James Wilson Poetry

I wonder sometimes More often than I should About the weight of the twine In the division of evil and good It's such a thin line and almost a crime To have a path so narrow? How a veer so slight Can replace planted feet With hands gripped tight? Yet…

Pressing into the wind spins the vision Knee buckling struts destructs walking the straight and narrow Feet digging so deep into the dirt that my toes hurt Reminding myself that His eye is on the sparrow Sounds good in theory Gale forces drown out my voice and throws my cries…

A view so whimsical Mirrored identical Looks so much better reciprocal So much consistently intentional As bulbous as third dimensional So much more than simply conventional My offer raised from over my head as your sentinel Enslaved voluntarily as a criminal Shackled at the feet to the wrist and all.…

the saying goes the truth shall set you free truth was designed for freedom and there is no freedom that comes w/ out change whether it be mental, emotional, physical, or all of the above once you realize it is there, it engulfs you like a glove no matter how…

Her tears crooned in tune with the moon Strumming each lash in a harp like fashion Her wail riffed and lept from her quaking lips Dripped And collected in a pool above her upper lip Scaled the corners of her frowned Slowly As if being lowered down Each significant to…