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.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Tiny

i am the man with the tiny hands
tiny hands for a tiny man
they may be small but they beat the rest
these hands of mine they pass the test

i am the cheat with the tiny feet
tiny feet for the tiny cheat
though they are small i beat out the rest
these feet of mine they are the best

i’m smaller than most; bigger than some
the whole idea, i’ve grown numb
i’m average in the eyes of the wise
ugliness i see through my eyes

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Realization

i wanna go home
but i hate home
i just wanna be
in my place of serenity

the sounds of the universe
flowin through my brain
life hurts to much to think about
so i listen to take away the pain

my mother could care less
if i was dead or in a dress
my father has his problems
and her turns to me to help solve them

i’m pissed off and nervous
i don’t have much peace of mind
i wake up every morning
searching for all the things i cannot find

someone stop me
from falling
i can’t go on
i feel my death won’t be long

i won’t quit
until i breathe my last
i’ll keep going
even if i crash

it’s time for everyone to kiss my ass

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