James Wilson Poetry

I think I understand At times the mind bends and sends imaging clouding the synergy within Of imagination bringing precipitation to an otherwise drought land Hands spread to the clouds hoping for rain to come down and sun to shine throughout I hope I understand Why the looking glass distorts…

Whispers wander out windows into whaling winds carrying them further than ever intended bandages to the soul could never erase scars though wounds have been since mended behind cerebral bars the thoughts descended hard souls have since melted felt every time leather tipped dominate comments pushed through pores like cracked…

Imagine how different this world would be If we simply asked what can I do for you Instead of what can you do for me When our expectation exceeds our assistance We lose sight of one another No sister nor brother is ever allowed to enter our existence So privileged…

Set me from the deception of having the perception Perceived that if I leave this event without saving all those in need To be well That I’ve failed That I didn’t love them accordingly We are not created to save Simply to love Can you imagine what it must feel like to…