Horror Author
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.
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.
muddy waters
swampy graves
enter the mercenary
into the maze
hired to kill
all in his way
everyone will die
or he doesn’t get paid
using two guns
when one works just fine
blowing up buildings
just to pass the time
a difficult job
someone might say
but for those in the business
it’s simply child’s play
no one can escape
the great wrath of their might
they’re paid to cause destruction
to the death they will fight
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 