Throwback Thursday Poetry: Victims and Liars

so many things you couldn’t achieve
so many things you couldn’t receive
all of these things you cannot believe
all of these things you cannot conceive
looking upon you, they all deceive
they all lie to you; you are so naive

how can someone be so naive
how could they possibly achieve
you are the one they do deceive
torment is all that you receive
is this all too much to conceive
is there anything you believe

not much left to believe
you cannot be so naive
all the wrongs you must conceive
you must learn what to achieve
the knowledge you must receive
so that they cannot deceive

they feel they must deceive
to make you all believe
these lies you all receive
so many are naive
there’s nothing to achieve
when you cannot conceive

you never conceived
you’re always deceived
you cannot achieve
you cannot believe
you are so naive
torment you receive

all you receive
that you conceive
you’re too naive
they all deceive
you can’t believe
nothing achieved

anything received can deceive
all you conceive you can’t believe
you are naive; you can’t achieve

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: The New Toy

yes, yes everybody knows
what happens to toys and where they all go
they are torn, broken, and beaten
but nobody knows what’s the real reason

perhaps they are attacked all of a sudden
but what are the odds of being attacked by somethin’
when a toy is played with far more than often
it will be attacked by those who have been forgotten

he is defiled and harmed
in oh such a frightening fashion
he is beaten to a pulp
his leg will need to be refastened

the toys are so mean
there are too many to fight
he’ll get them somehow
they will all cry in the night

the fire burned everything
the master did not come from the room
if i cannot play with him
then neither can you

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