Poetry Monday: The Magic Circle

The crystal to the North
In front of me
A glass of Moscato to the West
On my left side
A vanilla scented candle to the South
Behind me
A paring knife to the East
On my right side
My familiar, Milo
A Russian Blue
Sits disinterested
Supervising my ritual
He stares at me
Like cats do
Making me question
All my life choices
With the paring knife
I cut an imaginary door
To leave my circle
And refill my wine glass

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Transcend Bigotry & First Impressions

Transcend Bigotry

You ever want to
Change your face
Change your race – 
Change your sex
Your gender
Your faith – 
Some would change
To feel accepted
At peace
With the Wasps – 

I claim no place
No label – no box – 
My race, my sex
My everything
Is my name – 
Don’t call me white
Or man
Or straight
Call me James
The only label I claim

I’m not white
I’m just James – 
My four eyes
Are color and gender blind

First Impressions

It doesn’t matter
How many people I help
Or how kind I am – 
You’ll never see me
As anything more
Than some
Bastard –

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.