Writer – Author
race, gender, class, age
the glorious things
that bring on such rage
hate, greed, sorrow, pain
from our rage only
these things will be gained
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
30 more cans empty and gone
Thirty more cans to help with the loss
30 more cans to put you at rest
Thirty more cans to add to the mess
30 more cans to keep you in shame
Thirty more cans make you take the blame
30 more cans at each day’s end
Thirty more cans won’t help you mend
30 more cans that you suck down
Thirty more cans in which you drown
30 more cans to help you take the pain
but Thirty more cans only push me away
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
lost in the fold of everyday life
can’t seem to find my Will tonight
such an interesting place inside
this Void i’ve created within my mind
all Words are lost in the Echo of Cries
the Echoes that shape my Place and Time
i can only wonder why i tried
after being captured by all the Signs
Captivating hunts down the Weary
they are the ones puzzled with a query
“Why am I here?” They cry while teary
no Thoughts in their head seek to be Cheery
the Fears in their Eyes from the Imaginary
their life has unfolded, oh, so unfairly
they seek to drag down all who are Merry
no Hope for all now; it’s far too scary
running from the commoners received
perched upon the icy Sleeve
of all those who could conceive
these Thoughts of mine that i believe
so many out there seek to deceive
it is the Truth i wish to retrieve
no Goals here have been achieved
how could i have been so naive
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
