They tell me
'Freedom is never free.'
I know that-
More than most realize.
...
You say that you have felt pain?
You have no idea what pain is.
Pain is hearing, “She doesn’t
like you anymore.” WHAT?
...
If I have hurt,
I am sorry.
If I have been wrong,
I am sorry.
...
I know now
The extent of her power.
She is truly alive.
How can this be?
...
I am inspired by the thoughts
That race inside my head.
I am inspired by the emotions
Of my heart, when broken.
...
Alone,
Dark alley.
You curse yourself, silently;
Why are you there?
...
It is an unholy appetite-
A desire, some say,
Born of Satan himself.
The Roaring Lion,
...
Life, death,
Heat, and cold.
In you, I suffer
And rejoice. I long
...
She awakes,
Like one coming to the surface,
Gasping for air.
Her eyes flutter open.
...
Every time I think of you,
Somehow my heart grows larger,
Threatening to explode in the joy of love.
You are the cause of my joy,
...
You stand before me, sweet, unmarred.
Yet your gaze is restrained, and barred.
You will not meet my eyes-
For this my soul within me cries,
...
He stands outside the window.
-Nemesis-
His hunter’s senses
Can detect the two beings inside the room.
...
What are my friends, here?
They listen, but do they know?
They cannot know my heart,
Which I will not reveal.
...
(UPDATED 01.22.05) I'm an up-and-coming nobody, a freshman in college who has a love for the arts, especially music and writing (all forms.) I've never been published, but I've never thought myself good enough to be. I tend to be inspired a lot (as those who read my stuff will see) by my rocky-at-best love life. Recently my poems have taken on a happier note than in the past, because a wonderful person has come into my awareness. Check out some of her stuff on here, too- her name is Valerie Jaeger. oh yeah, before I forget- PLEASE rate my stuff, I try to rate everyone else's poems, I appreciate your opinions- send me some notes, too. I'm always looking for constructive criticism. new developments in my life have caused my poetry to take a somewhat depressing turn. those of you who are fans of my 'death' poems will probably cheer at this, i suppose. not all of them are like that, of course, but i always write what i feel, so whatever poems i'm putting out at a certain time in my life reflect whatever i'm feeling at that time. whatever your particular thoughts toward my poetry might be, i still hope you'll rate my stuff, post comments, etc. i need to hear from you. ~James ps- the romance between Valerie and I being over, and my life having matured significantly and changed, there's a lot that's not up to date about me here.)
Freedom Is Never Free
They tell me
'Freedom is never free.'
I know that-
More than most realize.
Freedom cost us more
Than we should have to give.
Freedom cost us blood.
It cost us the lives
Of our fathers,
Our sons,
Our brothers.
But while freedom is never free,
Remember-
It has been bought at great price,
And so is a thing of great value.
We must defend it,
From those who would take it away.
The defense of our freedoms
Will cost us-
More than we wish to pay.
But we must pay, to defend,
For if we try to make freedom free,
We forget-
True freedom is never free.
James, may I just say how much I enjoy your poems. The lyricism, the music of the mind, the breadth of the mind...OK that's enough for one email...hope you go on writing - in and out of love! Slightly enviously, Michael
James, I guess I see a side f you I didn't see before. Meagan
Wow, to look at your poem is truly wonderful, Im sorry that you have felt such pain before, but the creativity you have is something else. Clearly you do deserve more praise than you believe. I hope to one day read your stuff in a book. Keep doing a wonderful job.
You seem to be very fond of 'death'. You write brilliantly, i hav shills wen I read your death poems and find myself in a dark, deep, cold environment. You should definitely make a book! That would be excellent! TAZ
james please ignore comments of that jealous child, 'Dave'. You have courage and talent and from Denmark we say bravo to you. you are special, never doubt this. you will go far in sucess and kindness. be proud of your talent which is from such a young man with ideas bigger than any giant.
Ordinarily, I would think it stuck-up to leave a message on my own message board, but in this case, i'm going to make an exception. I'm doing this solely as an answer to Dave S.'s comment, below. I must ask that anyone who reads that comment and thinks for a moment of taking that man seriously (as i did, at first- plagiarism is a serious matter) click on his name and read the other comments he has left to other poets. It is important to take nothing out of context, after all. Dave seems, upon examining his track record, to be the rudest librarian who has ever lived, if he is in fact a librarian. In answer to the 'charge' of plagiarism, all i have to say is, if he were willing to point out which poem was stolen, or even give me some proof of plagiarism, i would be the first person to denounce it. But the fact remains that Dave hides himself behind his computer screen, totally devoid of any proof, or any life. I'm disgusted at people who live to make fools out of themselves while insulting other people. James
James- I think your poetry is excellent stuff and i cant believe some dopes give have given some of your great poetry poor scores- keep up the excellent writing!
James what up boy, your poetry is real good stuff. keep it up