Throwback Thursday Poetry: A Grateful Dead Christmas

tis merry and bright
all through the night
everyone sleeps without cares
dreams of happiness
none are restless
the dwelling is a calm lair
upon arrival
in such style
make for the dancing bear
he’s down the chimney
it’s all empty
except a fat man who stares
“Not again!”, he sighs
shame in his eyes
“You can’t be me again, Jer!
People think you’re dead,”
the fat man said,
“you can’t be seen anymore.
I understand man,
I am a fan,
but too many people get scared!
Jerry Garcia,
nice to see ya’!
Now catch a ride on a Reindeer!”

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Heart Broken

are you lonesome tonight
are you heart broke inside
did life just pass you by
in the blink of an eye
nothing left to do but
walk alone on the streets
your passion has been beat
you’ve lost all that you seek

when i was a child
i dreamed of just one girl
she had long jet-black hair
and eyes of mystery
but she was never real
she lived in fantasy
the only true love found
inside my head with me

the heart is a muscle
so what is love in this
is the love in one’s heart
a metaphor for bliss
when one is heartbroken
their heart’s not in pieces
their mind maybe shattered
but their heart is still beating

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: No Love for the Wicked

what is the answer
what is the reason
searching for something
searching all seasons
i think i find it
but my mind’s beaten
my worst fear comes true
my heart’s been eaten

all companions found
interest is lost
the journey i make
i must pay the cost
nothing desired
i’m pelted with rocks
trapped within my head
i can’t break the locks

the problem is me
i make wrong choices
a self-centered fool
quoth all the voices
i can’t overcome
too many noises
here in the darkness
beaten this boy is

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