James Wilson Poetry

Tomorrow is simply a fantasy No matter how much proof you have at what it might contain In an instant it could shift Giving energy to a fallacy is like punching at the wind It depletes the energy from your today's Only hindsight is 20/20 while you're foresight is simply…

Addiction creeps in as a still small voice Soft and sweet to the canal As it slips into your body and makes it way into your heart It numbs the pain that's just insane to let yourself feel The fictional depiction that it can somehow help Alleviate the pain and…

I've cycled through a myriad of revisions Trying to understand my manhood while avoiding an egoic, soulful collision I've raged with anger and waited for confrontation Fist clenched Sweet drenched Ready to pounce without hesitation I've felt my blood boil as my imagination determined infiltration of my solidified walls Every…

I can feel the vibration of my soul The tectonic drifting, uplifting at times Can leave my feet unsteadily unready to step into line The time it takes for the shifting to cease Lies in the sedation of meditation in which the negotiations deplete The release can be evident Though…

You know what's amazing about what you think and remember? That they can be your greatest asset or your greatest opponent. You can not get rid of the memories but you can take them captive. A captive is submissive to the captor. If your captor is self pity. Then it…