During a summer
Full of high hopes
I was wheeled
Into that white room
That terrifying
White room
Full of masked faces
And sharp
Silver implements
There was only my one solace
One thought
One idea
That kept me sane
In that dark moment
Pushing all my mental faculties
Towards engaging
The man
Who was putting me under
Into the world of nothingness
With a delightful conversation
About cheese
– James Dubeau
I’ve paid the money
To host this blasted site
Made the plans
To revive my inner poet
And keep him busy
Maintaining efforts
All year long
Now
I just need to make good
On intentions
Resolutions
Starting early
With a running start
Into the New Year
To be proactive
Chasing dreams
Perchance
To live the dream
For once
– James Dubeau
Today will be
The last day I’ll walk
And scribble poetry
On my daily escapes
From work’s crushing grasp
Into nature’s caress
Temps dipped below twenty
Fingers froze to the pen
Freezing lake winds
Overpower a weak sun’s rays
I cannot write outside
Not through this winter
Willpower and motivation
Must force the pen
To find warmer refuge
From winter’s chill
In those fleeting moments
When I could escape
– James Dubeau
Down at the crossroads
The Devil proposed
An arduous game
To gamble your soul
How would you respond
Which choice would you make
Risk worth the reward
For a golden taste
Would you play the game
Challenging the odds
Finding any way
To triumph that day
Or
Would you call it quits
Run from the crossroads
Refusing to risk
Tormenting your soul
I’d look the Devil
Squarely in the eye
And take on the game
Knowing what’s at stake
Paradise is worth
A risky gamble
Without which, is life
Really worth living
– James Dubeau
Tiger stripes
Across the lake
Ripples in the waves
Light stripes
On the majestic body
Reminders of
Those upon my flesh
They are beautiful expressions
Of growth
Gained strength
Victories
Over destructive pasts
– James Dubeau
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