Throwback Thursday Poetry: Walk Through the Desert

walk through the desert
crawl over the sand
beware the lone gunmen
who’s on his last stand

the bushy eagle
with his false beak
calls you to fight
fight for the weak

in infamy lives the day
in which the battle first began
the enemy that attacked
seemed very glad

a lifetime has passed
and we worry no more of the threat
instead it is moral values
that cause us to fret

think more of what’s right or wrong
than who will hurt you
fear more the man
who stands back and guides you

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: My So-Called Love

i’m not the one to blame
when you have gone insane
you seem to want to tame
the life i live with pain
it’s freedom that i crave
but you don’t feel the same

oh no
you see
i’m begging on my knees
today
i plead
why won’t you let me

i guess i have no choice
it’s me that you annoy
it seems i’ve lost my voice
i hear you rejoice
it brings you joy to see
all this tragedy

i can’t
believe
you’d do all this to me
the heart
in me
it blinds me to your deeds

this pain
i feel
i will never reveal
to them
to me
i will never be free

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