James' Poetry

Liquid Energy

I sat there
In an alchohol induced stuper
an energy suplement buzz
and a marijuana induced calm
my emotions flow
like clear liquid energy
no control
lack of inhabition
i have no fear
no fear of my fellow man
no fear of any woman
no fear of negativity
no fear of the violet sky
brewing in the out of doors
her radiant smile enticed me
her beauty enchanted me
what can i say
i became lost
lost in the truth
lost in my desire
lost in my lack of inhabition
lost yet found in her smile
that smile brought warmth
that smile brought hapiness
why should i not enjoy
why should i not delight in her
she is beautiful
body
mind
soul
why not?
why?

Eyes

Her eyes
I saw it in her eyes
i felt it in her eyes
her eyes
what you say
what did you see
what did you feel
her eyes
eyes that saw
eyes that felt
eyes that radiated warmth
eyes that radiated love
eyes that were like pools
eyes that i drowned in
eyes that i felt
her eyes
those beautiful eyes
thats what i felt

Eyes Part two

Chaotix

Chaotix
what can i say
im hooked on phonix
i speak the one language
of the one people
the language of the young
the future of the universe
strike
the drum of revolution
the next big thing
rise to the occasion
carpe diem baby
seize the Fuckin day
rise i from the dead
my life is changed
rise the wild child
rise the rage
rise the prince of the night
rise me from the depths
open my mind is
life plays
on a ripped screen
torn and fragmented
yet some how,in perfect place.

perceptual indifference

i wrote this in psychology class
as we study
study the study of the mind
i think to myself
is this all just a dream
how do i know if its real
this is what i know
is my reality
but what is reality
but a set of beliefs
a set of mapped out consciousness
what i veiw as real
may be surrealism
to another
my reality is
a messed up conglomeration
of my thoughts and ideas
my upbringing and ideals
my morals
applied through religious beliefs
what is reality?
reality is like history
a lie agreed apon
only slightly varied
slightly changed
with each ones perception
Always just slightly different

life is a psychadelic experience

nervous shaking pressence
the body electric
the mind eclectic
the meaning esoteric
im in a panic
im feeling manic
the air is static
my body is elastic
my actions are drastic
my nerves are ecstatic
My emotions eratic
possibly even erotic
the world around me chaotic
the sounds strangely anti melodic
people around me raging neurotic
paranoid psychotic
moving like she's tantric
in the twilight magic
people going spastic
mentaly sarcastic
a little bit sadistic
may be even mystic
completely psychadelic
nothing is satanic
everything organic
nothing synthetic
life is acidic
the simple act of living
is LSD if you let it be

Death of a Dark Angel

Hail
the dark rose
rises from the grave
her own everpresent
personal abyss
petals fall one by one
like raindrops
from the cloud darkened
sky
like tears from
her eyes
the pain her smile
just can't disguise
my heart mind and soul
are all in tune as i
witness the fallen angel
on a rain drenched
afternoon
and though the petals
of my dark rose
have all fallen to
the ground
and the angel in the rain that night
sweetly softly drown
in my mind i hear her cry
a soft echoing sound
as we waltz the rain drenched
city streets
down to the underground

Unexplainable

for answers
No poet
could do justice
to your beauty
one might try
but only in vain
to capture
your true essance
no artist
could do you justice
in any medium
nothing would ever
be as truly
beautiful
as the real thing
And i
a painter in words
can find no way
to describe you
that truly fits
and my mind
goes blank
reaching
No psychologist
could explain
my mental state
my emotional state
or why i am
who i am
and why i feel
the way i do
I can tell you
though in simple
words
words on paper
that only hold
true meaning
to their shaper
it's all because
of you

The Friggin' Box is empty

looking in a box for nothing
how interesting
searching for something
hollow and empty
for something you dont
quite understand
great
you try to fool yourself
you say keep looking
i may find it
but you dont know exactly
what it is
you are looking for
your mind fails you
if you had one
in the first place
O.K. quit the box is empty
there is nothing in the box
there is nothing under the
damn flaps beitle
it's got nothing in it
no depth
nothing
no i didnt take your
stupid nickel

THE HUSK PEOPLE/AKA MARTHA STEWART FASCISM

hollow breathing
seething writhing masses
the husks file
down a broken avenue
eyeless soulless mindsless masses
one and all
all are none
selfless and soulless
the comunist regimes
with the fascist means
a touch of hitler
a touch of stalin
a touch of tojo
a touch of the pope
a touch of martha stewart
and she's smokin dope
all a touch of socialism
all breeding nazism
all gods
all deities to their people
all selfish
all preaching selflessness
each one stealing souls
one person at a time
damn the hitlers
damn the stalins
and above all
damn the martha stewarts
damn them
damn them straight to hell
their little touch
of socialism
with each eclaire
with every biscuit
with every damn hibiscus
in her garden of evil
fascism is grown
from the earth
screaming it's profession
of eternal faith
to der fuhrers
martha stewart
and the pope
the pope?
the pope
spouting his hypocritical nonsense
all over the sands
of the desert
is he a jew
is he a muslim
or is he just a simple catholic
with his life hanging by a string
and his mind on the choping block
with his arch nemisis
mephistopheles
carving profanity
in it
with his lower extremety
the true extremity
it's extreme
the mother of fascism
and the pope
with his dream of peace
peace?
peace doesnt exist
it is a fictional state
peace cannot exist
in the world of man
The human mind
is a selfish machine
it lives for
self gratification
it doesnt live in others
nor does it ask others to live in it
it creates
for its own pure selfish pleasure
it crushes hope
the every dream
of others
by pure and simple indifference
the nature of man is selfish
and as long
as civilization as we know it
exists in the form that it does
thats the way it is
and that is
the way it always
shall be
as long as we've
a sense of pride
a sense of self
we retain our souls
and we free ourselves
from the
burning fascist nazi socialist
feminist
catholic crack baby
masses
the fountain brims full
full of putrid water
that tastes of death
drink of it not
my friends
lest this
futile strugle for humanity
end in the bloody
grime covered
death of all man kind
drowning in vats
of their own
innequity

MELANOMA

Let the shadows
slip away
into the death of day
to thew quintessance
of every living thing
feel the sun
feel it's brightness
burning your eyes
and singing
your fair skin
feel the cancer
growing on the outside
tearing the flesh
from your bone
feel the cut of the knife
and the subtle assurance
that your life will go on
keep reminding yourself
it's been fourteen years
im cancer free
what could that pain in my stomach be
must be acid
doc says it's an ulcer
keep believing
its only a matter of time
till you rot
and eventually
die

obscenities

walking down
that dark and lonley
boulavard
thinking about lifes
pure pain
walking in the pouring rain
just me and my thoughts
as their obscenity
stains the earth
i thought to myself
what is it do they want
do they need help
or do they just want to taunt
and tease and be manic
till i hit the edge
and fall off that
big mental ledge
and dive to the earth
I am the same as all
yet mind bendingly different
and i hate what the obscenity
makes of my insanity
feel it burn
the rage inside
the pain that never dies

sleaze in the fishes hips

want some living tips
its all about the sleaze
in the fishes hips
about the flow
of the chickens lips
about the control
of dissorderly skips
and paying attention
to everything that rips
and tears down the walls
the walls of inhibition
keeping the clean white
irish catholic churchboy
in his pretty little hateful
choir robe
only knowing the
physical love of a
sixty year old
drunken slobberin priest it's about breaking down the walls
between a woman and a man
to where one begins
and its a constant streaming flow
till the other
one ends
its about perfect control
and the lack there of
and the lack
of a heavenly force from above
to bring people together
it's about style
and sophistication
and most of all
imagination

inequity

sitting with
the cream of the
societal crop
my mind wanders
i became strangely
aware of my own
tragic inequity
the lines are all
converging at once
opening my eyes
to the fact
that i am unworthy
of even the lowest maggot
i sink int the pages
and take refuge
in my tome of thought
my deepest feelining
archived

soulmates

have you ever
taken a journey
within your soul
and found someone
else at the end
of the path
have you ever tried
to find that person
only to find
a total lack
of details
have you ever been so sure
about what you see
that you see a complete
stranger and just know
that this person is your
soulmnate
have you ever made a
fool of yourself
have you ever
let your emotions
take over and your feelings
become personified
as you,
so enraptured
in that one person
knowing that she is only
a person
but som how imortal
you worship her
as a goddess
your life revolves
around her
she is the only
thing you see
when you close your eyes
is she all you see
did you ever just
think to remember
the girl
in your dream

judgement of a darkened soul

Like a double edged knife
with judgement on both sides
tugging at my life
tearing at my hide
wind blowing
on a moonlit night
the seeds im sowing
narrow my hindsight
feel the burning
the seering pain
the yearning
only quieted by the rain
In the darkest part of night
the darkness of my life
within myself becomes the fright
under the lasceration of the knife
the terrible ache
that caused my heart
to break
feel the burning
the seering pain
the yearning
only quited by the rain
my pain subsides
as i drown
in the rain

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