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Month: July 2015

Droplets of Time

Droplets of time fall like rain,

Puddles of water form – swirling,

Gushing and hurling,

Wasted time feign not, but drain.


Where has it gone? – Lost,

When will this moment come again? –

Love is a droplet, it may never come again,

It freely falls, but at what cost?


Turgid are the waters,

Rising up to kiss the sky,

Where two lovers see eye to eye,

Reflecting each passionate waters.


Droplets of love raining

Down from above, must

Quench both lover’s gust,

Sustaining – or be lost draining.


© James Booker July 15, 2015



Familiar Places

Zephyrs of thought,

Though pain and agony – undulate

Under the mask, adumbrate

The Past – sliced & diced on this spot.

I have been here before,

It’s all too familiar – deep

Twisting knots, inwardly I weep,

Lonely rocks edging the shore.

Silence thick, silence is the air,

Ships lying shipwrecked – broken

Beams – earth’s token,

Everyone glares but no one cares.

You were in my thoughts,

You were the air,

Now I get only glares,

But my guts are in knots.

Closure is not given,

Only shades parade,

It cuts like a blade,

Fallen from Grace – and driven.

This is my home, my abode,

Nature has decreed it,

Others rejoice and benefit,

Loneliness is my new code.

By James Booker

July 9, 2015




The rising tide floods the mind – swallowing,

Engulfing, and sweeping any and all;

The feebleness of reason is caught following,

Being tugged and pushed and even enthralled.

Something awakened when something broke,

Such force, such power, as dreams reached

Forward, spinning and touching the sky like an oak,

Blocking out the frontal lobes – calling for impeachment.

The spinning continues, thoughts reach for an object,

An anchor to cling, to hold, through the storm,

Through the insanity forming; trying to connect

Through the flood of thoughts surging and performing.

Such pain! Such pressure forcing up so much despair,

As the mind grapples for a glimpse and for air.


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