Throwback Thursday Poetry: Moonlit Serenade

the skies are black with clouds thick and white
twinkling white dots scatter the top
upon the earth the Beams shine so bright
a Moonlit Serenade plays tonight
sounds of sirens echo through the air
caused by the large full Orb in the sky
there is a Cleanliness with each breath
the Music that the city conducts
is heard by Luna in her white tux
the Dreamland some begin to spectate
it lasts only a moment in time
this Moonlit Serenade in the sky
but Luna will always remember
when she went for a dance in the night

Early poetry from James.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Thirty More Cans

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.