Writer – Author
pail melancholy monkeys
passing through time
wander aimlessly through nothing
analyzing their minds
they find a reason for being
and think of nothing else
if they find no motivation
some may kill themselves
some may think
if they have no purpose
it’s too scary to live
if life is worthless
the point to this story
is to warn all who may hear
live for the moment
don’t live in fear
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Pipeline of Madness
Noises in the pipeline
Vibrate through the body
Restless – no comfort
When does the peace return
Echoes swarming the head
Melancholy – sigh
The light breaks through eyelids
Join the madness or die
With eyes burned –
Silence is Chaos
With so much noise in the world
One wishes for silence and solitude
When this is achieved
One wishes for companionship
A vicious cycle with no end
When is one satisfied
With what one has
When does all the noise
Become too much
When does one find peace
In a world filled with
Chaos, pain, and abundance
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 