Lose this City

 

There's an old grange in a golden field

There's a cat near an old tractor wheel

All I can see for miles

Is just more miles

9 horses run free in a High Valley

Cliffs like you've never seen

and coyotes howling

The stars are so many

Out there

Out there...

Sometimes I just want to lose this city

Lose this city

I see a bird

On the edge of a high rise

I see him peering out

Tempting to leave his dirty home

I can't blame him for wanting to stretch his wings

Feel the breeze

I think he just wants to lose this city

Lose this city

j james 2017 road trip, Coulee City, High Valley, La Grande

Unfortunately this home seen in photo above no longer exists due to a tragic total loss in a fire on September 7, 2020. With a goal to rebuild a new modest dwelling you can support a friend in this tragic loss by donating via GoFundMe HERE

Power People and the Less Fortunates

I can still hear the sound of the electronic cash register

as I step out onto the busy sidewalk.

Two fashionable women with their large packages

rush toward me

and I step aside to let them by.

They don't see me, for I am invisible!

I am a Less Fortunate, you see.

I don't carry packages

Unless it's everything I own

I don't order the fancy coffee

Just a small drip will do

My friends and I, we've been here a long time

We share this city with

The Power People.

Two businessmen make their way

discussing real estate & important meetings.

My friends and I, we talk of...

Shelters, warm jackets & medications

It may seem like two different worlds to you

But we are from the same, You & I

One could not be without the other

The Power People & The Less Fortunates

jjames 2008
 

An Artist's Life

Scenes from my art journal

Art lives forever

In a memory

in a dream

And if the artist is lucky

It will live in the hands of someone

Whose heart is touched

By its lingered power~

The love

and the passion that was poured

through the brush, the pen, the vessel~

That is all the true artist hopes for

that their passions live on

in the shadows

of their lives

jjames 1992 

Anguished

 

photo: jjames

You were the lover I never kissed

You were the friend that never grew old

You were the father that never did hold

You were the brother in the small dark hours

You were the child I watched like a flower

Now,

like a star, you watch from over head

Knowing all the questions you left

And I 

like an unborn seed

Walk this earth instead

Anguished

and Spirit 

dead

jjames 5/97 in memory of Joe