Jim's Blog

I believe in love

I believe in love that makes a parent go to endless struggle to see and maintain the smile upon his offspring’s face.

I believe in love that swallows bullets and hand grenades so that a comrade in arms, about his age, can live a life and love as he never will.

I believe in love that compels the soul of a lover to give up any other course but to see her face, and spend the minutes of his years showing her that there is none like her.  That she may hereafter step softly upon the future of his needless fro-ward heart with cause and shape.  The passion between them unmatched in couples before or after, eternally apex-ed in the bonds of their fire, transcending what could only be defined as the sticky limpet of bliss.

I believe in a love that compels a human being to devote his whole life, happiness, and behavior to a being that he has never seen, has no physical evidence of existence nor will he ever know, till his last breath is finished and hope is confirmed in joy or unknowingly differed.

jim mcd

laugh

deep inside the recesses of the cataclysmic mind,
lay a dormant habitant that scientists won't find.
a being simply focused on occasions that amaze,
and fully foliate the fallen festitude ablaze.

its the laughing box that sometimes misses turns in line,
when life gets full of frowns and yuck and steals away sublime.
but when it gets its chance to show all other feelings follow,
and pull a smile to the face that sadness cannot swallow!

Run

Run, get out, you can't stay here.
Forget the past, those promises were the vanity of a needy ego.
Swallow your throat, pretend it's your heart.
Your future is the better slice of your life, so make the break complete.

At least a billion people await that you don't know.
One million of those will make you smile.
The odds are in your favor.
Don't think your only hope lay in ruins.

Help is in the hills.
There are no hills here.
Take the best as memory, faded three by fives, notes on napkins.
Don't stop till you discover trust again.

Setting Out

Who will join me on this journey now take up your bag and cloak
I am sooner on the trail  now waiting not for bye's remote.

Don't mistake who you have joined upon this legendary route,
Not a backwoods boy companion of a temperamental suit.

Forward now we don't look back but set the compass on to there,
Taking chances every fork revealed will take us here but where.

Second guessing suits the strong possessor as a pilfered soul,
Smile and step in time again my close one, I won't let you go.