Horror Author
without tardiness, the measure is done
it is safe to say the battle is won
all villains and enemies will crumble
by My hand, all in My path will tumble
do not jest in ridicule unto Me
for it is I who will let your soul free
only true and just warriors may pass
justice and honor are why they will last
I am the battlefield; I am the blade
in the heat of war My image won’t fade
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
muddy waters
swampy graves
enter the mercenary
into the maze
hired to kill
all in his way
everyone will die
or he doesn’t get paid
using two guns
when one works just fine
blowing up buildings
just to pass the time
a difficult job
someone might say
but for those in the business
it’s simply child’s play
no one can escape
the great wrath of their might
they’re paid to cause destruction
to the death they will fight
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
“it’s hunting season”
he hollered to his son
“it’s time you learned
how things should be done
first the proper clothing
and other things you should wear
this is a must when hunting
two-legged deer
secondly speech
this you’ll surely need
it is the most important
so listen to me
choose your words carefully
speak in good time
do not interrupt
and no wandering of the eyes
when you’ve achieved their attention
all else is downhill
if you have not
than prepare to be grilled
when you’ve got her
please respect your woman
otherwise she’ll make you
stand over the oven”
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 