Throwback Thursday Poetry: Dreadful Bells

the Bells
They haunt me in my dreams
i hear Them in the streets
it makes me want to scream
scream like a child
whose eyes cannot shut
for fear that their throat
will surely be cut

these Bells
They drive me mad with Their wonderful delights
against Them i rage
i constantly fight
with effortless ease
They attack without warning
They infiltrate my brain
at least until morning

those Bells
all my life They’ve plagued my mind
They ring without fear
They don’t sense it’s Their time
it’s Their time to be finished
They are now forsaken
can i finish Them off
before i awaken

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

Tuesday Poetry: Humanity is Hurting

There’s an energy of hate
Pulsating through the world
And everyone blames someone else – 
The truth is – they hate themselves – 
They have no compassion because
They feel no self-compassion
They have no self-love – 
You can’t love anyone
Until you love yourself
And hating someone does not
Give you the right to hurt them – 
No one has the right to hurt anyone
So, stop hurting yourself and others

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Hell is a Lonely Place

The more time I spend
With other people whether
They’re strangers or friends
The more I feel alone – 
These people, these activities
They’re only distractions
To keep my mind off
How alone I feel – 
There’s no one to help me
No one to make it all better
It’s in my head and 
I have to fix it
Because I created this problem – 
I created all the sadness
And anger and loss – 
Yes, I’ve felt pain
And trauma from others
But they didn’t allow it
To stew and fester within – 
I did that – 
I am the architect of my own hell
And I will be its destroyer – 
But I don’t know how

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.