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James Swartz Poem
In my emptiness there is a silence
that shatters my thoughts into fragments.
When I reach for you, it is hopeless.
Lost in the morning sunlight
take my word sang on chord
no lies held as you hold me
No words needed for this shared
Letting go of all the past, as
I breathe in your strength.
Without the weight of waking
alone in the contest for a soul
your words hide the poison
A realm within the board where
passion awaits a winner on one
end to be the giver for the group
No contest posted in the morning
make up to be told in the same way
manners are what kept the fire hot
Like a butterfly without wings. Love, lost,
vapor dreams, chronic nostalgia turning
in my grave of buried sorrows and regret
Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2018
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James Swartz Poem
When my fingers hurt
the pain binds and forms
at the base of my greatest fear
I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that
What words were on the tip of my tongue
Are drying up into dust in my mouth
The taste that lingers a lifetime
a sickness summoned for the saints
to strafe the fear growing inside the soul
My heartbeat escalates to full speed
But my body is numb to the floor
And my mind is in a twirling tornado
Tears of fear rush down into streams
When my fingers hurt and I can not write
this fear beckons to my mind
as I use the verbs to clear the nerves
Can you hear the drops of my tears
Drumming to the beat of my fear
Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2017
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James Swartz Poem
Caught off guard in templates of color
that feeling I have frozen in the flesh
is singed by the siege of beauty served
Burnt oranges,reds,and colors of ash
Lusciousness and fleshy desires
Is it just a depiction my eyes have envisioned
Created and demonstrated to cut the frame
edging the sight to save the soul that saw
poison in the passion of painted pictures
Our juices produced the perfect antidote
Which laid the blueprint for the impeccable frame
Together our bodies permeated the template
A border to beset the beast buried
under the blunder of censored skills
with the site to see free in cyanide
Boarders now imperturbable
Representation remains unblembished
Unwanted deciphering becomes unresponsive
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James Swartz Poem
City Lights In The Rain A Collaboration
His umbrella in hand held so very tight,
as he stands there motionless, in the park.
Gazing at a city, that lured him each night.
This city the only place, to ever leave it's mark.
The city lights guide him home,
even in the rain they light up!
Taking the path that is shown.
Sipping courage from a cup!
His soul allowed the rain,
to cleanse it of all the old.
But it wouldn't take the pain,
that left him feeling so cold!
Squared up to buildings so high,
the fear he forgets on his walk.
Cleared his mind with only a sigh,
listening to the cold rain talk!
To a city that stripped him of all,
his love, job, and a life he did adore!
But in the end when he stumbled he did fall,
and all his happiness now was no more!
His sole torment and only joy,
was the view walking from here!
Keeping in pity like a little boy,
Leaving the lights is his only fear!
Image #3
12-27-17
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James Swartz Poem
Scorpion
A collaboration with Lady Labyrinth
Lack of water leads to lack of life
exposed beneath the Sun like blood
from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail
Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces
battle demented servitude in spotlights
stroking the sights of a symbolic death
Lack of want leads a woman
with her life burning, her all exposed
beneath the Sun
Thirsting true South, Venus Trap exotic
dripping honey ripe to taste, an orchid purple like a plum
there swept up in torrid heat, a wet monsoon spreads its wait
Tropic of Capricorn, is the sweet Hell he worships
offering the tip of a Scorpion’s tail
at the alter of her Rosy Crucifixion
Bullets bite into the blood spilled
from the tip of the Scorpion's tail
washing the pain from the spine
Clots form like clouds shot from
the barrel of a big black hole
as time swallows the cost of life
In the poverty of his mind
Calvary is godless, she shows no mercy
in the movement of her quake
Bullets from her mouth exchanged upon his tongue
sliding fingers to write words along a tight spine
Tropic of Capricorn reads his fate, she held it all along
The Scorpion’s tail, scorching harpsichord
played by lips for want of life to seed
on torn sheets, stain pages of Egyptian cotton
Saving souls and graces now far too late
For the true lovers, sanguine sinners
in danger of being forgotten
Silent sentences read, given two to Life
(LadyLabyrinth/James Swartz, 2019)
Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2019
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