Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Speak your mind without hesitation''

Speak your mind without hesitation,
And live your life without pretense.
Life is short, and what is the use in pretending?
We come into this life alone and on a whim,
And friend, we go out the same way.
Laugh as much as you please,
And as often as you please. Loudly.
Never miss a chance to love anyone.
Anger and hate are ridiculous things,
Like old men who try to hide their baldness
With the hair from the sides of their heads.
Listen closely now, I am speaking my mind
And my wonderful advice is absolutely free.

James Lee Jobe

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-James

Monday, October 22, 2018

'Deep in a heavy wood there is a hollow'

Deep in a heavy wood there is a hollow,
A clearing, a low place, dark. A hard place.
Here the government hides the corpses
Of the murdered children, shot in their schools,
Stacked like wood, sorted by race and wealth.
Their many bullet holes are hidden by funeral clothes,
Their shattered skulls are covered by hats and hoods.
Uplifting music comes from hidden speakers,
And at midnight the dead children rise to dance.

James Lee Jobe

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-James

'May there be true justice one day'

May there be true justice one day,
The same true justice for any person,
For every person.
May we achieve true equality,
Measured by kindness.

James

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'A dark thing quickly dashes across the pale rocks'

A dark thing quickly dashes across the pale rocks,
And just as fast, is gone.
What was it, we wonder, a shadow?
Looking up, only blue sky - no clouds, no birds.

So it goes sometimes, in life.
Something very dark scurries past,
Low and fast.
We cannot identify it, and, like fools
We looks to the heavens for an answer.

And even if we actually found an answer there,
Would we believe it?
Quite often, no, we would not.
It wasn't the answer the ego wanted,
Or is just too unbelievable.

Or perhaps we do believe the answer,
But have no way to use the information
Gifted to us that is actually helpful,
Being slow and thick as we are.

No, my friend. When darkness passes,
Let it go. Don’t waste the moment worrying.
A better use for the light from the heavens
Is to find your own path through the rocks.

James

-earlier version in Medusa's Kitchen

Sunday, October 21, 2018

'Open the gate. Let the cows roam'

Open the gate. Let the cows roam,
Following their own free will.
Open the door. Let the children play
However they wish to play.
If the house and the grounds are both silent,
Shape your cool tongue into a single white flower.
Perhaps a camellia, fat and full, bursting
With life. Lick the silence clean.
Move through your silence
Like you might move through an entire life,
If only you could; and do this without shame.

James

-earlier version in Medusa's Kitchen

'May I be spared the illusion'

May I be spared the illusion
That even one second belongs to me.
I own nothing.
There is only that which I do,
And that which I fail to do;
The choices that I make.
The rest is an illusion.

James

'Summer, the sun cut and burned'

Summer, the sun cut and burned
Like a dagger left long in the fire
And the valley slowly cooked in its wound.

I have better hopes for autumn.

Just beneath the earth’s surface it is cooler,
Even in summer, and the tangled roots
Reach down, down, down to the woman who lives below.
This is the woman who is one with the valley,
Not owning the valley,
And also not owned by the valley,
But one. Together.
The earth is her flesh,
And the plant-roots are her hair.

The woman and the valley are one.
Womanvalley.
Or Valleywoman.

And then, far below, miles and miles,
There is fire, the magma of the planet.
The fire of life.

Roots under the earth, sun above,
Flesh of the woman, flesh of life.
Life above, and the stuff of life.

James Lee Jobe


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Saturday, October 20, 2018

'Our labor is in the fields.'

Our labor is in the fields.
There is no supervisor, no 'strawboss.'
Your soul was once a field of corn.
Your soul was once a field of sunflowers,
A field of alfalfa. A field of wheat.
With hoe and seed and water and sweat
We work the fields of the living
Under the watchful eye of the sun.
Then, in the darkness between those days,
We work the fields of the dead.
Harness and strap, plow and sweat.

James

'Let me be always thankful'

Let me be always thankful for the kindness that comes to me, 
And then let me return that kindness to the world tenfold, 
And then tenfold again.

James