that passed me by a moment I had wished to see.

 

What precious moments have I missed with someone not believing

Their receptivity staring me in the face that encouraged abilities to free

Their soul to themselves in love and freedom to ever freely see.

Love was meant for everyone a gathering of our collectivity.

 

Life is a flood of urges, dreams, centered around geocentric me

Difficult are the attempts to tear away and take a look at you

Whose moment of glory may just have passed unattended by me

When helping myself might have been missed by a blind eye

In it’s inattention missing the luminescence of your very soul

 

Life is not the self-centered application of new ideas I meet

It is the collective oneness that says we all may benefit from the

Out reach of our love that gathers us all around sharing, partaking

Sweet golden apples, rewards for our touching of all mankind

 

Everyone, our brother, mother, sister or the other who needs

A part of us all willing to give to humanity’s stream of knowing

It is we, not me that directs the course of internal self discovery

I, hopefully, in recognition and receptivity am a channeled flow

 

To be a Gandhi, a Saint Francis, a Mother Teresa, we missed

Moving our centers outside ourselves into the heart of humanity

Golden opportunities speaking of a vessel through which

Goodness and mercy flow and we only guide the ever presence.

 

I am always able to be more than I am and less than I was when

A receptor and sender of the essence of life’s vitality around me.

Sharing the love of my life that others gave me in their moments

Altruistic sharing of the sustenance that is forever flowing

 

Carl James

Immersion

Immersion

 

In the light

In the heart

A part of

Sharing,

Growing

Knowing,

Flowing

Becoming

More

Into the,

Sea of

Life

 

CJ