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