Hunter James Poems

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1.
A Suicide

2.
A Snippet

The day was clear, a slight breeze blew in through the window as we drove down the mountain road. The sea was an aqua blue, it was terrifically perfect though so vague. Small villages passed as we got deeper and deeper into the beachside national park. I wondered if it was still national park by this stage, though I was feeling wonderfully sedated despite the in dooming loneliness that filled the car. My dad spoke.
' This song is excellent, the riff is done exactly how I would of done it, so precise'
I nod.
An alternative instrumental was playing on the radio, one of the few good songs on a horrible Sunday radio show. My dad saw music in colour , clarity and precision. A true musician who couldn’t play music. We drove on, finding ourselves further and further from the dim comfort of pie shops and playgrounds.
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3.
A Rarity

And this girl will sigh,
take me high, take me higher.
Her eyes most refusing to let go.
And it’s shine will wink, i’ll take you higher.
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4.
Self Love

When i join word to dream,
to make a connection.
Whether it be of something absurd
or my streamed reflection.
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5.
Love Poem

If I had the right words
I would write you, indenting my love through verse
If I knew where to start
I would paint you, ink caressed features In pastels.
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6.
For Tumblr From Me

Same old I will write, missing you, it’s a surprise. I see the green dot illuminate over your name to indicate your arrival into the vast cyberspace. Its funny thinking of you, hours from I. Sitting in front of the same old infinity. I can see you with your hair up, your white tank top and your Pyjamas. Your sober eyes searching for nothing in particular but a slight relief from back of head anxiety on who's doing what. I wonder if you wonder similar to I.

I would hope not.
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7.
Parkish Prose

I had wrote a lovely description of the afternoon and appearance of a park but the stupid description of this park is not the point of this text. The point of this text is the people, thoughts and small events that happened in this park on this spring afternoon. And these people and small events may not seem relevant but it triggered the irrelevant brilliance that awakes your self absorbance after a social weekend.
And I suppose the description of the park is in fact relevant because at the time I found it overwhelmingly beautiful. It was pretty you couldn’t deny.
I sat in this park because my dad had told me to walk the dog. To my eleven o clock were three Lebanese boys destroying a tree (poor tree) . To my 9 o clock were two men in their late thirties drinking beer and chasing around a small boy. And passing me by was an old gentleman of an age I would guess to be around 65 in a red tee shirt, a shiny helmet wheeling a bicycle.
The thuggish looking Lebanese boys weren’t the issue (this isn't a fictionalised stereotype they were actually quite dangerous looking) , nor were the men drinking beer. Though this old man troubled me, for he seemed to be having tremendous trouble riding his bike. And the thought didn’t strike me that maybe this man is learning to ride a bike for the first time. Time passed of my arrogant intruding observing, I mean what the hell was wrong with this guy just get on the damn bike and ride it. But no it was obvious that just this afternoon he had thought to himself after years of contemplation and plan that this afternoon was the afternoon to learn how to ride a bike. And what an afternoon for it! Maybe this man had a fear of bikes. Maybe he could once ride a bike but crashed as a boy and didn’t take it back up. Maybe he never had parents to teach him and was to embarrassed to start as an adult. Maybe he always thought about it but never got around to it. Though it didn’t matter for Alas! On this spring afternoon this old man with the red shirt and the brand new bike helmet was going to ride a bike.
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8.
Something

This very second of being, this very second in this very room is not my eternal path, and anything that is felt now, will go unwritten.
I will try my hardest to extinguish any lingering impurity for the holy sake of tonight's moon.
This a moment so sad and beautiful and typical,
Why must life be so publicised?
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9.
More

Today it was cold. A social melancholy. I wondered consumed, consumed by an absence with people that like my company. We wondered from tree to café, to bong to women. It was icy and beautiful but I only long myself. These long social experiences cause hidden brain mishaps. And then when I find myself alone I get knocks at my door. And then parties and substances and more women and noise. Now I'm worn dead. I myself needs yours truly to survive the long hours in thought. If I don’t think my already attained thoughts, they would burn in me. They will burn and burn potential down with it. And I will be left with a passion in a two minute microwave. A wonderful dream that is obstructed at three in the morning by the song of an alarm. For the abstract of life is thought out alone. Whether your distant thoughts are to think with another, it begins alone. And as of now I need a bit more of that.
Love and conversation are another topic. A topic I forever long admire and desire don’t get me wrong. Though this isn't a cake, it is water. And humans need water. I once forgot.
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10.
Forget We Ever Met

Lets forget we ever met
Conceive delirium and soak the sheets in our sweat.
Lets burn heredity down dead.
Stake it to the cross and dance naked upon its bed.
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