Various poems
SNOWY DAY
If you walked my shoes you still woundn't know!
These were the replies to all who would show.
Their interests for me fell on deaf ears.
Their bellow I drowned in my beers.
Hear me now for what I have learned.
Is that all have lived and been burned.
All can live life with pain.
What's harder is to give them gain.
The hardest lesson I learned is it's not about me.
It's about giving other's happiness and glee.
For there is too much suffering in this world.
Who am I to snuff someone and leave them in the cold.
james
LOVE... A STAB AT POETRY
What happens to a dark heart on a cold night with no one around?
fear
Who loves a mean man with angry eyes and a black soul?
me
Why help the decrepit bum or starving child on the side of a road?
for there went I
How can hate be curtailed with no one being the wiser or missing where it went?
love
james
To Dance
by james adams
In this life, 25 years I have wasted. I was taught how to love, and I hated.
I was told how to care when I was young, instead other's I shunned.
I was informed, in order to live I must be brave, yet only my neck was I looking to save.
To take that chance, I was not willing. I lost love, life, and forgot the lore... I even forgot how to dance.
To shuffle my feet, to open that door, to risk it all. I couldn't do it, I was afraid of the fall.
Instead I ran, and concocted one helluva plan.
On how it wouldn't be the same, that this time I could lay my claim. Here I could start again and remake myself with a devil's grin.
There was a problem with my reinvention. Only one part I left out of the equation.
It's that I was me, and no matter where I went, it's what I'll always be. No matter where I get sent.
The truth is that in my travels, I was lost, and always was I to pay the cost.
Now that isn't quite true, on others my debt was to accrue. Time and again, with my action's their hearts i slew.
At one time I knew how to dance, how to sing, to take my life by the horns, to take a chance, have a fling, laugh and adorn.
I lost it on the way while hurting others in my play. I was shakespeare's poor player. Strutting on the stage and unable to see past the haze.
I was lost, and did not know what to do.
I was found. Not by myself, but by a friend. Someone who stuck with me as a sailor to the sea.
They had me find myself, not from without but within. To face my doubts and answer for sin.
To be the person that I should, full of love, hope, and living free, leaving fear behind so I no longer flee.
To find myself I had to stop. my running was over, my play was done.
True life is mine once more, and to dance...there was something i had to do before I could traverse that floor.
To shed my lies, to open my eyes, for I was once in a play, now the character I must leave on the way.
The play is done and my story now begun. To doubt myself not even though the way is frought. With hate greed and sloth. For Now that I am me, and in all directions I can see.
There will be pain, hurt and loss. And even though this is true, there is something more that I look forward to.
For I can now love, laugh and care. To share my life with friends, old and new, on this road I currently hew.
Now about that dance, I have found the beat, and with new shoes on my feet I will walk to that floor.
I will sing, dance... hell, I might even prance.
I don't know where you're supposed to go, and what you are to do.
I only know that where I have gone and what I have done was only sometimes steeped in sin.
I too started innocent and blind to the world. It took a travel to find myself, and With everything that's been.
I left to find who I was, and now I am to return. To the same place I came from, yet nothing is the same.
I have gone through life and lived through pain. I have had dreams fall to time as I whiled life away, just to remember the role I used to play.
I have life yet to live and love yet to find. With friends who were in heart all the time.
Even though I am away, I am coming home, and the life that was shall not be. Instead something better in it's place I'll see.
(This poem was inspired by a poem by my friend kara... she's good ppl)
james
SNOWY DAY
If you walked my shoes you still woundn't know!
These were the replies to all who would show.
Their interests for me fell on deaf ears.
Their bellow I drowned in my beers.
Hear me now for what I have learned.
Is that all have lived and been burned.
All can live life with pain.
What's harder is to give them gain.
The hardest lesson I learned is it's not about me.
It's about giving other's happiness and glee.
For there is too much suffering in this world.
Who am I to snuff someone and leave them in the cold.
james
LOVE... A STAB AT POETRY
What happens to a dark heart on a cold night with no one around?
fear
Who loves a mean man with angry eyes and a black soul?
me
Why help the decrepit bum or starving child on the side of a road?
for there went I
How can hate be curtailed with no one being the wiser or missing where it went?
love
james
To Dance
by james adams
In this life, 25 years I have wasted. I was taught how to love, and I hated.
I was told how to care when I was young, instead other's I shunned.
I was informed, in order to live I must be brave, yet only my neck was I looking to save.
To take that chance, I was not willing. I lost love, life, and forgot the lore... I even forgot how to dance.
To shuffle my feet, to open that door, to risk it all. I couldn't do it, I was afraid of the fall.
Instead I ran, and concocted one helluva plan.
On how it wouldn't be the same, that this time I could lay my claim. Here I could start again and remake myself with a devil's grin.
There was a problem with my reinvention. Only one part I left out of the equation.
It's that I was me, and no matter where I went, it's what I'll always be. No matter where I get sent.
The truth is that in my travels, I was lost, and always was I to pay the cost.
Now that isn't quite true, on others my debt was to accrue. Time and again, with my action's their hearts i slew.
At one time I knew how to dance, how to sing, to take my life by the horns, to take a chance, have a fling, laugh and adorn.
I lost it on the way while hurting others in my play. I was shakespeare's poor player. Strutting on the stage and unable to see past the haze.
I was lost, and did not know what to do.
I was found. Not by myself, but by a friend. Someone who stuck with me as a sailor to the sea.
They had me find myself, not from without but within. To face my doubts and answer for sin.
To be the person that I should, full of love, hope, and living free, leaving fear behind so I no longer flee.
To find myself I had to stop. my running was over, my play was done.
True life is mine once more, and to dance...there was something i had to do before I could traverse that floor.
To shed my lies, to open my eyes, for I was once in a play, now the character I must leave on the way.
The play is done and my story now begun. To doubt myself not even though the way is frought. With hate greed and sloth. For Now that I am me, and in all directions I can see.
There will be pain, hurt and loss. And even though this is true, there is something more that I look forward to.
For I can now love, laugh and care. To share my life with friends, old and new, on this road I currently hew.
Now about that dance, I have found the beat, and with new shoes on my feet I will walk to that floor.
I will sing, dance... hell, I might even prance.
I don't know where you're supposed to go, and what you are to do.
I only know that where I have gone and what I have done was only sometimes steeped in sin.
I too started innocent and blind to the world. It took a travel to find myself, and With everything that's been.
I left to find who I was, and now I am to return. To the same place I came from, yet nothing is the same.
I have gone through life and lived through pain. I have had dreams fall to time as I whiled life away, just to remember the role I used to play.
I have life yet to live and love yet to find. With friends who were in heart all the time.
Even though I am away, I am coming home, and the life that was shall not be. Instead something better in it's place I'll see.
(This poem was inspired by a poem by my friend kara... she's good ppl)
james