Candice James

A world without poetry is beyond imagination

Expectations, great and small - This is the stuff of nightmares.

Love is all there is. To utter the thought there might be more is a mortal sin.

Unwrap the soul, peel back the layers of love and you will find the truth, only love.

A broken heart is laced with devastation and inspiration. The lacerations become valleys of fertile words affording poets the opportunity to adorn them and plant them on the papers of life that the discerning and inquiring eye/I may see more clearly.

There are callings. There are misguided dreams and there are destinies. They all whisper in the same voice. The wise man discerns the different intonations.

Love is not dead that dies again

Absence makes not the heart grow fonder; Absence makes the heart go yonder.

A playboy searches for that which he cannot find in his heart; that which he has lost in his soul. It is a great tragedy performed by a poor player.

We walk step by step. The wise man heeds the silence of the space between steps.

In the flux and flow of reality, there are layers of waves. The wise man learns the ways of the sea.

Always remember you are honest, pure and a true child of God. Trust in Him. He will always guide you and clear the path before you.

True love is a river running swift and deep. Racing hearts that tire but never sleep.

All is spirit, in a state of continual flux, shedding its dark disguise thread by thread, fabric by fabric, body by body.

The empty man drinks to fill the void. A shadow of the vessel he's destroyed.

To swear undying devotion forevermore is a travesty love can't afford.

Addicted and enslaved by his desire, an alcoholic burns in liquor's fire.

Not one soul left alive to shed a tear; just a fading fingerprint that we were here.

Before I leave I'll look in on myself to see if I was ever really here

Unfurl the flag in your heart in the sweetest of sweet surrenders and be true to your innermost self.

When I leaf through love's pages in the rain, you're there in every bittersweet refrain.

Dimensionalization clouds my eyes as soul moves from disquise to new disguise.

Tarnished dreams and crumpled wishes lie in the shadowland of love's goodbye

In the clutch o hopeless circumstance shadow people never have a chance

Jealousy's like acid in a tin. It always burns out the container it's in.

With broken vows laid waste in tattered strings love takes her inal leave on tainted wings.

I pledge to tarry with you every mile to live and die within your perfect smile.

Today I saw how much I meant to you. No more that a passing glint of morning dew.

Weep not for me or for my saddened state I made the choice although I knew my fate

Eyelids shut, his keys fall to the floor. Defying life, Death's shadow locks the door

Philosophizing past the 'nth' degree the question is 'to be or not to be'.

We live and breathe this Karmic epigram Caught inside a surreal hologram,

I know I am not here. I must be there. Just drifting interference patterned air.

I hear his songs on winds, in rustling leaves and though he's dead, he s not dead. He breathes.

The tide has drowned the past and I must face, though once we loved, today there is no trace

There are some feelings even time can't kill. I loved the way we were. I always will.

There are songs and there are songs sung blue but none as sweet as those I sang with you.

Come, slay this trepidation haunting me... Oh, angel heart with wings where can you be?

To those brave hearts we owe an unpaid debt The blood red poppy worn, lest we forget.

You are my ship. I am the sea you sail. We're one beyond the shadow of the veil.

Magic spells from midnight embers cast restoke the fires and passions of the past.