Throwback Thursday Poetry: My Heart

where’s all the love for me?
it’s been swept away in the breeze
stuck here without a thing
but i’ll keep on hoping

lost in my eyes from me
is all the love i’ve seen
it is hard to believe
that i still have nothing

searching for some peace
through the demons that keep me troubled
it’s too hard i can’t compete
i must lie here in the rubble

my heart is cold
i am 100 years old
will you please
just help me

it’s time for me to go
i am no longer well at home
i feel my soul is sold
i have nothing to behold

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

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Cinnamon Whiskey Shanty & The Tommy Gun

Cinnamon Whiskey Shanty

I like to drink that cinnamon whiskey
Hey oh hey oh gonna’ drink all day oh
It burns my throat and makes me feel tipsy
Drinking rum and whiskey makes us feel okay oh

I sleep in the brig no bed in the forecastle
Hey oh hey oh gonna’ drink all day oh
The captain says I’m just a big hassle
Drinking rum and whiskey makes us feel okay oh

Sailors we all be sipping on our whiskey
Hey oh hey oh gonna’ drink all day oh
Life under the black ball will make you feel frisky
Drinking rum and whiskey makes us feel okay oh

The Tommy Gun

They started with the travel bans.
They slowly took our rights away.
They built and filled internment camps.
They watched as our children were killed.
Who rallied them with hate speeches?
Who brought death to many of us?
Politician turned dictator.
Ronald Teagun. The Tommy Gun.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Tedious Tasks

I attempt to revise
A story I wrote
10 years ago.
I was a terrible writer then.
It’s a long story
And one-third of it
Will be cut,
Deleted,
Destroyed,
Done away with.
It will become something different,
Something new,
Hopefully something better.
I dread revision of this piece
Because so much will be changed.
It’s like it has an extra layer
To be revised.
It requires more revisions
Than other stories.
The tedious task
Of revision.
Being a writer has five parts.
One part reading and writing;
Four parts revision.
You’re not a writer
If you don’t revise.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.