tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25924726403839538232011-04-21T15:45:08.067-05:00random entries of poetry and inconsequential thoughtsJameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-58807486378191962252009-01-21T10:51:00.003-06:002009-01-21T11:06:57.863-06:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />i am upstream and swimming<br />scales glistening in bright sun<br />golden pink and blue diamonds<br />or a shadow 'neath a quiet willow<br />anchored to the narrow bank of earth<br /><br />see...i dance when you come to sit<br />beside me and watch in rippled silence<br />my tail waves all the way to the surface<br />toss a stone and I will chase the bait<br />out and into the sunlight's reflection<br />i am busy in my happy and lazy self<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-5880748637819196225?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-81306446961328326562009-01-20T09:36:00.004-06:002009-01-20T11:54:42.508-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXYPzR5EsnI/AAAAAAAAADA/MqJe7gHJf2s/s1600-h/lightbulbmatch.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXYPzR5EsnI/AAAAAAAAADA/MqJe7gHJf2s/s400/lightbulbmatch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435785671127666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Let this be a day of HOPE...as we change leadership once again.<br /><br />Let us step out of the darkness...and flourish once more in the light.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-8130644696132832656?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-34021666714788089292009-01-19T14:13:00.000-06:002009-01-19T14:17:29.702-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXTfkmBA6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ioj2Y7v6cUA/s1600-h/%231a+surrealism+blackboard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXTfkmBA6ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ioj2Y7v6cUA/s400/%231a+surrealism+blackboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293101281840261522" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-3402166671478808929?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-50224171678190815512009-01-19T11:07:00.005-06:002009-01-19T13:08:11.165-06:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;">ink for a poor man's diary</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">the lampblack of a lanterns chimney<br />I scrape over a fresh snow stained<br />from where I made my mistakes<br /><br />I should stand at the door only<br />receiving handouts like a beggar<br />never to enter again where the sweet<br />scent of tea invites me<br /><br />moving down the road<br />until I am home again<br />alone as it should be<br />waiting for the melting<br /><br />you have startled me into believing<br />the snow will never be as white<br />nor the company ever as sweet<br />as we like to pretend<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-5022417167819081551?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-29327600101344530942009-01-18T20:41:00.004-06:002009-01-18T21:07:53.753-06:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />i am<br />eighty percent melancholy<br />all drawn out<br />in colorless taffy<br /><br />a wad<br />of brittle rubberbands<br />all rotting away<br />in an old cuban cigar box<br /><br />touch me<br />i am twenty percent waiting<br />for nothing in particular<br />I have time<br /><br />i am a hundred percent<br />in the throes of inspiration<br />and compassion<br />and i am all dressed up<br /><br />with no place to go<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-2932760010134453094?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-78675707644338081952009-01-18T10:00:00.003-06:002009-01-18T13:39:10.744-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXOEU6wnApI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dtTKQB3VzDs/s1600-h/%231a+ByLightofFaye+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXOEU6wnApI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dtTKQB3VzDs/s400/%231a+ByLightofFaye+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292719481995854482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">she turns the darkness<br />into something I can see<br />slender through a winter window<br /><br />she travels across the quiet<br />meadows of my wall like<br />a ribbon of sun<br /><br />telling me the time each hour<br />near, far, somewhere in between<br />until it is night once again<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-7867570764433808195?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-19457378222315364332009-01-17T19:40:00.003-06:002009-01-17T19:49:37.287-06:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;">i am<br />the one<br />that paid that guy five bucks<br />just to tell me if the sun was<br />gonna come up again tomorrow.<br /><br />he was right too...<br /><br />money well spent.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-1945737822231536433?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-68318929223960436542009-01-16T17:38:00.006-06:002009-01-16T20:25:12.266-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXEwgAylbbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vnD9oe7skCo/s1600-h/A+nude+in+the+forest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rrFKeZmMl5c/SXEwgAylbbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vnD9oe7skCo/s320/A+nude+in+the+forest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292064363663158706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />stand with your back to me now<br />and I will fade into the forest<br /><br />rain gathering in the crevices<br />and folds of my upturned leaves<br /><br />blue skies will fade by night<br />your image no longer standing<br /><br />you will look the same as forest<br />in the back-light of the moon<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-6831892922396043654?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-49145664811953332032009-01-16T16:41:00.003-06:002009-01-16T16:48:17.892-06:00another step up,<br />spiral extends like thermals<br />beneath a birds wings.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-4914566481195333203?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2592472640383953823.post-83940007891971093002009-01-16T12:15:00.000-06:002009-01-16T16:15:04.160-06:00paper bird unfolds,<br />in ink are words that free songs<br />fluted throat of heart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2592472640383953823-8394000789197109300?l=feedingpigeons.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02136149212061307605noreply@blogger.com4