make it up

how much time
do we waste
thinking of the things
we’re not doing

the shoulds
the can’ts
the don’t want tos
the don’t have time
or money for

how much energy
is spent
on thoughts and worries
of that
which exists only
in our minds

how far
from reality
can we go
and still be considered 

doesn’t it depend
on whose reality
we measure from

if life
is primarily
the stories we tell
then what kind
do you want
to make up

(D. James)

left behind

I remember
the past
as if it were
some one else’s

as if I
were some one
other than me

those days
and days
of years
the many nights
the horrible “mornings”
of the afternoon

washed clean away
by different thoughts
other actions

I remember a time
when I was
some one else
when I told
a different story

I remember as if
read in a novel
or seen in a film

I remember
so as not to forget
so as not to become
what I’ve been
what was left behind

(D. James)


to dance
like the bones
don’t ache

to run
with the speed
of a panther

to laugh
with the abandon
of a child

to work
and play
and love
as if
I cannot fail

to sleep
like the dead
and dream
as the mystics do

this is how I wish
to spend
the days and nights
before returning to dust

(D. James)

train of thought

thinking thoughts on
trains in tunnels
that take us to
toiling tasks like tinker toys
trudging to their terminus

can we keep
clear of calamity and
concious of creation or

will we wile awhile then
whip ourselves or

take the time
to think thoughts on

while wishing
we weren’t wending our
way to work

(D. James)