escape

escape

8-4-2012

while you escape from me 

i am bitter with forgiveness, 

you will never visit

and i am left bewildered

do i reign my horses

or let them loose over plain,

like thunder with our cries

like beauty in blue skies

perhaps we will know

whether it was meant to be

or if you did not equal me,

trudge on traveler weary

your only voice lies in an image

i am not even sure that you exist,

i am apt to dream fantastically

and memory is an elegant lie

the stars watch as we question

our very existence, our option

whether to plunge a sweet blade

or taste the breath of life's aid

one thing remains for us here:

to live as we have never done

for many wish to be free, gone

yet trap themselves under cone

one thing remains to be discussed

heated arguments fill our blood

and words spoken, heart flood

will we ever sustain our drown out

rising seas and scouring resources

the real answer lies behind struggle

chasing something we do not want

products we need to buckle, taunt

meet me where the sun hits cement

i will be lying there in suspense

hoping my mind's eye sees clearly

or if i am lied there by angels

the future unknown is clear

but a sharp picture of our past

do we hold dear to our bier

shift the engine, work the gear

i am no prophet, but a seer

James P McCabe

embrace

embrace

8-3-2012

i feel your embrace

and the conjunction of memory

sweeping me free,

living painfully

no restraints or limits

but what are walls

erect, replace and rebuild

leave me to run uphill

good, cause your face

i may never replace

but will surely find its mate

in another time, place

how beautiful your caress

when you lie at your best

and cease to interrupt rest,

moments like ruby gems

if only we were always alike

and not asleep during the night

I would never have to write

or make jokes to spite

and the moon fills the night sky

covering everything in shadow,

or delicate moonbeam like dream

I have been sucked dry, lifeblood all

bring me to another time

where we dance and skate away

with nothing but our youth

children til this very day

i imagine past landscapes

and wish to construct it all

but am left wondering withal:

where did our innocence fall?

was it like a tree split into fours

or screaming inaudibly behind doors,

the evolution of time and freedom

mind dozing , jab the inoculation

a delicate and wonderful past

will make our future to enact,

and if we live free under no pact

we may yet call ourselves a fractal

coalescing and descending beautifully

we become one as a starlight mix

no one will ever hear our moans

or our death cries in night alone

we have but data to hold together

our own worlds, our thoughts

and we are lost in a binary spout

of which it holds almighty clout

there is no god but a computer

hidden inside a delicate plastic shell

waiting for my bloodboil hell

to rip and reconstruct its well

James P McCabe