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Flashback Friday Poetry: Luna’s Final Words

i quietly sit
here upon the Moon
breathing my last breath
my end will be soon
to stare at the Earth
it is strange to see
while so many are
gazing up at me
what do they think of
what is it they dream
with a lost starved look
they drink the Moon’s Beam

I am the one face
everyone has seen
but here face to face
we have never been
with a watchful eye
I protect mother
but My time is done
She’ll find another
I don’t fear the end
I don’t want to scream
to stare at the Earth
I have lived My dream

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

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: RLS

all these prickling, burning Sensations
do what i must to keep my mind deceived
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

almost unbearable Irritation
through constant movement relief is achieved
all these prickling, burning Sensations

body awakes the brain with persuasion
how could my tired mind be so naive
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

i can feel them, the subtle Vibrations
these things my nervous system does receive
all these prickling, burning Sensations

not much to do with sleep deprivation
it’s too much for my conscience to conceive
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

it seems like improper circulation
or that’s what i have been led to believe
all these prickling, burning Sensations
i lose to Insomnia’s Invasion

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