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I Watched the Angry Walls Burn Down

I watched the angry walls burn down 
today and slowly pour the pain inside
ten caves that hide where daylight dies
among the laughing daffodils with smiles
that fear the season change between the
rocks that once held joy now dashed 
before we ever knew the green that led 
nine souls to rest far from the river where 
one man's loss as eight red wagons slowly 
circle apes who cry like humans not but 
trial and stone placed bones at final 
resting plot beside the bones that call her 
home seven times before I learn the 
answers why the shield prevents the sun
once more as six of sounds crash through
yellow finite life I know not why I know 
not why five times she cries then turns 
around falls four more 'till heaven sends 
three said he for two they were and now 
are
one



11/02/13
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Richards Avatar
November 13, 2013 at 10:20 AM
I'm speechless after reading this one, James.....so powerful are your words and the expression of despair, anger, pain , heartache, cruelty of a way of life that was taken by force..., is even more powerful because of the subtlety of your words. This is wonderful !!
Breidenthal Avatar
November 11, 2013 at 7:44 AM
Amazing work. Someone has endured a ton. I hope all is well and sending love your way. Write on! Always, Laura
Onclaud Avatar
November 7, 2013 at 9:44 AM
hello jimbo... hope to read something new from you.. take care!.:) huggs
Onclaud Avatar
November 4, 2013 at 6:10 AM
power-packed and punchy, jimbo... tou are smokin' today.. wow.:) huggs
A   Avatar
November 3, 2013 at 9:55 PM
Hello Jimbo, wow... sometimes I wonder were the rawness comes from.... I very deep my friend.... always a fan...LINDA
Tacito Avatar
November 3, 2013 at 9:10 AM
Jimbo, this hit me quite hard. I can't imagine what triggered this piece. Wonderful job!
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