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Poetry Monday: Abundance

Our attention is pulled so many ways
The abundance can be captivating
We can’t escape the information maze

Sifting through the data always takes days
But there’s never enough time for sorting
Our attention is pulled so many ways

Trapped and fighting through the media haze
Struggling to keep our will from breaking
We can’t escape the information maze

Investing in silence that never pays
The noise is ever encapsulating
Our attention is pulled so many ways

As the world dies in a glorious blaze
We can’t decide to run or keep fighting
We can’t escape the information maze

We’d like to think we’re going through a phase
How do we stop always overthinking?
Our attention is pulled so many ways
We can’t escape the information maze

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Flashback Friday Poetry: The Life Giver

she is the Life Giver
and the maker of pain
passing along what they taught her
the monsters of her shame
the Creature of False Belief
and the Taker of Innocent Game
create and nurture her grief
for me to one day claim
she attempts not to notice
she won’t accept the blame
her only true crime now
is pretending it all away
while striving for nothing
with everything to gain
she is the Life Giver
and Taker just the same

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

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Nature’s Secrets

when the Wind can move and the Trees are free
when the Rocks will dance and the Grass can fly
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

Nature’s Children can jump and play with glee
everyone loves to dream with hopes so high
when the Wind can move and the Trees are free

even in places where no one can see
even if the Land of the Earth is dry
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

nothing is more satisfying to me
than that wonderful time that passes by
when the Wind can move and the Trees are free

all of the Insects are chasing the Trees
but this doesn’t cause the Bushes to cry
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

if the Crafty Animals leave them be
Nature’s Secrets and Dreams will never die
when the Wind can move and the Trees are free
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

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