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James Hackett Jr Poem
A Glimpse In A Life
By James Hackett Jr
Grasping Sand
The harder i try to reach you, the gap seems to expand.
Its like grasping at sand the harder I squeeze the more slips through.
I do not know if its the difference in times journey that made me a different man.
Or the course of your life that wants to push me to another plan.
I know loves there but it feels like there has never been a visible stance.
I wish I could know what you know just a quick glance.
A memory of us that makes you smile but thats for you.
Just know I have plenty and its the reason I can still stand.
That is why I will never ask to you change because I know I am just grasping at sand.
The Demons I Hide
We all have demons,
We all have lied,
Its those of us that hide for pride or shame,
That push on others when we are to blame.
I am that man it be wrong to say,
to cast a stone any other way.
Still the question remains,
with out these demons called pain,
Could you appreciate the cool breeze before a midnight rain?
Would love feel so sweet if never burned by its flame?
Don't hide from your demons embrace them.
Walk through the dark and do not faulter.
Pray if you need but know the light of forgiveness is your alter.
Your Eyes
The first time we met we were kids faulty and arragant.
Maybe me more than you cause I never knew love.
That kind of love that hits deep and fast like meteor when something crosses its path.
It wasn't your beauty
It wasnt your smile
I got lost in your eyes
Like an emerald maze of denile
I knew then what I wanted but felt in my heart I was not your aisle.
So we grew up and grew apart but never forgot my desire
to look into to those green eyes of fire
and tell you I love you and it will never extinguish or expire.
A Walk With Death
I never thought so early so young.
I would sit across from you and talk about the things I had done.
I didnt fear you but felt your icey embrace as you took color from my face.
I figured we would just leave and that would be the end of my race.
My dreams my amitions gone without a trace.
Instead you warned me of those who had arranged are date.
Then took me on a stroll through time and through space.
I saw those I left behind and the things they would never hear me say.
Abruptly you asked me is this really how you want to leave in place.
Then I shook my head no embarressed and ashamed you smiled and laughed.
Then you understand, know this was never your path.
We all fall and lose are way, some hit harder than others
you took it to the lowest summit on the lowest plain
As I wondered if this was the true Death's face.
He said remember this moment and learn to walk away.
A moment of warmth and light in my eyes to look up and see my mother.
I finally Understand why.
Music Is Life
To me music is life.
It binds and shares it connects in ways not seen by any eyes
Its an expression of the soul
Or an escape to a world where you find peace and control
It heals wounds and grants courage
motivates in face of determint
Music is the wind that calms the body
The pill that relaxes the mind
It needs no words nor reason to bind
masses of people who would never lend a hand or a dime
come together to celebrate our greatest acheivement
the ability for all creeds to stand together fell it and believe it.
Family
Family isnt bound by blood
Family is bound by love
Its not shared through drugs
created through kisses and hugs
Family is the ability to love
To stand by a brother
when the things get rough
or lend a shoulder
when the world is to tough
Family never asks
Because Family already knows
Family will always be there
when those who claim to to stand toe
leave at the first moment the they think they know
a better oppertunity to find a better tree for their ivy to grow
The Mirror
Looking in the mirror I see the story of my life
The times when I was young fighting for my bike
My first kiss
My first miss
The first time I thought I was going some where great
And the first time I fought to pick myself up after i failed
Times when I couldnt bear it and wanted it to break
Then found the strength to put it back together
After forgiving the shatered pieces of my long going mistakes
Now the mirror is a reminder of of where Ive been but also where im going
once it was a boy looking back laughing and gloating
now its a man who has traveled along road back to it to see where he is going.
Worst Enemie
I am my worst enemie like most im not special.
The struggle is a daily battle between me and him.
But where some look at it as a burden I look to it as a strength.
He is my rival he helps me grow.
Not all battles are one but prgress still shows.
It took time I wasnt always in control.
I have the scars to prove as a reminder to never forget what I know.
Im caring
He is selfesh
Im sharing
He is relentless
He has strengths that I dont have but he doesnt have restraint.
I have strengths he doesnt have but lack the curage to mantain.
We are one and through time are battles have taught us to trust in in each other.
There has always been struggle in out hearts but that is because in my opinion we fight who we are to be who we want people to see and this is what causes us interturmoil.
Dont lose yourself to the world but lose the battle inside.
We only lose when we stop fighting and I will never stop.
Copyright © James Hackett Jr | Year Posted 2016
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I love too much
and It burns at every touch
I am hunted by many
But loved by all those who see joy in ways so petty
I am alone in my thoughts
When I close my eyes not a tear or a drop
Of what is left of a man who still has pride in his heart
So much bloodshed was it even worth the start?
Dreaming of change
That ended in in chains
But that is the way of the world
For those who reach past breath held and sneak out with a pearl
A dream of a chance
That there is such a thing as love at first glance
I loved so many and trusted them down to my last penny
I thought loyalty still existed between brother and kinsman
But that day is gone to the days of what isn't
I never lied nor cheated when it came to a brother
But gave them a home,food and even shared them my mother
Still it wasn't enough to have a roof and have love
Brothers in arms ha! that's long since a dream that is prayed to above
But I leave this for them know they never did break me
I'm stronger and wiser and no longer so easily shaken
I look in there eyes but they look at the floor
I guess pride and respect matters to me just a little more
Know I forgave from the start
I hoped we could share a dream but fell short by your simple remarks
Know I still love you even forgive you so humble
and when the ball drops and you finally stumble
you still have a brother hand out to pull you back as they crumble
Copyright © James Hackett Jr | Year Posted 2016
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I see there judgement
I see there anger
I am how I am
I thrive off the danger
To go where others wont
To stand strong a nomad a stranger
I do what I want
Still toe the line never linger
Is that why your face says what your mouth can not?
I have no to time for fantasies of a low minded of a low minded thinker
I embrace your hate fear and doubt in my decisions
While noticing the split in your own crowd silent division
Right or wrong isn't the factor
Just fleeting moments in wind of happiness with no master
So I see your face as it bends at my laughter
You have no control over whether I achieve greatness or disaster
Only mine in a ripple of reflection carried in the water of time to quick to capture
So carry on faces carry on it doesn't hurt my pride nor my stature
Copyright © James Hackett Jr | Year Posted 2016
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Art is expression of the soul
A single heart
Beating its original song
To judge another is to not know your ownself
To execute with critism from a place of ignorance because another is different
In your mind a misinventent life or maybe they really are a star in the making
You create superman when you spit on a bum
and laugh at those with less
then teach strength through hate and stress
But what do you really own
Ill rhyme for you now so take my claim and try to disown
the fact that your lack of faith or responsible in belieif,and in love
is furthest from truth and ypur just here to who you the shove
to a place where bittereness and hate become the joke
a thought that is no more useful than a bike with no spokes
so as your world goes round
do you consider wether you hold solid ground?
how high really is your mountain
Is it used for pray or plunder
to flank an enemy or to spare a friend?
the future is a flow of change especially in the rain
a ripple in time will change happiness to pain
a poor choose leads to lose and no gain
even if you don't see it its there life reflected in the water
cast a stone and image becomes less clear
throw a bolder and everything is under its own decision to where next to steer
you lost control of where that water flowed
changed what could have been a heart of gold
to an impatiant malicious spirit with a heart as black as coal
Copyright © James Hackett Jr | Year Posted 2016
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