Throwback Thursday Poetry: The Loneliness Disease

fear is nothing to the man who stands tall in front of many
when confronted by thousands he shows his bravery
nothing to hold him back; nothing to keep him still
he stands tall in front of many; you cannot break his will

i fear no one; i fear nothing
these lies i speak, i speak with cunning
no one ponders; no one conceives
my fears inside are destroying me

his fears are caused by himself alone
none are at fault but him alone
when an attempt is made to avoid his nightmare
he does something stupid and causes mush despair

when will i free myself of this childish fear
no one cares about you, that’s all i hear
being alone it’s a sad time for some
for those like me, it’s always just one

there are three ways to end the turmoil he’s in
take the first step, make a life to begin
get some help, there are many ways
or scenario three, pull a Hemingway

loneliness is a depressing state that one puts themselves in
to have an excuse for not wanting friends
but without friends one cannot see
in order to have a forest you need more than one tree

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

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Holiday Whiskey & The Moon Smiles as Humanity Dies

Holiday Whiskey

Twas a night I can’t remember
The day and time are lost
I sat watching flickering lights
Sipping on a whiskey
Alone with those blinking colors
Alone with my own thoughts
This was my usual past time
During holiday nights

My mind began to wander and 
I recalled one Christmas
A memory smelling of death
A sudden tragedy
That never left my family
Even thirty years past
It looms over the holiday
Leaving an awful taste

My mind again did wander to
Another Christmas day
I was young and saw my father
As he beat my sister
The violence was not new in him
He had beat my mother
But never on a holiday
No holidays were good

If not domestic violence
My parents would argue
I remember all the bad times
The happy times were few
I sit watching flickering lights
Sipping on a whiskey
Alone with those blinking colors
Alone with my own thoughts

The Moon Smiles as Humanity Dies

This is the end
No more sunrises
No more stargazing
We’ve killed ourselves
Yet we go through the motions
We continue marching towards oblivion

Is this a simulation
When the clock counts down
Will we restart at the beginning
An explosion that reboots the universe
A continual time loop
Repeating until we get it right

Are we all depressed and suicidal
Because we know the end is here
Or is it the only way to motivate
Everyone to stand and fight
To fix what we’ve broken
To heal the planet before we kill her

Earth is dying
Humanity is dying
The stars and galaxies continue spinning
What will the Moon do when Earth dies
Who will remember the robot rovers of Mars
Who will remember us
Not the Moon

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.