lying in wait

lying in wait

5-30/31-2012

here I am, lying in wait

for a magical mistress

she may bewitch me,

I am happy she can;

now I miss her so

for the ones that lay

beneath fire sheets with me-

a lucky few seen gift,

how different is reality;

how glad am I to live

I wish she would grant me:

free reign over her curved torso,

passage to conquer her wholly

now all fade...

the morning is our time to shine

maybe one day we will know

if ever love was as strong as ours,

or if we kid ourselves on long nights

the tempest changes course instantly...

and I am left bewildered in the wake

in my mind, I may fly anywhere

rest atop a mountain then sail to sea

even find myself knelt beside she

for even if our time was short (long)

it shan’t be forgotten, like our expressions

I don't know if ever she will climb me

or if she will understand what she had,

but I can guarantee that many passages

written and unwritten- are given a voice;

unlike my desires throughout the year

she may grow tired of me, annoyed even

but I will claim that when she lies before another

her mind will linger to our long nights

her poor memory will retain some details...

her heart will remember all that passed

if I could mail a letter to past partner

she would receive it kindly, and with luck

may she proceed through this life undeterred

and reverent to past loves (she still knows me);

was I ever unchanged from birth

James P McCabe

the best most createst

the best most createst
3.19.2012

the best most createst man lived in a small room
with dusty cobwebs his neighbors,
and a stuck, dry room to call his own;
his bed was shaped like a flattened rock
and he slept upon it, smiling smock

that many moved out of his smallest room
to a larger room, with ventilation, upstairs
he could maybe claim another in his bed;
was glad to receive a good herb instead
and happily, humbly took his stay

a sailor’s cap he had donned, white
and wore a collared-shirt, white
but wore black soles underneath feet;
destined for his peddling or walking
he knew the town, inside and out

friends’ willing hands eagerly treated decor
and one’s wrists whipped dust from the floor
his would-be lounge was empty and clean;
the elevation of his mind was grinning mean
and eyes, half-open, gleam beneath pink lids

soon work would give him little respite
from a, at times, grim and bleak light
his friends were close as thread on spool;
and willing to throw in with a greenish hue
or a magenta, blanketed inside of capsule

James P McCabe

delectable

delectable

2-18-2012

old friends, family and food

make an inspired, delectable mood;

oh the stories to tell

and history to recount-

we grow again together

with great thoughts roaming

am left wondering alien landscapes:

where to go with legs energetic

spinning wildly through time/space-

love denoted beauty on face

new names and features,

how eager the ear to listen

when among good company;

now fly free white bird

sail over foreign cloud absurd

the future is unwritten by a

thousand scribes divining why,

forever pondering in flight;

my the wings now outstretched

and bruises left to heal

and an open wound is unsown

my very heart I may disown

yet its feelings I cannot ignore,

nor the ceiling to stare at from floor;

many paths winding, future finding

mood climbing or wanderers' timing

with exactness the deliverance of victory-

spent frugally or anonymously

each event shares its importance;

whether cut short or prolonged with short notice

-

"his discolored, sallow eyes gazed deeply into.."

"eternity, which stretched forever onwards..."

"groping fingers for crag on precipice found little.."

"great hope grew beneath an exhausted demeanor..."

"he climbed until the sky knighted his shoulders with mist..."

"and walking through the clouds, great revelations came..."

"a figure appeared before him dressed in white gown..."

"his failing eyes grew watery with the divine sight..."

"hope sprang inside his stolid heart, and he wept..."

"four miniscule droplets of vapor dotted his every pore..."

"raising his hands upward, he walked through stratus and cirrus..."

"and just as he thought the journey's enlightenment was done..."

"the descent over a green valley, wide and fertile, waited for him..."

"he sprang into the jungle with every inch of skin devoted to explore..."

"the humid atmosphere enveloped him, body and soul, completely..."

"she waited with feet tapping, mind wondering and wandering..."

"her dream man was suffering gradually, though he enjoyed the cadence..."

"his shorn face and inebriated mind welcomed all experience..."

"many of them waited for his call, one day, to summon and live..."

"though weary, he pressed ever onwards, knowing the awards ahead"

James P McCabe

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