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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127124112011-04-21T17:50:27.125-07:00prose..."Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." - Leonard CohenJames Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-33108138089822087822007-01-04T14:16:00.000-08:002007-03-24T08:09:31.193-07:00"Pure Love Explained"

conceptualize what I'm beginning,to realize evasive purity of love.Yet not at all impossible discovery,since tasted her indeed, the blessed scentand sweet - its holy nectarYou see, the thing to do for actuation,is hold on to the dream from incubation.and search not ever for it to appear,but trust in faith its always very near.However first to recognize it,alert indeed you must to soulful

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1161920320326866392006-10-26T20:28:00.000-07:002006-10-26T20:38:40.336-07:00False Amulet

to each is known the hidden depths of doubt,which maps the path of what should come about,by holding each past ache to guide the way,instead of trusting choice for day to day.A guard which quick to tiresome begets,with loves lost gauged - false amulet,Each losing what is yearned in secret deep,By strength and pride this pain we keep.So what to do with this one here today?Is it okay to make this

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1150214675210796182006-06-13T09:02:00.000-07:002006-06-13T09:04:35.213-07:00my river :)

i looked at the top of the river and noticed the rapids and rocks and the clefts in the stream.I also noticed the calm spots and pools of contentment within it.at first when i started upon this river, i gripped the sides being buffeted from one rock to the other, and in some cases, being stuck in undertows and whirlpools fighting to break clear.it was in one of these whirlpools early on in this

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1150214473298359942006-06-13T08:51:00.001-07:002006-06-13T09:01:13.310-07:00(written for heidi - Tues June 13th, 2006)

I've travelled many trails upon the land,and drawn so many castles in the sand,Yes wished for more then I truly deserved,So not at all surprised by all so untoward.For many times I thought i was defined,With all the wisdom given so refined,To learn that what i think is less then true,Until that day just now when I met you.Of course i had to wonder what to thinkSince after all each hope was sure

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1148004222847704392006-05-18T19:03:00.000-07:002006-05-18T19:03:42.856-07:00Within - Without

Reminiscence I - this moment to thus past,for the bliss I find upon each cast,toward discovery with love for self perceived,each moments gleaming - truest weakness weaved...for now upon this straightest path of mine,without the finite knowing each past sign.-- its glorious this road of life,to navigate tween fire and strife,without the answers truly bourne,each with the joy and thus forlorn,for

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115632533633726562005-05-09T02:54:00.000-07:002005-05-09T02:59:54.416-07:00"the trip..."

travelling through state,invisible to the temporal,seeing tomorrow unfold today,knowing it quietly,because You show me.they whisper in secret,they express alone,they crave quietly,they live the drone.and still I watch them,as they function in their perception,not seeing it past their eyes,trapped in human skins.they awe at the common,they race to extract good time,they follow the seasons and the

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115632046256825702005-05-09T02:46:00.000-07:002005-05-09T02:51:40.236-07:00"tomorrow"

the sun will rise tomorrow,as the mountains all still stand,birds symphony at daybreak,while the wind moves cross the land.the stars will glow in splendor,as the moon shows hope in light,the depths of all the distance,brings the fullness of the night.and so its been forever,to continue all our dreams,for whats coming - what's remembered,has been steady and remains.this heart is as the mountains,

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115631710386378702005-05-09T02:41:00.000-07:002005-05-09T02:41:50.390-07:00"simplicity"

through all the events that pass,and changes of my life.the things i've now experienced,are absent of all strife.i'm free, at peace, and quite alert,without a single heartache.returned to pure and simple life,with forward freedoms gait.i'm free indeed, in heart and soul,completely safe to be.without pretense or put on shows,no games for them to see.perplexed i'm sure they're wondering,if this is

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115631098352613352005-05-09T02:31:00.000-07:002005-05-09T02:31:38.356-07:00"continuation"

once upon a time ago,when i was not so old you know,i found that things were simple true,and nothing was discovered new,for everything that i have learned,with bruises i have dearly earned,i know that i will always stand,because my strength and helping hand,before when i would meet someone,i'd wonder if its go or come,and now i know that waiting for,is generally a decision poor,because those that

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115630489438803602005-05-09T02:21:00.000-07:002005-05-09T02:21:29.443-07:00"the quiet"

for whisper in the deepest sight,toward a longing found by night,wisking truth inside me deep,a quiet hope provoked to keep.a faith toward what's yet to be,the unity of hearts so free,in each and every quiet stare,prayer on the softened hidden air,with breeze and heat of summer sun,once for the joining of the one,which distance path has brought to now,amazed at travelled distance how,i hoped and

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115445928378035432005-05-06T23:04:00.000-07:002005-05-07T00:04:39.656-07:00"too blind to see"

the wonder of the momentswhen i reflect,to see the pain inflictedthrough my introspect,i wonder how we hurt each otherevery time we speak,from that which was the gifted truth ofwhat it was we seek,and yes, its sad that each of usdesire to just hurt,toward the other quickly with a wordthat cuts to dirt,we say, "oh this and that to you"because its what so aches,and neither of the pride insidecan

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115444533928912542005-05-06T22:41:00.000-07:002005-05-06T23:45:28.523-07:00"memories and history"

I see your face in every pondand bluest sky,Your purest gleam by voices cooon e'ry sparrows sigh,With tears of joy through splendoredrainbows kiss,I miss your mischief starlittwinkled bliss,The whispers of your name by breezethrough prairie wheat,Caressing kisses form my face bysummer's gentle heat.Quietly expressed by me this very way.Each hidden sense of you for e'ry day.JM 2004-Dec-09 2:02 am

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115443315166407882005-05-06T22:21:00.000-07:002005-05-06T22:21:55.170-07:00"the promise"

As every eveningssunset parts with winking,I rest my dailyremeniscent thinking,Of days gone bythose memories past musing,To ponder chapters pastreceiving for the losing,So now I live in focusedconstant present,The morrow promisesa dawning evervescent,Toward the promiseopen heart desired,So calmly forthrightwaiting not aspired,Since borrowed is the momentquick to come,Past all I have enduredyet

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115443061074760662005-05-06T22:16:00.000-07:002005-05-06T22:18:46.576-07:00"regrafted rib"

i have never known this kind of love,which waited all my life to try,now here you are beside me full,thus granting me a grateful sigh,i've wondered all my life if you were real,so awe struck toward you,since everything from this day forwardshines with sunlight new,for everytime i think a thing will cometo ruin all i've tasted,you stand and show that enemiesin all their efforts wasted,for you have

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115442926658296352005-05-06T22:14:00.000-07:002005-05-06T22:15:26.663-07:00"she"

She will be free in her heart,She will know no obstacles,She will see her life as temporal,She will follow Truth faithfully without doubt or question,She will praise God when she's tried,She will never rebel to rebel - only against what taints truth.She knows she is spirit,She believes every word He says,She will never look with her eyes, because He is invisible,She will never be trapped by other

James Mendhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11566869838396774559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12712411.post-1115442791532892702005-05-06T22:12:00.000-07:002005-05-06T22:13:11.536-07:00"Pure Love Explained"

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