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[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

Near The Figure
Standing near the figure thee
beholding all of your beauty
a torture standing by to me
because I cannot let you see
the contents in this hard bark tree
so fragile yes they all must be
but ever so strong as the balmy sea!
To my heart your smile a key
of picturesque melody
my love burns with the third degree
my heart shines with wonderous smei
but the thoughts that would let thee
understand in words a part of me
can no longer can hold back strong
the things I've wished to tell...
So Long

James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

Shadows
Shadows, one in the day
clearly visible,
even though I pretend not
playing upon my mind not to see
my eyes even play tricks on me...
how lost i am of what to do or say
just as usual you make me meek,
and my bold personally yields to the weak
then as we draw closer... closer...
My confidence is reinforced...
I take another look, there... I've lost it...
again...
If only words could form in me, I pass by...
it is over... full of regret for the silence
on the out... but loud cries within.

James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

That Feeling
Its that feeling again,
my emotions in the wind...
I know it too well,
but yet...the feeling I cannot dispell.
The love within, manifested out
will my love end?
Or am I a hopeless forever sprout?
The sprout I am, foolishly giving
Though the pain I feel the while I'm living
....caused by no return....
Or is it returned yet silently...
silence is so terrifyingly strong...
I wish to undo the wrong,
but I...incapable of so...
yes...so incapable so...
Can't I let it go...
No...they say it is not easy...
what do they know...
Most of the world...
Can't love to begin with.

James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

What can hold it?
What can hold my heart?
I found out a football field was too small,
can't be contained in any four walls.
So I tried the air,
but it cried out not fair...
how I asked? It replied with simple words
I am not strong enough to hold its weight...
but I replied, it weighs as a feather.
The air proclaimed that was not true,
I looked inside and saw the content too.
Then I tried one last place...
the large and non finite....space.
I put it out there, space complained to me...
how can I hold this thing?
this infinitely massive thing?
I said...you...you are space...
you are forever in all directions.
It replied in simple words...I could expand
for all eternity...but never...will I have...
the volume to hold your heart.

James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

What to Do?
Last minute rush,
outsiders won't hush,
stuck in the midst,
of push and pull,
this delay I have is risk,
all in shoes like me remember this rule...
ALWAYS STUDY TWO NIGHTS
BEFORE THE TEST AT SCHOOL!
Its not possible to get that head,
infinitely full,
with things you have never ever read,
nuff said,
your dead.
Unless you kill the test...
but we know the outcome,
just like the rest...
you will struggle strive,
at school tommorow...
to stay alive...

James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

Who Art Thou

( who are you to call me a lier..... )


Who art thou to call me a lier?
to call me the lesser one?
to call me not important?
who art thou to say that I am wrong?
did you hear my side?
did you try my way?
did you consider the possibility...
that you were wrong?
who are you to call me down
call me out of my name?
and on me put the blame?
who art thou...
you are afraid of me...
you know that I am free, right and free
you can't hold a stand against me...
now go and flee
WHO ART THOU!
oh coward who is now proven wrong
after all this time so long! ( yes, Pun Intended, just the way I would have liked it to have ended )

James Byron Miller

Copyright©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

Will it last?
None...no other...could touch me this way...
I am sore...not physically...but in my mind,
my soul...if physical was the word used...
which in this case it can...the way my chest
plagued with pain, strains against my body's
veins...yes...sometimes, I feel lame. Unable
to function plain, this pain...
must it remain?
That fist shaped object in my chest...twist
and turns and does not rest...sometimes I
wish it would...just for a second to free me.
And when the glorious briefness of the
moment has passed...resuming again...
the pain that seems to last...

James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[Kirisutokyoo-shinja]

How many days?
How many days until summer time?
How many days till I legaly drink wine?
How many days before the next attack?
How many days until the full moon?
I hope the next of these things come soon...
How many days until I'm ready...
to put aside all things which are so petty?
How many days until I see the beauty that
the world...has hidden from me?
How many days until my fight...with things
of the past and those to come...the time that
I may have the turn to bite? Make it right?
Get out of that tough woven sticky gum?
All these problems can be solved in a day...
if of course going about this very simple way
Dedicate your life to God, let him see you
for what you are, send your sins afar, let him forget them,
and you too, then you can say...How many days ago was it summer time?
How many days ago was the full moon?...


James Byron Miller

Copyright ©2003 James Byron Miller

 

[life_boy]

Post-Market Survey for the Rich in Spirit
9.24.02 by Michael David Perkins

After you. No I insist.
Have a nice fall to spring back so quickly?
Silly kid. I thought I saw a bear.

Go on now. My turn too.
Going to shop with credit card shuffling?
Silly kid. He saw a bear and laughed.