James Hudson Poems
Tomorrow Is History
Green And Gold
Money and Gas. Leaves and Sun Marijuana and Whiskey.
Forgotten By Yesterday
Ive been searching for a person that Ive known for years. I look into the mountains, people, persons and mirrors.
Learn Some Dream
I fly through the pages of the past, lists, stages and cages. I cant bare to admit theyve passed
an old unwise man once said 'one track mind' a young unlearned boy replied
i feel most envigorated when free verse translates into action, into words and into time in general. when each breath composes sound to embody a thought.
I, not neccessarily being myself, wrote the majority the following, momentarily as inspiration rose from the deepest of loves, or deepest of graves. Yes, I too wrote the remaning.
Ideas For Idea.
old is the newest new. new is lost on a binge in gods country. there were no minds to be filled with this grand lifeless lingering shadow of what has been. the lot has stopped becoming.
Iron Clad Trees
Cobblestone dreams covered inn woodland haze. surround me wth meaning, solitude and desire.
Early Morning Cave
Like the subterraneans, Im wandering below myself. Of who I truthfully may be, or the old picture on the shelf. On a bed that grips like addiction, Ive got no motion to spare.
I drink, I think then im lost. and I search.
wishes and youth walk you only so far.. A rambler's ways have come to pass. any Keroauc aged mind settles for hopeless daze, and a mortgage chained class.
Found A Hope
i tempt myself with uncertainty. decisions pointing to possible paths. path i cant yet envision, but that i can almost touch. trails that tease the core of I,
Weary Idle Re-Redits In Thought
lured by ladies raised in houses of addiction, ive been attracted to gals
Early Morning Cave
Like the subterraneans, Im wandering below myself.
Of who I truthfully may be, or the old picture on the shelf.
On a bed that grips like addiction, Ive got no motion to spare.
Im weary of another moment, empty like a glass of despair.
When hours are seconds, and minutes never come,
As fear compells those, to suffer in the dark.
To suffer in the truth. the reality of silence.