the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana » soars http://www.tpkpoetry.com the poetry of stephen m. james Fri, 28 Mar 2014 01:04:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.3 Sheets chastely seduce http://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/sheets-chastely-seduce/ http://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/sheets-chastely-seduce/#comments Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 Light fades as unconsciousness fondles me with cotton veils.
Sheets chastely seduce like gentle hugs from loved ones.
Succumbing to slumber’s sweet whisper after uneasy days?all days,
my conscious idols the conscious: the ability not to be idle,
sleep seeps through my sockets soaking my muscle’s soars,
selflessness battles sleepiness and its onslaught of night,
Smelling myself in self-sopping pillows, I squint,
knowing I must surrender to the shadows to be any use
when the sun overcomes and morn seeps through my shades.

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What God has been showing
To this desolate planet beneath
Deluged in disbelief.

What can I change of me
To change some part of you?
Cycles through my brain
And I can’t contain, these thoughts of you.
This anger roars
And my temper soars, to new heights
As I face this question one more time. . . .

Lost they call you under the steeple
You’d never carpool with those people.
You don’t hear a voice and look away
Hoping Heston might ring someday.

What can I change of me
To change some part of you?
Cycles through my brain
And I can’t contain, these thoughts of you.
This anger roars
And my temper soars, to new heights
As I face this question one more time. . . .

Not amazed at your daze due to your past
So tortured, I try not to ask
But truth is truth and we’re all frail
Too much riding on this to fail.

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