James Hudson Poems
|1.||Waiting To Re-Live.||12/18/2008|
|2.||Weary Idle Re-Redits In Thought||12/18/2008|
|3.||Found A Hope||12/18/2008|
|6.||Early Morning Cave||12/18/2008|
|7.||Iron Clad Trees||12/18/2008|
|8.||Ideas For Idea.||12/18/2008|
|12.||Learn Some Dream||12/18/2008|
|13.||Forgotten By Yesterday||12/18/2008|
|14.||Green And Gold||12/18/2008|
|15.||Tomorrow Is History||12/18/2008|
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Weary Idle Re-Redits In Thought
lured by ladies raised
in houses of addiction,
ive been attracted to gals
whove endured affliction.
mothers of the pill and pipe.
fathers of the master chamber,
never seen by his own kin.
a bottle that never had a bottom,
although i follow in suit.
i dont mean to take all Jack's qualities,
but my liquor foot found its boot.
In comparison to my own breed,
a family whom which i never plead.
a mother bound by bars
and a father more distant than the stars.
i take form into and out of my day.
scheduals and agendas