
a little birdie once told me
that i would find my wings to fly
for many years i couldn’t see
the passion behind my own eye
but over time it came to be
my Pen took me so very high
i never did believe in me
that i could find my wings to fly
a little birdie once told me
that i would find my wings to fly
for many years i couldn’t see
the passion behind my own eye
but over time it came to be
my Pen took me so very high
i never did believe in me
that i could find my wings to fly
i see them
glistening
twinkling
in my Darkness
a light shines
Brightest Night
so blinding
a warm embrace
no truth here
fantasy
reverie
in my Darkness
far away
stars of mine
wishing for
a warm embrace
Blackest Day
Brightest Night
i alone
in my Darkness
the Lion and the Unicorn fighting for the Crown
no rational thought when Fireworks are around
blinding rage is all that motivates these Hounds
tragedy and horror are all that can be found
when the darkest of men try to rule the Ground
Early poetry from James.