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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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Date: 11/13/2013 10:20:00 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 !!
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Date: 11/11/2013 7:44:00 AM
Amazing work. Someone has endured a ton. I hope all is well and sending love your way. Write on! Always, Laura
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Date: 11/7/2013 9:44:00 AM
hello jimbo... hope to read something new from you.. take care!.:) huggs
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Date: 11/4/2013 6:10:00 AM
power-packed and punchy, jimbo... tou are smokin' today.. wow.:) huggs
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Date: 11/3/2013 9:55:00 PM
Hello Jimbo, wow... sometimes I wonder were the rawness comes from.... I very deep my friend.... always a fan...LINDA
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Date: 11/3/2013 9:10:00 AM
Jimbo, this hit me quite hard. I can't imagine what triggered this piece. Wonderful job!
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