The Hampshires ( A Short Poem by James J)

In the Hampshires a young boy rides his bike
The rickety spokes keep turning tire tread
On the pond a fowl paddles soft and slow
Raindrops ease down the withered clock tower

In the Hampshires an old man sits quite still
The crumbling stairs support his whisky cup
The barn hides rats in its dark wooden walls
The wind carries the scent of a deep rain

In the Hampshires an old dog lays restless
A velvet chair holds his dusty worn bones
On the sill a crow awaits its next meal
Echoes as soft as a whisper are heard

If Only ( A poem by James J )

If i could love you with every fiber of my being 

If i could give you every ounce of my passion 

If i could protect you with every cell in my body

Would it be enough?

If i showed you all of my scars

If i confessed all of my lies 

If i unlocked all of my doors  

would it be enough?

If i wrote you the most beautiful letter

If i sang you the prettiest song

If i painted you a masterpiece 

would it be enough? 

If i gave you everything 

would i be enough?

 

 

 

 

 

Desires ( A Poem By James J )

i stand upon the edge of the earth

looking out upon infinity

my desires are to be free

but a soul bound by desires cannot be free

 

i scream but no sound is heard

for i am a ripple in the strumming of chords

a leaf floating in the winds of time

pushing me towards my destiny

 

beauty surrounds me as i open my eyes

my lungs are filled with the seduction of air

sunlight glimmers off this canvas of land

and spreads over this endless earth

 

beauty is but a flicker in the candle of life

it is eventually extinguished and replaced

darkness uncloaks itself and poses as fear

fear drives us to spill blood for beliefs

 

salvation is preached but not understood

for death does not require salvation

death only requires us in the end

but it is in death that we find beauty

 

the beauty of life is that it does not last forever

immortality would veil us in darkness

for a life lived bound by endless desires

is a life in which we would never be set free