Through forests of trees
Along rivers and streams
I left my home to find my place
and further still I ran
Over blankets of green and moss strewn rocks
My place emerged side by side
-To where I once stood
Filtered light focused my resolve
as though peering through a thicket of velvet
With a breezy air whirling and swirling
My minds great eye twirled itself within
Looking deep, I found my place
Looking inward, I found my outward
With you by my side
Step by step on each trail I wander
Teaching me still all the beauty that which I would
not have known
You are my teacher, my friend, my Papa.
I say to this "I love you!" still
with more love and honesty each day hence
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
When prophets run…
By: James Alexander Young, Sept 28, 2014
Like a prophet on his journey
I wander the roads in search of my life
I gaze and I blaze a trail in search of that one special thing
That thing that is old as smoke
With embers releasing footprints of carbon upon the wind
While lives are spent lost and lingering within the narrows
The prophet he seeks his flock to share
In their splendor of adulations and relations
Upon his brow is furrowed years of wisdom like knowledge
To advance the one true goal of all who sees him
To which when it then appears for the rest of their/your days
It would be said:
-There’s Days lived Free and Long
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Hands interlaced
Such a beautiful face
How I love this place
My hope is eternity
Or at least infinity
To create our city
A friendship blossomed
For us so awesome
A perfect twosome
My hope is a life lived
To be said
There is where two lovers meet
Hand in hand, Side by side
For all their days and then more yet still
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
---Where eagles dare to soar ever higher patiently waiting for the slightest transgression to betray the prey of the day
---Swooping down gliding ever so gently in a determined dive of so many ways like so many days past
---Garnering speed as the approach is thought to be completed
---For this day is over but yet renewed, once again in an everlasting feast of life
---Yet there she goes another day the Eagle now _________
---does soar ever higher, still, yet again!
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
-Oh Hello there
-How are you?
-Would you kindly like to dance this fine evening?
-I am not to be missed
-I can really two step
-I must confess
-but what you say?
-No not that
-It could not be?
-but yes you could be right, I suppose
-Do you then suppose?
-Perhaps a carnal repose is all that must be exposed
-For this here to be transposed
-Well yes I imagine that could be considered a vulgarity
-but I only long for our solidarity of insularity for clarity
-Well ok if you should decide
-I will abide and subside to further yonder
No now why must you release that powder
-a discharge is not required
-I meant no dishonour
-Well yes you are correct
-Mais c'est vraiment difficile
-you must understand
-you must know
You will give me a start Won't you?
-I should say, that is most gracious of you!
-That will do then
-I submit to you now
For your pleasu...
BANG
Be still the night it is almost light tonight.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
The muse is the fuse that I use to fuse the two’s and the three to be free with me.
Along the notes heard are understood a common wood like natural instinct that flows forth from my soul as natural as the rings of a tree, to be me.
With each crescendo I build my words into a far-flung thread, which spreads my saids, my reds, my blues, and all the colours of my natural born varied skies.
Into a gem of a bard all the while in honour of the muse: the music of this profound great land.
Whether rain or shine, I am here with my syllables and letters to find the story of this new unearthed history of a peoples plight on this night.
Not to place a fright but to highlight the right sights and sounds within our shores.
As the sun crosses over our great lands with the harmonies of generations lost along the winds.
A guided tour in the sea of fog like memories to find the one true hope of those that stay and those that come to play.
What is this you say?
Why welcome of course, please come again!
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, November 23, 2011
As I kissed you that night with your back to the door I should have known then that we would be no more. Along the days we had, I was not sad. For you were there with me to make me strong. Along the days and along the nights you always made things right. I knew then not what I know now. That not all love is meant to bloom, not all love can make it through. With a tearful goodbye and my bags by my side out through the door to be no more. Within our time thinking now I shed a tear for what was near and fear I know not what I thought I knew. Fear still, I lost a true friend. To make things right I am out of sight without delight. Along the nights here and there that special time is pondered. As I wander through the days and through the nights alone, lost but looking. Oh that time was not what it should have been, could have been. Looking back though I would not trade it if I could for it was US we were we and now we’re YOU and ME.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, October 31, 2011
Heaven and hell will tell a story for all to see. Heaven and hell will always be there for you and me. One young sleep or lost release, one another not to be found. Cause heaven and hell can’t be one but only two. One is nothing without the other, two are common unless faith is there too. Powerful this notion of heaven and hell can be to reign us in and maybe move us so this way and that along a path to the crossroads until we must decide HEAVEN OR HELL
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
By: James Zander Young, October 15, 2011
There’s a girl I know, with long black hair and a care about which draws you in, with long sleek legs and a smile for a mile she has been there with troubles past to match the batch which I just cracked.
A spirit to match the energy of Aphrodite she is a ditty without which I get giddy. For a time it would seem we are one again but then it happens that which we know best. At a crossroads to the test which way will we go?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC