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