Let Us Go to Bethlehem Let us go to Bethlehem. Leave behind our smooth full pastures And all that we know. Let us go to Bethlehem. The dark quiet city Covered in snow. Let us go, Let us go, See what has

If I Left But if I left today What would you do? Would carry on with no Care for the new season? Or would the silent room Envelope and choke you? Would you get a new job, New friends, and new beginnings?

For My Part Indeed somedays it's easy, Indeed somedays it's hard, Indeed some days I'd like to Crumple up and just discard. Yes sometimes I am early Yes sometimes I am late Yes some times I forget, That

A Midnight Dance We need no music, For the song is ever playing In our hearts when we hold Each other. Our steps are slow and easy, Like a boat rocking gentle On a quiet pond with nowhere To go. The darkness

Each Morning Like a leash on my neck, I am dragged from the void Into the realms of reality. I wrestle with the curtains over My eyes and get tangled somewhere Between a dream and a cup of coffee. I am

Rats Race Cats Those rat race cats, They crack their backs, Try to get back What everyone lacks. But money don't bleed, And it has no need For you or for me, So just maybe we Should let it all be. ~Evan

Yuletide's Eulogy With silver bells and golden lights Tucked beneath my own furrowed brow, I walk this old snow laden path, Of Yuletide's empty, broken vow. In days gone by we filled the house, With our

Each Line Each line is but a passing thought, But were it any more it would be an essay. Each line is but a moment, But were it any more it would be a novel. Each line is but an observation, But were it

I Have Never Known Famine Yes, I have been hungry. Like that time I forgot to Eat breakfast and was angry All the way to lunch. Or the day when I came Home late from work And was short with everyone Till

Called from Dust We walk with eager steps, The path to which we must abide, Patience be at our backs And conscience be our daily guide. Vain are pleasures that call To sacrifice this holy trust. Come shake

Our Winter Fortress With a warm drink and soft wool blanket, While the frigid air beats against The smooth glass on our window. The darkness outside mirrors Our intertwined forms As we nestle in for a

I Gave You My First I gave you my first And you took my last. You put my in your wallet With the rest of your useless, Forgotten credit cards. You store me in the back Of your closet with that Old book

Days Will Come Days will come When we are cold, But I pray Them I ne'er behold. Rather than Such a tragedy, I ask that The cold be death In me. ~Evan James~ Photo Credit: StockSnap

She Can Take It Every misplaced expletive and passive insult, Each aimless collision with abuse, She can take it. A signature fake smile put on for house guests, And a shallow answer for worried family,

Broken Statues Gilgamesh found that death must be his share, An unguarded heel brought down Achilles, Even great men, to gods, cannot compare, All his labors could not save Hercules. Jesus found in love

Darkness Like the ominous trek through the basement, Or the frightful step into a black room. When the door slams behind you And your are blanketed by mystery. We chase away shadow with fire, One in our

I Do Not Like That Look I do not like that look. Those glazed over eyes Set in a ridged frame Too scared to allow Any sliver of reality to Pierce through and shine Daylight. You buried something In your

An Afternoon in Bed My face buried in her fragrant hair, Like a bouquet of wildflowers. Her breast rises and falls and rises and falls With deep, slow, methodical sighs. The lazy afternoon sun glimmers

Losing Yesterday The day is ruined, Maybe the year, I cannot bare to lift My own weight. My stomach crawls With questions it Cannot digest. Like glue on An envelope, I have sealed My fate to Another and

Rats in the Wall Shrill whispers in the night, A faint patter, patter, patter, And scratching at your door. You jolt to life with animal Instincts prepared to take on The unkown lurking predator. Your