Saturday, January 11, 2003

 
Do You Remember…?

Do you remember those days?
Possibilities were endless
Not dead-end paved roads of colorless sidewalks
Where fear of the gun is more common than a casual greeting.
Do you remember those days?

Do you remember those days?
Where the next weekend
Was not just another weekend.
Where a smile from a friend
Did not carry life’s burdens.
Do you remember those days?

Do you remember those days?
Trying new things was an adventure
Not a possible regret or risk.
Better doing what you said
Not saying what you will do.
Do you remember those days?

Do you remember those days?
Where hope was alive
In our every day life
And faith did not hang raggedly
On the coat-tails of despair.
Do you remember those days?

James posted this at 10:23 PM.

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

 
My voice carries with it the weight of a pin –
Bright eyes and erstwhile historians
Feel not the feather of faith I bring.
But my name is a butcher of millions
Etched in fire and stone immemorial
Carried by voices not my own
To father orders of false angels.

James posted this at 8:06 PM.

 
I desire a house of pain
Where drama drives the heart
And cultivates the brain.
I want a noble part
In some courageous plan
That is half cocked and vain
Yet a thrill ride through and through
So that at least I will know some pain
Before the dullness of perfection makes it rough
For me to part with the sane
To venture forth from the plain.

James posted this at 8:04 PM.

Monday, January 06, 2003

 
On the state of education...

On a thin thread, the future hangs precariously
Bound by weighted hooks:
Whale-ish expectations upon which stand
Myriad worlds of possibility, frozen in guarded patience
Ready to snap into savage reality
The innocence of youthful optimism
Drowned by ink, red with desperate hope


James posted this at 10:45 PM.