Not all of what I write become songs , some come with music, some pour thru my mind . these Come all at once I try to correct the spelling afterwards . Thank you ,
James Bartholemew Willit July, 30, 2009 all rights reserved ©
Hole of the moon,,
Bones of the moon, fall from the night sky!
like love broken into shards of glass gleaming on the dark
rocks of the world.
Sharp points of disappointment cutting the flesh from fingers ,
bleeding, trying to fix the sky, despairely tracing the edge
of the void where the hole of the moon
stares unfilled with the light of love!
Empty,
desolate,
barren,
primeviel hole of the moon there in the heavens.
So bright and large in the dawn of time, now ashamed,
lovelessness,,,
terrified the stars hide!
Love bannished
weeps alone!
J. B. Willit feb. 2007 ..>..>..>..> ©
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In MY crooked room
Here in my crooked room ,
the piano grins at me, "Is a fridged world outside
cold humanity. I am your only friend, put
your fingers in my mouth, and I will make you a song!
I am the piano in this crooked room!
Touch my keys and I will please your loney soul!
is a fridge world outside alone in frozen hell, am
I still alive ? some days I just can't tell.
But the strings on my guitar, they dance with
great delight!
Piano dear , he is here, we, will have him tonight!
J.B. Willit © jan. 2oo6 Vilnius, Lithuiania..>..>| ..>..> |
Wings Of Pretense
I wish I could write something , profound and beautiful, or so tragic it can not be read without weeping. But I was not born into a land of poverty and caos, nothing has ever happened to me of great interest. I did not have to live thru great things, I just live a great repitition of days and nights running one into another. On and on , Days of insignifance and nights of not dieing in my sleep. The dreams carry me into the next day on wings of pretense, like some large flightless bird gone extinct. Nothing profound about that. How can I make words of little meaning appear to cascade across the paper into a form so beautiful , that when read people rush to show it around to all their friends and aqaintencies crying ,, Read this , read it to me !! So I can sit with eyes closed falling into the words and tremble with ectasy please !
I wish I could write like Van Gough could paint,, something hot , steamy , sexy, that you can't take your eyes from the words till the end. Then spent and exhausted from orgasm , start again at the top of the page trying to cram the words into your mouth till you choke,,,,
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J. B. Willit © June 2009 Vilnius
I watch people
I watch people , watching me, do they see?
can they feel what I feel watching me feel?
Are they seeing the soul? Like I see there soul.
some are like pages in the paper, the loud headlines
distorting the truth of the fine print!
Making it seam like more than it is.
A great story, made from tataered leftovers of dreams,
discarded and empty hopes.
arranged in sentences that make whole life's around moments!
and I watch people watching me...
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If I was Jesus
If I was Jesus, coming second time around,
this world would truly be hellbound!
All your corruption and greed , Immoral deeds.
you think to screw the fool for your entertainment need!
Gods watching you!
trample over each other to save your souls,,
I stare with wonder at all your haste,
am really amased that this world you waste!
If I was Jesus coming second time around
I wouldn't say a word ,wouldn't make a sound.
just live my life the best I can , sit back and warm
my hands with the fires of hell
you all fan.....
J.B. Willit © mar. 2007 Vilnius Lithuiania..>..>..>..>| ..>..>..>..> |
Shadows and Love
Converging shadows cast on a wall from separate
streetlights on differant corners of an intersection
in your mind,
The sound of footfalls on wet walkways that have
paved over your roads of passion !
Shadows meet there, cast by the feet of lovers
who you never meet, except for that brief eternity
where love strides barefoot thru the rain!
the sound of footfalls on wet walkways,,,
the roads are paved with passion!
J.B. Willit sept. 2005 Vilnius, Lithuiania..>..>..>..>| ..>..>..>..> |
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