Lost In Dreams


I walk this road alone.
I will never be able to go home.
Everything is far away.
Gone and lost in dreams of yesteryears.

I seek those things of yesterday.
Yet they have disappeared in time.
Gone along with the dreams.
Slipped through time like water through fingers.

I sleep to dream of you and the dreams of what we had then.
I awake and see the things that are the reality of time past.
A place which cannot be changed.
An awaking of how we waste the time we once had.

I walk alone in this road of loneliness.
Knowing that only I and I alone took those dreams away.
In darkness I cry feeling sorry for myself.
I destroyed the time of dreams for that I walk this road alone.






Photo by James Earl Wells 2017



I want to say your name,
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I can’t understand.

I want to feel you skin again,
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I just want you back again.

I want you to kiss me again.
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I just want to stop crying.

I want to hear your voice again.
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
It cuts deep into my bleeding heart.

But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I stand here flowers in hand.

This is not how I wanted it.
But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain.
I walk away alone again.

But I look out and it starts to rain.
It brings back all the pain again.
It brings back all the pain.

Goodnight my Love


Shadows grow larger as the sun goes down.
The mystery of what hides in the shadows eludes us.
We walk faster past those tall scary shadows.

There is no reasoning to walk faster.
There is no proof that in that darkness evil lurks.
There is only our minds’ telling us “run.”

Yet we seek to walk on the side of shadows.
When it just as easy to cross the street into the light.
Is it the passion for the scare or hope of loss?

The shadows never take anything.
They only give the illusion of fear.
They make the mind play back every horror movie.

They come every night and leave every dawn.
And the only thing that they do is grow fear.
In the absence of light they grow.

They are nothing more or nothing less.
They are only a product of our over active minds.
They even take form in our homes.

Shadows grow larger when the sun goes down.
They cast a large fear and our minds run away with it.
Some die from the fear, some sit staring into space.

Yet each day these shadows form.
Just as they did the day before.
And people will hurry through them.

Just as they did the day before.
Never knowing that there is nothing there.


When The Children Cry

I have sailed across the oceans wide.
I have navigated the rivers and waterways of continents.
I have walk the roads of many countries.
I have looked under every bridge and in every town.

Yet, through all this I have found only violence.
In some I have found people starving.
Others were slaves to the powers to be.
And in all the Children were crying.

The children would gather with hands out.
Their eyes red and swollen.
Their  bodies tiny from starvation.
No, tears for crying just the look of death.

Some the graves were larger than the village.
Others there was no energy to see who was going through the village.
The moans coming from grass huts.
The dead laying on the paths, with no one to bury them.

The sound of death could be heard long before you reached the town.
The smell lingered for miles.
The images burned into your mind.
Each place would be better or worse, it did not matter. They were the same.

A heart broken.
A life taken.
A land nothing but dirt.
Nothing but dirt and huts.

Miles poles with bodies hanging from them.
Others they just lay there a blank stare.
Then the ones who would crawl, hand out stretched.
The sadness on the faces.

A lifetime gone within moments.
A heartache of a lifetime.
No one knows, and no one sees.
They just walk on by as if the paths were empty.

No, care or love.
No food or drink.
No medicine for the sick.
No shovels for the dying.

Just the cry’s of death.
Cry’s so loud it deafens the ears.
So vivid the heart breaks.
So terrible you hang your head and ask why!

So terrible you wish you could die for them.
They have done nothing to anyone.
There’s is not for us to judge.
Only that we help.

Blinders we see as they walk by.
Blinders as they buy land to build empires.
Blinders as it is only one less mouth to feed.
Blinders as they smile walking into the new building.

Hold high the head.
With the Blood of those dying.
Happiness for the new Company.
With death all around it.

And so man walks on.
They call it progress.
As another one dies.
Laying on the ground for wild animals to eat.

So repulsive are these words.
I have written them for you.
I have written them for them.
Will they make you act?
Or will you move on?

I Am

I am not a robot following commands.
I am a person of strong convictions.
I am not a violent person.
I believe peace can be achieved.

I am not a greedy person.
I believe that wealth breeds corruption.
I am not a war monger.
I believe we can work thing out.

I am not blameless.
I have my faults.
I am not free to insults.
I will walk away.

I am not free of hate.
I believe I can free myself of hate.
I am not heartless.
I can love all.

I am not the person you think I am.
I am and always have been strong in faith.
I am not a doubter.
I am a spreader of Good News.

I am not a monster to be afraid of.
I would not hurt a fly.
I am not a mold of society.
I am me and I walk my own road.

I do not believe in fairy tales.
I believe in my heart.
I do not keep secrets.
I am an open book.

I am not God.
I would not pretend to be.
I am not an Angel.
That would be pretending to be God.

I am always here.
I am always caring.
I am always loving.
I am always there for you.
I am the one who will hold you while you cry.
I am the who will listen.
I am the person that smiles at you each day.
I am all of this and more.

I am not.
Yet I am.
That was yesterday.
And this is today.
I am not yesterday.
I am now.

I am not.
Yet I am.

I am.
Are you?


The warmth of a smile.
The beauty of the eyes.
The softness of the lips.
The curve of the neck.

The smell of the hair.
The smooth fair skin.
The gentle hands.
The bounce in a walk.

The time of day.
The brightness of the sun.
The cool of the breeze.
The setting of the sun.

All in one day.
The life of one person.
The Love they express.
The Hope that dwells deep within

The very essence of life lived.
The wonderful smells of the world.
And when the day is over.
The silence of sleep.

To wake to another day.
To love one more time.
To touch one more smile.
To live life and never forget.

Needful Things

It is nothing that you can see.
It is something you can feel.
It touches you as you walk.
It speaks to you as you sit.
It lifts you up as you sleep.
It opens when you come to it.
It understands when you don’t.
It believes when you doubt.
It is brave when you are weak.
It catches you when you fall.
It mends your heart when it is broken.
It is nothing more and nothing less.
It always has what you need.
It never hates but always loves you.
It never strays but is always with you.
It asks for nothing but you give it love.
It gives hope where there is none.

“Love, Hope and Charity.
The greatest of these is Love.”
The Bible