Do Not Be so Pretentious Do not be so pretentious, You call me a soul as though You know what that means. You accept everyone and as a result Reject them all. You feign calm and resilience, But are simply

Writing I have read all the books And rehearsed every thought, But still I am not ready. I have meditated for hours Weighing each angle and view, But still I freeze in my chair. I have done it hundreds

Leadership Today, while passing the morning In a solitary run by a frozen river I happened upon a flock of wild geese. Giving no care to what brought such A tiny band of fowl so untimely to This frozen

And Here I Thought Poetry Was Boring In these words you will find The blood of martyrs crying for the end, The declarations of a thousand Men who aim to rule the world, The feeling of being at the foot

Window in Her Heart She stood resolute against the world, with eyes set in a face of stone that refused to crack, as though everyone She had known from Her birth had conspired to hold Her down, hamper

Take Me Back When winter days Meant ice castles, Sleds, and snow Melting in the palm Of your gloves, Accompanied by Wet clothes warming By the fireplace, Rich, dark hot choclate With melted marshmallows.

My Master and the Past I. With outstretched arms It reaches now to grab me By the foot and hold Me back from ever being Worth a second look. It tugs at my heart’s own Passions and tingles up And down my

Real Pain I decided that I wanted To learn about some real pain, So I stuck my hand on the stove And it hurt but healed again. Then I thought perhaps I had not Found what would cut quite deep enough, I

I Understand Now Your dog died just before we started dating. When we stopped you got another dog. That sounds about right. ~Evan James~ Photo Credit: moshehar

Cast Me Out Food tastes bitter on my tongue, And not even a strong drink can Warm this wearied spirit. I have given the good to take On these weak knees of mine. And I’m cast out with the chaff. I will

I Will Not Break Pump my blood full of Passion. Pace the floor of my Heart. Glance at the trembling Walls, That will crack but not Crumble. I have built them too Strong. To give into anything, Even love.

Your Hat You carelessly toss on my hat and cast your eyes away with a shrug like a twenties show girl who flirts to keep the flames from tickling her Heart. ~Evan James~ Photo Credit: Free-Photos

January Nineth Mountains of dirt stained snow Litter the parking lots in front Of quiet strip malls stripped Of their wares and weary eyed Customers dissatisfied with their Tinsel and hope try to give

Lost in the Cycle I. Casual convention would demand That I sit appalled at such a sight. And I suppose I must confess I am. Serverance, cealed doors, and setting suns. Rusted belts clasped around tattered

Trash Mountain Swing wide the gates in expectance Of our sour and motley parade, Watch as we come to unload Our cargo upon the cascade. Here, we gather every day In our vile rusted vehicle, To pay our

Winter Run Selfishly I gulp Down the icy air. My lungs heave With the burden Of the unfamiliar Sting of winter’s breath. My ears are too Numb to hear Anything more than The frantic pound Of my heart pushing

Raisins I try to be the better man, But lately that title has Felt a little bit forced, Like a raisin that was thrown In the grape basket by accident. We are fruit, but with vastly different taste. I have

In My Evenings You are that glass of wine After a long, long day. You cover my body in A gentle, warmth. Soft, slow, smooth, You steal away my Preoccupations and Replace them with the Quiet reassurance

Burning Still When we have burned our wicks Down to their very end, And we know more of Early mornings than late nights. When our night clubs have changed To four o’clock buffets. When wrinkles grace our

Fickle as a Fly When my days have all been blended, I know I have spent them splendid. In a whirlwind of cheer, I would like to spend my years. Till as fickle as a fly, We all go down to die. So we wait,