Winter Winds

Came often nipping

At his self-esteem

Unable to cope

Wondering why

His mind froze

Buried alive in

Such an unsympathetic

Snowdrift

Helpless, defenseless

His hopes and dreams

Shivering in fear, having
Altered his soul's intent
Vexed, impotent

His ego cried out

Nobody could hear

His frigid heart.

Edwin James

...

 

Simply Said

His mind harvested

Wondrous gentle

Thoughts, unhindered

Gleaming

Without effort

Caring, never harming

Those he cherished

Forgiving

Those who could

 Not reciprocate

Or understand his

 Promising

Way of life, his

Heart and Spirit

In unison, never

Doubting.

Edwin James

...

Windswept

She cries no more

Her faith amour

Turning inward

 No longer outward

She is free

Able to just be

Willing to dare
And still care

Once drudged

No longer misjudged

By those otherwise

Revealing her disguise

To be nothing more

Than an abandoned door
Her heart's emotions clear

Giving no longer to fear.

Edwin James

...

 

Her Mind

Caught in a turbulent

Windstorm, tugging at

Her emotions vertigo

Spinning, pleading with

Daunting memories

Haunting
Each new breath

Renovating a past
Tired of being
Abused 

Having had enough

She closes her

Eyes, her heart

Turns inward

Finally able to
Let go and
Care no more.

Edwin James

...

  

Did Time Stop

Or did his mind

Just wander off, listening

To voices buried deep in

Temporal shadows

He tries turning his vision

Inward, suspending his

His painter's block hold
And waits for an answer
Beat:
Concepts stagger, topple
Abstracts collide, splinter 
Smoldering into obscurity
Unable to cope, imagine

Or comprehend, disgusted
He walks away, slamming
Shut his artist studio door
Leaving behind his
Soul's convictions 

A cadmium blue jar

Moans, while his canvas 
Turns outward, begging

To be heard.

Edwin James

...

Redeemed

Resurrected

His time served

Vengeance repelled

Relinquishing fate's grasp

A conscious outpouring

Fills his redeeming heart

A prowess ensues, trusting

Confirming his about-face

The guilt subsiding

 His path perfectly clear

His lungs filled with

Only this moment

 He begins walking

In a different direction

Where veracity and intent

Are herald by destiny.

Edwin James

...

A Universe Perhaps

Running parallel
To ours, mimicking
Our existence
Having created
Mankind,s womb, now
Gaming our dreams
 
Perceptions reeling
Worm-holes gravitating
Manipulating our
Dream's epicenter
Willing their appetites
  Falsifying our goals

Suspended, submerged then
Resurrected, hallucinatory 
Realities escaping, compelling
  Revered, misunderstood while
Laughing at these anomalies

Mind conditions animated
Evolving life, creating
A  parallel world beneath
Our Dreams footprint.

Edwin James

...