Down to Earth , eccentrics, loving , Honest, Funny, I'm a Writer , Musician , I stay home a lot I try to keep a balance at times but thats
because I kind of separate my self from the Evils at times , I Pick people that are fun loving to be around that smile and are not too full of them selfs, I treat every one the same , Thats the only way you can see who are the one's that are real,.

Hour Glass Figure.

My thoughts are like dreams that haven't Come true just this minute,
My day's are long as my thought's drain down in this hour glass to the minute,
as the wait for a forever minute that is too long to think this thought just for this minute,
My mind is tired of this thought these wasted minutes for this shaped hour glass ,
smooth cures the shadows that appear on this wall that shift shape your body a hour glass figure,
It's a wonder I waist my thought's my Minutes to watch the shadow shaped hour Glass figure,
Not my Fingers that travel your hour Glass figure but my eye's that watch each and every minute,
That you let me fill your hour glass figure with Grains of sand to the Very last minute,

CPR2007 James Landry.




My Porcelain Universe of Pity.

Another spent night In the palm of your hand You are my gallant knight she whisper,
I would rather have only your bright eyes to Put to every night and every day that my palm sweats from your touch,
I wish I could put a face to each and every Lonely Night with out light that your eyes Can help me See what I'm Blind,
From a far away fantasy land you call love that our faces can not touch cheek to cheek,
I see what I see my heart feels this difference of mixed Dreams that come true when I believe your back is my pillow,
My porcelain universe is filled with pity that this girl is not me an Angel bedside to give you the peace as you lay there,
My blind beauty to bestow your eyes to endure me with love,
But you hold on for I am that someone special that lives among the angels where dreams can sometimes be real,
where I can cast my spell where dreams do come true if you Believe in not to not Believe in My servants,
you are no longer to hold on to what you think is Love that the love you Seek weakens you from your senseless fighting
your whole life you have look forward to this day , this day to give in To give up It's your time To live among the angels,
Never to Give up In what's real but to carry this dream down to the depths of your Grave ,
as I will Raise you up once more to share my Light as My light is Dark with out you,
Dreams remain Dreams until my Spell is Cast while the War of Love Lives inside of my Porcelain universe,
where Dreams are meant to be Broken and sorrow is free,
where Scars of disfigurement show from ages of a life time of beatings of lost Battles of a Love you thought was real,
No longer be that shadow rather than to look away from my eyes they are bright with Dreams for you to adore,
So that you may live in my Porcelain universe of Pity so I may spend another Night in your Palm,

2007 James Landry,   Send me a message!

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