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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.

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Trapped in Society

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.

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: To Make Your Acquaintance

hello my dear Lady
it’s nice to fin’ly meet you
i have hoped for this day
that you i would sit next to

please do not take offense
i won’t use a pick up line
i crave conversation
from a woman so divine

this is merely a crush
or perhaps it’s something more
the only way to know
is to meet you, i Implore

we will see where this goes
we will talk as good friends do
i only want to say
it’s nice to fin’ly meet you

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