Tuesday Poetry: The Ethereal Stones

The wind scratched my face
Like dragon’s breath
My horse fell and died
From too much heat
My armor removed
Too hot to wear –
This enchanted stone
Keeps me alive
It conjures water
Into being
I hunt with my sword
Enough to live –
Banished to this land
I could not kill
The river serpent
That cunning demon
Plagues my kingdom –
The enchanted stones
Hold the power
To vanquish evil
But I have one –
One mage can find them
The Algonquin
Will I live in time
To find the stones

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Choosing to be Alone

I pursue time alone
Mostly because there are
Few people I want to be around
None of them make me feel comfortable

I seek out connections
With other people, searching
I want someone to share life with
Positive influences are hard to find

Even family can be tiresome
Or they fail to notice my discomfort
Perhaps they don’t care
Or are too self-absorbed

Meeting people in public
Is equally disappointing
I don’t know them well enough
Or I genuinely don’t like them

There are few I actually like
And I don’t see them often enough
Life feels easier around them
Why aren’t more people like that

It’s difficult finding balance
Removing certain people from your life
While trying to bring more people in
Nothing goes as planned

I pursue time alone
Because I can’t be with those people
The ones who lift me up
Who make me feel important

But when I’m alone
I don’t feel important
I feel pain and sorrow
I feel like death

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Flashback Friday Poetry: Richmond Sky

a crisp warm day under the Richmond Sky
i sit on a bench and wonder why
why the world changes as it does
why there isn’t more peace and love

all beautiful days
encompassed by rage
no hope for anyone
buried under the sun
the dreams of the voiceless
surrounded by darkness
the cries in the violence
heard only in silence

the cold and dark day of the Richmond Sky
drives everyone away and inside
the wonderful day that once was
shatters at the death of a dove

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