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Once,
A group rallied
To make rape
Legal.
I was angry –
That night at work,
A female coworker
Said some guy
Said weird things
Then got her a drink;
A soda.
It tasted weird.
She didn’t feel well.
We kicked him out.
I have zero
Tolerance for
Rapists.
I’d rather
Have my dick
Cut off
Than force
Myself
Onto someone –
I just want
To be loved
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
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The dawn paints love notes
with words of emoted hue
Fine lines of arousal and
promises of celestial view
Noon brings harsh light
fading the denim of our desire
Reality hides in the acrid smoke
left in the wake of our carnal fire
Nightfall offers the comfort of shadows
where our kisses slowly melt
Knowing time ticks nonchalantly
as heart break is brutally dealt
©04/2019 (revised)
I am in the process of revisiting some of my earlier poetry — polishing a few while recognizing some are lost causes. This is one I resurrected.
Disclaimer: This is a story. I am not a stalker.
no one saw what i could see
the beast within that haunted me
it lay dormant in childhood days
then awoken at my first gaze
upon this beauty named fair Rachel
whom was surely named by an angle
i began to court this fair maiden
she gave me thoughts opposite of a Raven
i fell in love with her eyes
the amazing balls that could mesmerize
my thoughts all became of her
this young woman who was a wonder
it felt as if i was reborn
no longer was i being torn
this person who enchanted me
was what i needed to be happy
my mind thought of nothing more
it was like the days of yore
i grew to love this woman before me
she was all that i could see
we had our ups and downs in the past
but nothing could break our great mass
i went to see her the other day
and she screamed to me “stay away!”
i did not understand what happened
they all said i had an obsession
this your woman whom i adored
i only thought of, nothing more
when i went to her door
the Constable said “nevermore”
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 