James Geehring
/ GreyThoughts.Info…bombs still falling, momma
For my ears, they cannot hear
Are there flashes from the guns at night
My sight I’ve lost…
By James Geehring
…curl round the logs that burn
In hearth of cozy mind
The coals beneath the glowing grate
Still spread the warmth through…
By James Geehring
…all walk the same courses, in our lives from day to day
Familiar halls or driven roads or pathways made of clay
A melancholy comfort as we repeat our routine
Yet why are there so few who can see what it may…
By James Geehring
…exquisite form of torture
To desire what one can’t have
A burn that lasts forever
No response to cooling…
By James Geehring
…old as I walk down the hallway
So old as I lie down to sleep
Yet so full is my mind’s memory storehouse
Of the tales of my youth that I…
By James Geehring
…term “unbridled passion” stirs a memory deep in mind
Of youthful thoughts and actions and ambitions which were blind
The charging into every day as if it were the last
No concept of how every hour would soon make up…
By James Geehring