'arctic release'

~ repost ~

 

change,

time curves beyond the heavens

as northern lights strike sunlit clouds.

 

while elsewhere,

the longest calm shatters and silky stars fall from your sky.

 

watch the flower snowflake maidens frolic,

circled thrice lies purity inside.

 

but once grey stands the boy who use to be,

just as tragic measures weep.

 

still…plumes of fear

tempt the cross Gods of yesteryear,

watch child, as i engulf the taste of skin.

 

jonathan j ames

‘birthday ~ revisited’

 

oh this real of feel,

broken seas among childhood dreams

made not for the eye, nor for the ear,

but for tongues long since mute.

 

for here lie i, blood drunk…

with the memory of forgotten hearts.

no songs sung from the empty mouth,

not a sound uttered, not a look received.

 

lost among the violin sound,

as rusty wounds wake scars who fester distant deep,

and me forever falling,

into mother’s vacant bosom.

 

jonathan j ames

‘wild horses’

 

between the beautiful,

to run naked cross unspoiled lands,

i follow raven into shadow.

 

as black iris eyes spectacle heights

long ago lost in yesterday’s pang,

a waited stillness surrounds.

 

far away from hurting hearts

these travels in fairytale fables,

and me…still caught, between the beautiful.

 

jonathan j ames

‘sorrowful sings’

 

struck by strange-eyed constellations,

who view the concealed dust

which blows harsh with battlefield bones

that have been swept up and ground into fertilizer for their fields.

 

the wheel turns another season

 

saddish in life the coffined,

unkissed, unconfessed, unembraced,

within the swim, undone…

upon this portion of the unknown plane.

 

to break bread with the dead

 

such sorrowful sings,

thrust into a common grain yet uncommon,

long ago planted in the lost boy…

though he remains on the far side of the world.

 

jonathan j ames

‘ dinétah ’

apart from the again,

torn/ripped from mother’s embrace.
to venture into the metaphor
where frozen stones stand strong in the
midst of father sky. 

this journey to other side of forever,
across hostile lands with blowing sands
for millennia have i traveled here.

from world to world,
up the reed of creation i’ve climbed.
within the force, seeking the balance,
to walk lonely among a thousand kisses deep.

here, in a land called navajo ~

jonathan j ames

 

 

'you'll never be alone, with a poet in your pocket'

~ john adams ~

 

 

 

'my heart in greyscale'

once brilliant and beautiful times
are now painted over by only ashen memories,

while somewhere,
a devilish snicker
echoes in a rueful canyon still.

a spiral of smoke to alert the senses,
the stroke of a sorrow-struck brush
remains, unchanged.

come now, my dear
look upon your life in paints.

see

there's no black,
nor white,

only ashes of grey,

only grey

jonathan j ames

 

 

~ i wrote this years ago...came across it this morning and decided to post it ~

‘hush’

away from me,
cross muddy field
the world turn runs...fastful,
such horrors still nip at the ancient of greek heels.

heartfelt crossroads in the land of cry
here among the sound gone-by,
broken wing-ed one…

so take this frown and push it down
into your little pocket of hush,
for soon will rush the october winds,
who'll steal that which filled your soul.

jonathan j ames