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James A Feb 21
I refuse to look at the mirror
Scared of what I’ve seen
Careful of what I’ll be
Don’t you see? Don’t you see?
I don’t care if I lived or died
In frustration and disrepair I started to cry
What were my promises again?
Or am I just wasting time?
James A Aug 2023
To the east
At the count of one
A candle snuffs out
Under a mushroom cloud I felt this
  Aug 2023 James A
The Non-Poet
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid
James A May 2019
Black stained hands
Made me realize
That he who stares back is a man
A boy has changed from the feet to his eyes
Accepts no shame in letting lose a tear
Learned that you cant live in question with subconscious fear
Green cactus in the yellow sea
James A Sep 2018
A dim blue glow
On tonight's walk home
Trees rustle in gossip
As lonely winds dance in streets
On tonight's walk home
Mothers comforts frightened babies
As man and wife lay in bliss
Another nights walk home
My heart softly beats
As the mind drifts far
Deep into the desert dunes
Under another walk home
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