Throwback Thursday Poetry: Walk Through the Desert

walk through the desert
crawl over the sand
beware the lone gunmen
who’s on his last stand

the bushy eagle
with his false beak
calls you to fight
fight for the weak

in infamy lives the day
in which the battle first began
the enemy that attacked
seemed very glad

a lifetime has passed
and we worry no more of the threat
instead it is moral values
that cause us to fret

think more of what’s right or wrong
than who will hurt you
fear more the man
who stands back and guides you

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Transcend Bigotry & First Impressions

Transcend Bigotry

You ever want to
Change your face
Change your race – 
Change your sex
Your gender
Your faith – 
Some would change
To feel accepted
At peace
With the Wasps – 

I claim no place
No label – no box – 
My race, my sex
My everything
Is my name – 
Don’t call me white
Or man
Or straight
Call me James
The only label I claim

I’m not white
I’m just James – 
My four eyes
Are color and gender blind

First Impressions

It doesn’t matter
How many people I help
Or how kind I am – 
You’ll never see me
As anything more
Than some
Bastard –

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Women Have Mantrums Too

We had boxes for Go-Go dancers
On the dancefloor

Some girls would climb up to dance
I told them, to avoid liability issues,
To get down

They put their hand out
For me to help them down
I walked away

They yelled at me in Spanish

They climbed on the box
On their own
They can get down on their own

I treated them the same
As I treated the men


Women have yelled at me
For opening doors
Saying they’re not weak
They can do it themselves

I hold doors for men too

I’m just being polite
And respectful

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.