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Flashback Friday Poetry: In the Life of Me

it’s another day in the life of me
crawling through time with nothing left inside
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

i have nothing left, nothing left to be
the only sounds heard are the sounds i’ve sighed
it’s another day in the life of me

to conquer this feeling life should be seized
i should charge the Ocean and hit the Tide
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

no love to be found, nothing i can see
just horrible sounds of those who have lied
it’s another day in the life of me

the door to my future i hold the key
just beyond that is a world vast and wide
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

the problems i see and will never flee
i haven’t backed down and never have cried
it’s another day in the life of me
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

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

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Flashback Friday Poetry: I’ll Never Know; I’ll Never Glow

a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know
cursed as well as deprived did my soul feel
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

years of sadness covered my heart in snow
locked away behind a big Wall of steel
a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know

she bore me than just left me saying “No!”
it hurt so much i couldn’t even heal
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

as life went on i continued to grow
knowing what i wanted was never real
a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know

through women and girls my heart went so low
the skin on my face i wanted to peal
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

am i happier now i don’t think so
thinking as i’m alone eating this meal
a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

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

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Flashback Friday Poetry: Giants and the Arena

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve ever written. I believe it’s one of the best I wrote in my early writing days.

he awakes on the sand of My battlefield
disoriented much but he knows he’s been here
his Opponents await on the other side of the ring
They’ve been waiting for years for this boy to return
the boy is a man now braver and wiser
and stands without fear unlike he did before

for years subconsciously he’s feared My structure
the shrieking Crowd along My exterior
and the large colorless Demons from his dreams
it seems there is no moisture in the air
nothing to Smell nothing to Taste
as one overzealous Giant begins to charge

years past the child would have run on My sandy belly
but now he stands firm seeking a weapon in close proximity
a bloodstained Sword and Axe lay a few feet from him
and with great intent he seizes the iron Aides
he remembered the Giants from his nightmares
“they seemed larger then” he thought as the eager one fell

each of the giants fell harder than the one before
only the color of crimson Blood lay on the floor
this man had come back to settle a score
the Arena in His mind that i am no more
He returns to His world asleep in His bed
Knowing the giants will never wake from the dead

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