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Scared the Jesus from himself
Scared the demons out of hell
You blame the world
Every time you failed
Just ignore me
sweep the ash under the rug
After you burn me
You blame everyone else so well
As far as I can tell
You put the kerosine on yourself
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2012
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Stephen James Poem
Some would ask are you there?
Does it end like this?
Do you have a **** to spare?
Some would say it's ironic
that you hung yourself
from the tree of knowledge
and no one knew you were there
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2014
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Stephen James Poem
Some of us are in the chapel
Hearing the preacher from the pew
Some of us are flipping channels
memes on social media and listen on You Tube
Some don't even take time to wonder
Some don't even think it's true
If you asked me, "Do I trust my father?"
"I'm doing the best that I can do"
"Was the miracle when He walked on water?
Or was the miracle not falling through?"
I answered, "For first time in my life
You know I haven't got a clue"
And do you remember when he said
"In 3 days I'll rise up from the dead"
It was all a little hard to believe for me
until the day he did
I asked him, "Lord, how can I follow you?"
He said, "All you need is faith
But before you go, just let me say
It's not an easy road to take
Every sign you see will point the other way
So, walk not by sight but by faith
And it's not without it's pain
You may find your heart is broken
Your reality bust wide open
And your doubts are overflowin'
But remember this is the road you've chosen
I asked. 'Why's it have to be that way?
And it almost hurt to hear him say
"Because in order appreciate the son
You're gonna need a little rain
It's you're choice to make"
I said, "What will I need to bring?"
My son, you won't need a thing
"No shoes?"
I'll give you wings
"First aid?"
Today by grace you have been saved
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Stephen James Poem
Now I know I aint got much
Not a Bible to believe In
Now my only cars a truck
That I also use to sleep in
Cause' this truck is all I got
My backyard is a parking lot
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Stephen James Poem
Sittin' on top of a champagne night
The city is lit up for the fourth of July
Her kisses already taste like Whiskey
She's tipsy in record time
Threw all of our worries
With all our clothes outside
Tonight, girl. I don't have a worry
Let's lose our manners in a hurry
This aint a good time to be shy
Don't be afraid to tell me what you like
Raise our glass for all the lonely
'Cause that sure ain't us tonight
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Stephen James Poem
He walks downtown
Staring at the pavement
He's got something he needs to say
But he don't know just how to say it
He say's it's not that
I can't get words to flow
There's a message like a letter
My fingers write with every note
These aren't words you put on paper
It's a scripture deep inside my soul
That I pull out with Rock n Roll
No one gets what he is sayin'
They just hear complaining
Through his shitty old guitar
Oh Man, But I can hear him playin'
I know just what he's sayin'
He'll never stop believing
Somewhere his names written on a star
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Stephen James Poem
I'm the blade that cut off your wings
I'm the reason you lost your faith
I'm the demon where the pope lives
I'm the place that your afraid is safe
I'm the hell that you never went through
I'm the threads to a mouth sowed shut
I'm the hope that you rely on
I'm the legs that run out your luck
I'm every stitch and every staple
From the broken heart you won't pick up
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If love was in a box and you threw it in the ocean
Are you saying it's lost it's cause, and you're living with no one?
Or are you saying that you're praying
That somebody someday
Will show you that they
Will jump into your waters
Previously unchartered
Find the box that's loose
and bring it back to you
Because at the end of the box
There was a string you attached
That leads to your heart
If you were to find a way back
and I hope when it's over
You will finally see
At the other end of that rope
it was always just me.
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2010
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Stephen James Poem
Daylight
I miss you every night
That shit don't feel right
When I know this little town
Fits too tight
So, I'm over and I'm out
Cut the mic
You need to know about me
is i do silly impressions
I act hardcore
But when the shit hits the fan
and the fan hits the floor
when all is destroyed
then all is abandoned
But I'm still here standin
Maybe you teach life the lesson
but I don't have a clue
Im completely just guessin
I may be solo
But I put a new meaning to the word
Of So Low
Just promise me you'll never let go
Even when the last resort is no hope
I'm wishing I can make this right
So hold on
and don't close your eyes
And when your grab me
You need to grab me tight
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2016
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If you’re reading this
There’s something I want to tell you
There’s something you ought to know
I will lock you in my memories
Tell me I’ll never be alone
Tell me I’m sleeping and I’m dreaming
Maybe I’ll find out in the end
That when you’re gone it's just the beginning
And one day I’ll see you again
So, save us tonight
Save us four children
As we fight to survive
We’re holding onto wishes
To just stay alive
In 6 feet of sadness
Just save us tonight
As we write one last letter...
Dear to whom this may concern
I found that pull in my soul
And played it out with my guitar
I can call you my pulse
You’re the closest thing to my heart
I can call you the notes
You put the step in my song
You found the light in the storm
Now the drops seem to crash
and if this cigarette would last
I could put the rest to the past
If I could write you a letter
What would I say
If I could start this all over
what would I change
I don’t know what to think
I don’t know where to go
I don’t know who to trust
I don’t know if I know
Does this all get better?
Do I get on my knees?
Do I pray to Jesus?
Will he change anything?
Does he even hear us?
Or do I need to scream?
Save me, whoever
As we write this last letter
It’s 21 years from the start
Sitting on the porch in the back of the yard
I think it was summer of 96 when I asked
"Will you be here forever?" You smiled
And answered yes
So, Save us tonight
Save us four children
From heartache tonight
And we’ll dream of wishes
To just stay alive
In six feet of sadness
As we write one last letter…
Copyright © Stephen James | Year Posted 2010
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