The Poetry Of James Spoonmore
Resolve Yourself
What thing can be greater than the whole?
In borrowed words it saddens most.
I cry that you may never see that landscape,
unfolding all its majesty.
That you may miss your chance to witness,
to partake in both awe and beauty, eats me.
I taunt your comfort with my ego hoping,
signs of life will come.
And for a moment you might stand inside
to feel divine and half-inspired.
I might change my mind if you would try
to lift yourself to greater heights.
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Sacramentality
A graceful discipline aplomb
The action and the character
Carried in the heavy words
Of acting like an amateur
Report to duty rolling calls
A blackout for the brain
Ammunition in the walls
Who never knew your name
Advertise the intellect
Reap not your rewards
Save the space for introspect
To launch another spore
Cover up the complication
Stay the course ahead
Drop the piece of information
Down into your head
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Dice Only On Rainy Sundays
How dare you ever read my words
And assume you know what's in them
Keep the keepers guessing still
Exactly how I end it
Never left an innocence
In letter or in pen!
Keep my distance impotent
Until you drop the sin
I figured you were quicker kid
Gender not implied
I kept the vague of biblical
Technician to your pride
Dime spent on progression stand
No names were you withheld
Speaker wire to the brain
And sent my mind to hell
Feedback from the resonance
Loop back through the line
Claw the casket open quick
Entangle the divine
You missed the point embedded
You cannot read the beast
Even if you could protest
These words would chop your tree
Down into the woods alone
My promise be no ear
Around to hear that seedling fall
And burn the bush in fear
You sent the forest to the ground
We know the meaning missing
As sure as anything is true
It's all based on deceiving
Everyone around you
Every little action
Placed in time to hope you check
The nature of your fraction
Use the other characters
Transpose the person fit
Miss my meaning once again
And death alone will slit
The throat of all the visions
The dreams of happy homes
The distance we are given
So we don't feel so alone
Imagine in the moment still
If all the world lost
A bet against the enemy
On everything we are
Recognition takes some work
It's hard to hold your hand
But the work of any artist
Is to trick you on the lamb
Of course the definition fails
To capture what it means
It is not anthropomorphism
I know that's hard to read
It is here and you are it
I hope you understand
For in the end it comes again
And you will have to plan
How exactly you will play
The game and all the parts
You offer up yourself to keep
You from your lonely heart
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