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A grain of salt

A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age

The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:

It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt.
Though in reality, they are both adults

What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?
To believe this I refuse.

Adults of seniority, arent always mature
Bickering, arguing with each other,
Talking over the other
Neither letting either get one word in edgewise
Their bodies mature, years experienced
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children


The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescence,

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2016



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The modern age

Look how far civilization has come,
Take away all of our technology and advances
And we are still the same
Primitive
Bloodthirsty
Savages
That we were 2000 years ago.

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2017

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The Voyage

"Existence is an ocean."
 
The body is a vessel, this life is a sea.
God brings the winds that fill its sails,
But it's captain is only me.
Other ships may come and fire against us
My crew may plot a mutiny,
If succeed they do, and if I lose
My ship goes down with me.
 
No one else will tell me how,
Or why, or what, or when.
Till the sea swallows us up,
And it's waters birth us anew.
Till I say good bye, the final time,
And sail those seas again.

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2015

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As I lay dying

As I lay dying I cling to this life, everything in it 
The pain and the strife,  the heartbreak the sorrow
Always knowing you can start over tomorrow
As I lay dying , I feel too much regret
Frantic and panicked, what did I expect? 
If I had moved to the right, but I went to the left
As my life leaves me, I feel myself wade into the shore 
But no matter anymore, the big sleeps knocking at my door

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2015

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The forest

When a tree falls in the forest, 

is it heard by the stone?

As it whispers to the grass,

one last and final groan.

Does the moss cradle it's dying branches,

While creeks and rivers stop their flow?

Or does it die as it lived?

still and silent, all alone.

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2016



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The Throne

When in my heart I feel a shade 
And I see that darkness blend into a grey.
When a soul corrupts from spite and hate 
When all they are is led astray, one kind act.
May be our tomorrow's sorrows saved.
As our innocent suffer, 
and our privileged feel blessed.
Whats there to show
For every breath we invest?
In the clothes and the cars,
and the goods that we make.
We watch rich men laugh
As they skip to the bank.

For what evil lives in this cruel world
Does so in the grey.
It lies not in the poor families shambled house,
or the homeless man sleeping in the cold night.
Not even the criminal who repented for his mistakes.
If what is good and true is what they embrace.
Where wealthy men sit and lament in fine clothing
But to the poor? He says "No sir not one cent more!"
"To hell with the jesus crap, I paid for these church walls!"
"I made my own fortune, poor people should too"
"Everything I did is what you could do too!"
Then he walks right through the house of god's doors.
He smiles and shakes hands with our daughters and sons
Where if you looked deep in his heart
You would tell them to run. 

What lies in his soul is what tears us apart
There is such where all demons hide,
Where daylight flees a pale winter sun, 
And the blood moon rises  
Above a withered sacred oak,
Where legions march 
The rivers run with blood
The houses empty
No fires in those hearths
and all the wealthy man's souls, 
sit beside him on the throne. 

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2017

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Intangible

From the soul, comes logic and emotion
Rationale and objectivity, Passion and belief
It's flaws of ego, arrogance, and self interest
All are self-evident dimensions of the soul
To find ground in only one, hinders only yourself

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2017

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Will I fall

My questions, I answer. 
They ring with self doubt.
Will I lose my grip,
If I should trip, fall down? 

Same answers, I question.
Always never so sure.
If I fall from my grace,
is it just what I deserved?

The answers and questions,
Swirling round from below. 
When it affected my courage?
So very long ago. 

Answers, Questions
Minds never cease.
Question yourself
Find inner peace.

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2017

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Queen of Misery

She wears a crown upon her head,
A beautiful crown it is.
Bright threads of silver,
But studded with thorns.
It tears her skin,
Yet she wears it gladly.
She welcomes the source
Of her agony.
She can't be saved,
She doesn't want to be. 
But I can't forget.

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2015

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Colors fade

With every war man has waged,
the countless banners he displays.
You cannot kill mankind's will, 
his bombs, bullets, or blades.
It's his will to die seeing his prided flags wave, 
fear not the sorrow his death may bring.
All the dead men's colors,
live to fight and see another day.
Descendent banners gladly raise,
and his kin like fools still cling,
to that which must, and will fade away.

Copyright © James Moon | Year Posted 2017

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