James Wilson Poetry

There's a space that exists In between being discharged and the deep desire to reenlist Between the war I was waging engaging with strongholds Right in the midst of black eyes and bloody fist The battle for my soul traveling from stole to whole Deeply scarred from blind sided blows…

Separation from God, self, and others is a deep and tragic illusion Somewhere in the recesses of our psyche we have the key to diffuse the confusion and seek the solution From our childlike nature Creation has been in commune with the creator Somewhere in our timeline we began to…