James Wilson Poetry

Part 1 So often we're convinced we can hold on to control Even through letting go As long as it's within the confines of our willingness and time but there comes a time in all of our lives where the sin begins to spin and twirl creating a whirl wind…

Trust is so much more than just a feeling Its an action Where in, lack of, is simply the reaction to years of let downs from many different factions which has left us reeling - in the feeling - of the pain blinding us to the fact that trusting in…

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.…