The Black Dog

The Black Dog came for Helgi
on a warm spring night
and overcame him so completely
that Helgi gave up the fight

I miss my friend and fear for others
who have felt the Black Dog's breath
We must have faith and stand as brothers
For a life without hope is death


June 8th, 2010
Atlanta

Far Away

Far Away I Miss
Your Lips, your Kiss
I wish to be Beside
You to Slip and Slide
And Glide Inside
You my Mouth
to Travel South
With ease to
Tease and Please
You to Hear
You Groan
And Moan
And Sing to the Sky
To Hear you Sigh
Face to Face
In my Embrace
I Miss
Your Pretty Eyes
I Miss
You




For B-Dub
April 9th, 2010
Atlanta

L-Bomb

Feeling the rush
Of Loves first blush
A teenager's crush
Into the fire
Burning with desire
Never to tire
Of kissing lips
Finger tips
And Silken hips
But slowly the yearning
And burning
Is turning
Into something real
And I kneel
Before you and say
Come what may
I will be true
I love you


For Susan
March 11th, 2010
Atlanta

School run sillyness

And the universe collapsed to the size of a pea,
And disapeared through the tear in your knee

March 2nd, 2010
Atlanta

Tired Blue Eyes

Tired Andie-Lou
With eyes so blue,
Go rest your head
On your bed.



February 15th, 2010
Atlanta

Cleaning

My music is loud.
I have a duster.
Feeling house proud.
Restoring the luster.



February 7th, 2010
Atlanta

Pretty Green Eyes

She looked at me, this girl
with pretty green eyes,
and held me there
in her twin emerald fires.
I was lost in that moment
as time stood still,
and she captured my heart
against my will.


For KJ
January 28th, 2010
Flight DL152

Acceptance

I loved her
She is gone
Tempted by another
She is gone
To her lover
She is gone
And is forgiven
She is gone
Faith in heaven
She is gone
No more grief
She is gone
Heart at peace

January 3rd, 2010

Fool

Love can be blind
Love can be cruel
but of me
Love made a fool

January 3rd, 2010

Let us remember them

I continued to be impressed at the outpouring of support for those serving in the US armed forces by the general public here in the USA.

I have wondered if those times during the Vietnam war, where soldiers were hauranged at the airport by anti-war protesters, have left their mark on this nation. Perhaps there is a feeling of guilt over the injustice of attacking those who were put in the line of fire?

More likley, I think, it is that the generation that did the fighting in Vietnam taught their children & grandchildren to show respect for those who protect our freedom.

Freedom is a fragile thing that comes at a price and as such should be cherished. Let us never take this for granted.

James
Atlanta, GA
November 2009