Throwback Thursday Poetry: Lies

we ask ourselves these life-long questions
to blind ourselves from our imperfections
if we lose ourselves in our places
then we hide ourselves behind new faces

looking for a meaning in life
nothing more in our eyes
running towards a place to hide
nothing more in our eyes

walking through our lives alone
wanting nothing but a home
never finding what we want
still asking why, why not

is it fate or is it life
that gives us so much strife
never wanting to find the truth
only asking for the proof

if we try to do things right
we bring ourselves to our own demise
no longer trying; no longer caring
only looking for a way out

people are nice to you; people are kind
really they are hiding the lies
trusting nothing; trusting no one
hoping for something or possibly someone

fearing pain; fearing lies
fearing the truth behind your eyes
looking for answers and knowing the truth
hoping it all is only a ruse

losing ourselves in our mind
knowing only the instinct to hide
craving the life that passed us by
thinking of nothing but life without lies

lying for attention; lying for greed
lying so people will make us feel pleased
lying to everyone while lying to no one
lying to ourselves for a sense of reason

lies can be harmless; lies can be dreadful
knowing which is which can be a struggle
finding this knowledge can be helpful
but at the same time it can be regrettable

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

Poetry Monday: The Woman

She’s not just a woman
She is The Woman
The only one
She has such confidence and
Command of her sexuality
She is the most intelligent
The most beautiful
The most alluring
Goddess to grace
This dumpster fire of my life
I cannot live without her
And yet I cannot have her
I don’t want to control or possess her
Love is about appreciation not possession
I love her
I admire her
She does not feel the same
But she doesn’t reject me
She is mysterious and interesting
She’s everything I want in a life partner

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: The Faces

when i close my eyes
i see so many faces
so many friendly faces
the faces that can’t hurt
that can’t deceive you
no matter what i do
they’re there for me
and always will be

when i open my eyes
i see no faces
no friendly faces
just faces that hurt
and do deceive you
i do nothing
and they disappear
these faces have left me here

when i close my eyes
i see so many faces
so many friendly faces
but these faces do hurt
and do deceive you
no matter what i do
i see no faces
just emptiness in their places

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