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James Hilden

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To Serve A Purpose

by

James Hilden

We respect the law
because its the law?
We await to recognize
the glorified.
But do you really realize
the things inside?
Do you sell your soul
to walls defied?
Or dig a hole
in which to hide?
Does it matter
Who is social
When civic virtues
define no end.

who am I?

by

James Hilden

Against
everything
else, they slept without dreams.
And the world that they knew, became something that fell
and was renewed
and became the world again.


Solid Wood Knock

by

James Hilden

And so I was awakened a second time
by the same strange knocking.
I sat upright in a state of primordial fear.
He was here, I could feel it.
Somewhere in the shadows in the corner of my room.
He walks towards me without moving his feet.
I reach up to check my pulse,
just like I'd done thousands of times before,
but this time it's not there. My heart no longer
beats
and so I shed a single tear, because 1 tear
is all I have time for.


T.V. (sounds like a fatal disease)

by

James Hilden

M&m games
and pot (no longer smoked)

the kid from the partridge family
killed by a silver ball

and...
When my favorite songs are on Solid Gold,
and my favorite show is re-released. And
my craziest friends are married.
Only then....
Will I be
Free?!


Black Building

by

James Hilden

...Setting sail on a caravan
from familiar waters...
Streams of highway drifting
towards distant shores
Ripples rock, rolling, gently
floating, sinking
On the way a sign says

Now Entering A
State of Grey

Passing crumbling towers
Pillars supporting only
falling sky.
Altars beholding
a fallen god
All along the way...
a voice whispered
State of Grey

Under a grassy field
a thousand soldiers lay.
The Black Building stands
on this eternal lawn
beckoning the day.
The plaque reads
3 shades of black
I understand as if
it seems to say
I'm sorry
for those who slay
for they live
in a state of grey.


City

by

James Hilden

I miss the trees.
I miss going for a drive
And being the only one on the road.
I miss parties in the woods.
I even miss the things that used to annoy me,
like an empty town in the fall,
or hanging in the park with nothing to do.
or cruising main at 2 a.m., for no reason.
I miss skies withour builings and planes.
I miss nights without sirens.
I miss big green lawns.


For M

by

James Hilden

And the fog was so heavy
that night
The party up
north..so far...
That my mind would wander
So that's where we
went
Into the spaces
where nowbody goes
It sucked

And there it died.


21

by

James Hilden

and so the view changes.
The world becomes real, with cigarette butts,
cancer, disease, worthless jobs...

Old friends and parties just
don't quite feel the same.

There is no more innocence
no more purity.

in its place is a
diminishing belief
in the goodness of man, a vanishing horizon
in the shadow of a bright and limitless future.

Things like money start to become rediculuously important,
as well as puttin up a good front.

There are no more great highs and tragic lows.
Life is beginning to rust, and tarnish, with a fine sheet of dust
settling over all. It's sinking in a sadness soo deep, that you
don't want it to go away........


New York-At Once

by

James Hilden

Intimidating and Inviting
Noisy and Serene
Mass in Perpetual Motion
Brute and Negotiator
Enclosed and Proportioned
Abrassive and Soothing
Filthy and Preened
Tarnished Shine
Foul and Cultured
Flighty and Deliberate
Controlled Anarchy
Frustrated and Gentle
Frail and Aggressive
Lost Believers