Today

today

12-30-2011

today

writing a list of

items to complete

exhaust muscle

ready for relax

I think of her

night and day

memory relay:

glorious essence

we are one

-

what good is skill

when deceiver

proved innocent

told wrong

what is right?

here, I have expertise

in showing you after

life and with ease

do I navigate stream

or web, large dream

her unconfidence

and devout weakness

unsettles the sand;

live for the ripple

dive in pond

for sure I will bolster

your ego insecure,

ask what you feel-

if you are comfort

show you are       able

much done in a week

now I desire little:

rest and do as want

for none can tell

what lies within

a journey unfolds

in memory fold:

I am walking

you, berating the sun

both at ease

James P McCabe

Aspirations 11.3/4.2011

Aspirations

11.3/4.2011

I remembered
and every phrase
or part of body therein
was disconnect

She was fantastic
but grew less bright
ambition, motivation dim-
enough for her, not him

He had larger aspirations:
to see the bright sky and
feel hot blood run in vein-
his dreams were higher

She was the dream as vapor
Tugging as soon as offering
Whisking as soon as riding
For the waves were kind, we

Were stuck inside a picture
with the borders bleeding free
sailing over wall elegantly neat;
inside the smoke bloom we meet

She sits there staring at me
Asking to know my face or response;
Less desiring to wake and embrace
Than relax in the crystal(,) sleep spawns

He was commanded by another
was not himself around others, but smiled
for his cage was there, holding tight
the jail was iron; temptation relented

so mastery was born; I am the master
of my own fate and way (the winds also)
Decide victory and it shall be so;
Concede before starting is defeat

Aspire high, throw net far
Constellations have our love printed
and far away we are watched admiringly;
everlasting the winds, buffeting in directions*

James P McCabe

*Change was proposed to awaken
welcomed with open heart to inner chamber;
discussion held within trunk for truth
one path emerges: do, not think

For we would be lead to think to empty victory
yet never feel the trophy or sense its presence;
If we aspire high, we hit the stars aiming for moon-
We land farther than thought

Thoughts and Musings

(just a small section of running thoughts)
8-24-2011


I found inner aura among roots

that pricked and prodded my ego into restlessness

o how I love thee nature

how you fill me whole

I feel the buzz of active loving life run

nothing can stop my spirit from wandering

it is a beautiful thing

to plant love in every cove

watch the spirits grow inside trunks

the forest is alive and glad

to have a napping youngster to sing with

he skips stones on rivers

and with delight does he laugh

genuine release into open air

not a care, to care in warm or cool wind

rattling my bones- progressing tendons

do not hate for the lifting aura

I encase you in growth of forgiving

and together we mature beyond aggression

green rippling aura is mischievous and loving

and life is wonderful

I am glad to have a strong body and mind

a loving family and friends

the attention of a prince, trunk of one

Pleasure finds me in loving myself

as we all must do, as we are with it twenty-

four hours a day (oh there mischief goes again)

teehee and the book of understanding is shut

James P McCabe

Thoughts of Friends

Thoughts of Friends

8-24-2011

I am a raging beast

and your face reminds me

of the years where I hugged misery,

you all kept me afloat

When time dragged me forwards

I still remembered days where no other query

Was to see your shining face,

And now - when you appear

I hide brazen race

Someone's raised a hand,

All too easy to connect skin-

When just a mass of worry

Hell, how fond do clouds return

Music pulls me hours, weeks away

Balancing on the edge within sight

Troposphere keep me alight.

How quickly did you pass [into]

My vision, which is hazy and sleep [aloft]

With the sky setting quickly

Dreamers miss failing sunlight, I also.

Do you wait for resolution

Or the running sun to wake you-

You that keep shadows as lovers,

Covering soft pallid skin from view

Or did you see my flailing arms

Draw strokes luminescent in night sky,

Driving rain did not drive me off-

On the doorstep of release I bawled

Wishing for a light to set me afire

All cursory comment debilitate inspired near-hate

Legs and trunk move quicker under lash

Of burning detail of rambling lips rash

Now I may sit when the day slows around me

And get pulled in a thousand directions,

Perhaps forget where I am or where I go-

But never what lies inside (thoughts aside)

James P McCabe

Just A

Just A

6-14-2011

just
a
cheek
sticking
out

just
a
voice
ringing
loud

just
a
body
quite
voluptuous

just
a
wonderful
woman
laughing

a
just
world
where
I am free

I
am
alive
along stolid
arms

just-
ice
served
warmly
beside me

I
feel
the
ages pass
me by

I
am
a
cheery
soul

the
precipice
is
never
far down

somedays,
time
couldn’t
go
slower

at
the best
of times,
couldn’t
go faster

every day
is a good
day
a good
day to die

today
(caught myself)
brooding
(taught the self)
to lean and smile

it
seems
the sad
parts
come often

all too
often
the good
ones pass
bye

but these
are
glorious
days,
and many (are they)

glorious
in
every sense
of the
word

James P. McCabe

Lovely Years

Lovely Years

Insp. Ahmad - Back In The Day, Sharam feat. Cudi - She Came Along

6-13-2011

I didn't think that I

would

love

again

Phrases repeated

for days

a "I love you"
many ways

Things forgot

things remembered

moving

on

missing

her presence,

spending time-

pleasant

to take her

around

the

world

are there people

you would

spend time

for a while

people you couldn't

imagine anywhere else (but here)

spots unfilled,

happiness continues

friends, we will see again

someday

maybe not here, not now

somedays

i'm glad

that I forget

or else become

overwhelmed

pictorially

every image burnt on eyelid

thank god

for subconscious

every path taken

leads to another

our ways diverge

sentiments merge

we will call upon our fellows

and bellow,

"how well spent-

those lovely years!"

James P. McCabe

Wiiide

Wiiide

6-1-2011


Smiling like an ocean wide
Crisp paper sends me aflight
The planes wings
My feathery wings

Soar like a spirit
Soar
Like a spirit
Soar

And some tell of mold
While secret inner is unbold
Lest they should perk up
Chronos lilts softly

With blood from his mouth
Smiling around the rim
He tells me
He ate all his children

But a man climbed from the gape
To reveal the bloody nurturant rape
Of family, too young to escape
Gods like creatures, men or animals ripe

Oh the lust
And bloodthirsty rust-ic brood
Fuses bust
Families turn on each other rude

But hope-
That suffering will elope,
Like a cascading breeze
Lifting me from knees

And the last whisper
Like the pages unfold when crisper-
To rule the day, not rue
And all misfortune undue

Twer’ the happiest sound
Of the pony unladen!
Twer’ the joy abound
Elated when laid in

James P. McCabe

Thoughts Afloat

Thoughts Afloat

5-12-2011

Insp. Flight 101 - Robbie Techno, Still Dre Instr., Never Gonna Give You Up - Black Keys

An owl is a friend:

Announcing is midnight elation,

He calls in moonlight(er)

She responds excitedly (we are peaked)

-

Philosopher grabbed all in reach

Taught ideas to stand out, to reek

For weeks taught others speech

Drank hem, smelt lock, not caught weak

Love becomes strength,

when held for any length.

of time long past, years ago

compassion set them free, wisdom let them go

I let worry take its hurry 'cause

Much happened in the flurry

Found a woman (the grown man)

With tendrils of heart rowan

Pump arterie, blood in vein

If I grew, will do again

Women for wisdom, rain

Cleanse pore, in doubt: sane

Emotion change or same

Different enchantress flame

Time to waste, aside in game-

How better phrase words, how to frame:

The tidal for feeling acute

No words, just a tongue mute

Galaxy web, caught in thread

Sighing, dreaming as I lay on bed

Did events actually pass

Without word for feelings not crass

Yea, every moment precious

Yea, ever remember spacious:

How nights passed

Without a single "you" or "I"

How days last

With thoughts sky-high

Or if she sought another:

A bean-bag of a poultry guy,

I'd craft (in between a laugh)

How to procure wheat from rye,

How to pick the apple from her eye.

James P. McCabe

Swinging Legs

Swinging Legs
4.19.2011

they’re calling you
on the broadcast,
the broad waves last
echo the verse
ride a universe

[BREAK]

a little bit
of
the earth spirit
entered me

I went with it
up into thine tree
rolling (and)
rolling, awee!

you were there
swinging legs
you laughed at high
swinging legs

if only you could climb
but for standing knives
knaves waiting to rave(l)
basta! and all are grave(d)
but for the peoples (fifty)

i’ve no object for focus
my swinging blur is allure
if only twer’ target over there
i’d have a piecemeal lunch, aware
must lose ego, accost!

we are on a planet
(one of eight other planets)
revolving around a star
a man is born, the universe hears?
perhaps revolving energy here hears?

“Yarr!” We’re not empty, or were we (ninety %)
Filled with empty matter
And she cried, empty matter
But were I less frill empty matter

A brave man spoke
(Big paw, small brain)
Rolling on spokes
broiling (and)
toiling, dificil!

James P. McCabe

Spill and Drop Cup

Spill and Drop Cup
4-18-2011

Spill and drop cup
Both common
Occurrence arriving
Spiel diving
Hunched for the storm

Place yourself
In a state of openness
Complete vulnerability
Dragons become chameleons;
I am a dagger in an alley
~
What you want
Where you want it
The veil mistakes itself for straw
Hay thinks up rot, gnaws
Gone for the moment, wings spread (caw)

In the burlap with dusty mold-
er’s hands shaping me up, ascending
into a clay prototype, the body chiseled
out of earth and a man is his worth
not by the numbers, but by his growth

I am the entertainment show and am not present sorry
for the delay but I cannot show up today, maybe a way
will find its path in the trekker’s swath or in another’s grasp
whether they be on the map or lost inside of mask
unveil; hidden or forbidden from the on-the-go lookers

I am a spirit
I am a flask
Pour me onto the ground
Watch me gasp and with final words, rasp -
“I am drunk but I never empty”

James P. McCabe

I See Many

I see many

4-16-2011

People whining over

Their little things

Not focused on the big

Picture (them included)

Oh! I’m hungry?

Why don’t I call into a block

To bring me food and suck

On my clock (speedy delivery or death)

Oh! I’ve opportunities?

Why don’t I squander and into

Sordid thoughts wander - for life

Is much better in a negative ponder (don’t respond? goner)

I see many, many people

Drinking in wealth with disgust

Too tired to bust - a nut

Or be thankful enough

They say the tragedy is man

Will always seek for more

While within his grasp,

He’s quipped with love galore

James P. McCabe