I'm dreaming of far away places
In my mind
Away I go
Dreaming of possible landscapes
Not too far
This reality won't
Let go
Sand under my feet
Salty wind
In my hair
The birds overhead cry
In my mind
I go.
Joni James 2020
Obscure World
I alone am the sole writer
Of this great and lonely play
If I in fact wrote each rewritten line
Would their meaning be deserving
Of their own regrets?
Whom shall I forgive
Or to ask for it in return?
If we’re all connected, every one
Then I am not truly alone
So tell me
When will the haze of this great mystery
become clear?
As for now
I’ll walk hand in hand in silence
For I am
An obscure moon
lighting an obscure world
Joni James 2017
Father
Take a drink from that
Burning that calls you
washing down
us
Pour your life
from that Bottle
I push it down
Swallow Life
Don't things matter?
Washing down
All of us
Marked your grave with that
Bullet that called you
Took you down
Into the ground
Poured your life
From that bottle
Tell me now
Are you drunk?
Swallowed life
Did things not matter?
It took you down
Drink to dust
Swallowed life
Did I not matter?
It took you down
It took me down.
Joni James 2007
Guns Make Holes
Outside our streets are crying
Young babes are dying
When you hear guns explode
Then freedom's just a word
There's a girl who's lost and frightened
There's a boy not afraid of dying
Can you hear? Have they stopped trying?
Is freedom just a word?
There's a man who's lost his son
It's a mother's only one
Do you hear? Have we stopped praying?
Is freedom just a word?
When a Child has fallen
Where have all the angels gone?
In the streets
Nobody has won
When freedom's just a word
Joni James 1995
Safety
Oh, but I have been given
Wings!
Yet, I don't know how to use them
Somehow knowing deep inside
My push must come
from within
What is this unknown need
Stifling me to
my Perch?
Perhaps a breeze
will lend me her lift
And soon
I will be
On my
way
Joni James 2003
Soul Mate
Finally,
Someone comes along my road
appreciating my words,
my fruits of language
We walk together
with it on our tongues
And make the sweet sound
The world calls music.
Joni James 1978
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