by Roshan James
Text: As I stepped on Each crumbling hour seemed To hold more life than, The one before, but it’s what Time Would have us learn is nothing More than illusion and desire Of our own devising as we release Recklessly, somersaulting Into the Universe’s constant Motion, attempting to dance With rapture, better pursued When we […]
Text: The elusive lover of night And day’s cheating ways Gates the passage Of eager wanderers To dream-mapped cities While everyone else Sleeps At the gates Of dream-mapped cities Wondering idle At the passing of nights Cheating only themselves With their effusive love of day
Text: Celebrate now That which may not be Here tomorrow In that is everything Until it is gone
Text: It left me Hoarse and confused With only the unrecognizable Rough and raspy remnants Of my former fluency Pouring mournful into everything My voice, the one I call my own Lost in panicked howling From fear of missing the moon
Text: We could try To stay anchored And hold onto our presence Foolishly grasping at the tail of each instant But I’d rather fill my sails With countless fear-free moments Harnessing the gales of passing time To pull my horizon-chasing ship onward In search of revelations And the magnificent unknown Leaving behind a trail of […]
Text: There are glimpses of gods and stars In the slow sips of brilliance and wisdom Over whiskey talks and whistle chats Between fragile hearts into the early hours Bandaging with brusquely-brothered gauze Everything you hope will stay intact
Text: And there she was Staring back at me Done with chasing Other peoples’ dreams And ready to walk In her own, trembling But less with each step
Text: Love is not The fulfillment Of a golden future It is for the broken Here and now Walking through A winter of devotion Breath hanging hopeful On the frosty air
Text: When the inner walls take a hit And hand-hewn blocks start falling Avalanching sideways Tearing – with nails split and peeling, From clawing at stone-closed windows – Jagged seams of consciousness Escape is the terror-muted, fear-cold craze Of a mind caving in on itself With just enough sheer-luck-trust Fuelling the Divine’s tenacity In pulling […]
Text: I pinched my nose Jumping into nothing’s deafening tide Terrifying in its darkening tourquoise To black depths spiralling And then you appeared, bow through fog Like a ghost-ship smokey grey and its strip-tattered sails You gloriously real people Who pulled me in, hauled me on board So we became friends on that dark night […]
Poetry and art 