iLive to see another day,
iLive to know you’re okay.
iLive to yearn for more,
iLive to idolized and adore.
iLive to show what life can be,
iLive to teach of what we can see.
iLive to help those in need,
iLive to enrich my deed.
iLive to live each day,
iLive to insure I’m okay.
iLive to make what I require,
iLive to inspire.
iLive to tell my story,
iLive.

—Thomas James Written on April 5, 2010

Things have changed,
We are not the same,
We cannot stop our changing ways.

It’s too late to believe,
We have been deceived,
By this life we want to leave.

We try to understand why,
But it is all a lie,
About our world and this crazy life.

Now it’s our time,
For us to shine.
To show this world what it means to be I.

—Thomas James Written on August 2, 2011

Are good things always right?
Is it wrong to put up a fight?

There are gray areas that exist,
In fact there is an endless list.

What if an old man stole bread?
Is that not better than him being dead?

There is good and bad,
But the truth is always sad.

Don’t think of only wrong and right,
For there is sunset before every night.

—Thomas James Written on April 7, 2010

I was once told
That
Poetry is just a
Simple
Art.

—————-

        I was
Then told that
Life…      Well
Is boring, that
It is…       Sad.

—————-

I was
Also
Told that
Everything is and
Will always be a lie.

—————-

I was then again
Told
That I should not
                Worry?
About my future.

—————-

I then told myself
That
Everything I have
Just
Learned is false.

—————

—Thomas James Written on August 13, 2011

It’s nights like this,
That gets me thinking,
Thinking about nothing.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me dreaming,
Dreaming about thinking.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me wondering,
Wondering about dreaming.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me contemplating,
Contemplating about wondering.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me deciding,
Deciding about contemplating.

It’s nights like this,
That gets me nothing,
Nothing about…

Deciding
Contemplating
Wondering
Dreaming
Thinking

Becau­se it’s nights like this,
That thoughts cannot be greater than a wish.

—Thomas James Written on August 11, 2011

What to do, what to do?
Should I sing? Or maybe write a poem or two.
Maybe something about a girl.
Or maybe something about our crazy world.
What about dogs and cats?
Oh, I can even write about the 9/11 attack!
But those dont seem to fit right,
It’s so hard to choose on what to write.
Is this what it means to have a blank mind?
Or am I just not using my time?
Why am I asking questions to myself?
Ugh, there I go again, I think I need some help.
Maybe I can write about how I’m bored,
Also it should deal with swords!
I love to hack and slash,
The sound of iron going clink and clash.
Like back in the day,
Where everything was okay!
Playing make believe,
but now we know, we have all been deceived.
About this thing we call life,
That is always full of strife.
It feels like everything looks bad,
This is making me kind of sad.
Ugh, I should go back to what I’m doing,
But I don’t have a clue and,
I’m really bored,
Oh, is that a sword!?

—Thomas James Written on August 18, 2011

I once remember,
When you were so young,
Like a caterpillar,
Playing in the sun.

So active and small,
You looked like you wanted it all.

And then during a beautiful night,
While everyone’s eyes were fixed upon the moon,
You went missing,
You have hidden yourself in your cocoon.

So quiet and shy,
I asked myself why?

Next thing I knew you came back,
All magnificent and flying so high,
You grew wings!
You became a butterfly.

All that time you kept to yourself,
You wanted no one to give you help.

You wanted everyone to know,
And everyone to see,
That you are beautiful,
Like a Butterfly; as happy as it can be.

—Thomas James Written on August 20, 2011