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

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

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

---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!

-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.

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!

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.