Horror Author
Perhaps I did not know how to speak
Unaware that my words were angry
I never meant to be aggressive
Patience was lost with my frustration
A roaring rage ripped and rose too high
Only after would I feel ashamed
The wrath now laxed and dissipated
My pride destroyed due to my actions
Sometimes I wish to avoid people
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
what is it about the Sands of Time
that intrigues me so and plagues my mind
the fear of Death? it seems so benign
but time on this earth is growing fine
the Cause for me here, i cannot find
no matter how long i read the Signs
all i can do is attempt to Shine
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
better known as demons destroying life
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
Them bring you down when you are on a roll
by your side Them stay, like a loving wife
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
the men who survive have hearts black as cole
what Them do is, when faced with so much strife
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
the price for freedom, none can pay the toll
Them cut through the mind. a well sharpened knife!
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
lost all dreams as they plummet down the hole
what is it Them do that keeps Them so blithe
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
to conquer all Passengers, that’s the goal
Thems purpose for all this, none can deciph’
the Thousand Misfortunes of tortured souls
break strong men down ’til they’re no longer whole
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 