james arthur powell

james arthur powell Apr 2016

I see you trying to play the badass
In a Japanese car, I would have to
Only laugh and say you ain't going far
So many ******* juveniles clamor for this and that
They only have to ask their mommies and daddies
For **** that their too lazy to do themselves

Get me this, get me that
I want this, I want that
Christmas comes and they get it
Because if they don't they'll throw a fit
A ******* disrespectful fit to their parents
No kid has any ******* respect anymore
What the **** happen to respect your elders
No, they would rather steal from them
And push them out in front of a bus

I say punish these kids
Take away everything the parents bought for them
Because they feel guilty they didn't grow up with
Much of anything. And if that doesn't work
Use the ******* belt on these ungrateful pukes

james arthur powell Apr 2016

With Love And Adoration

Once, I kissed you forever
Meant it from my heart
Now things have changed
I don't want to part
And leave you stranded
In the middle of life's ocean
Can we remain friends forever
What are the odds
Can we play these games
And kiss each other goodnight
From across the way
I put a ring on your finger
You were lost for words
Said yes to a life together
Now things aren't the same
And I have left the nest
Wouldn't it be nice if we
Remained at our best
And stared into each other eyes
With love and adoration

james arthur powell Apr 2016

All Sorts Of These

Hello. I am a ******* freak
Lowly as can be
I like to justify my actions
As much as possible
Can't you see?
It's hard to get noticed
I've tried everything imaginable
I've worshiped God
And ran with the devil
Just for you to like me
I'm meaning no harm
So don't be alarmed
I've ****** daddled with magic
And almost died from my own tragic
Fundamentals and ideas of the truth
It ain't no fun, get struck by the sun
And found my calling in my youth
I am a what you have me to be
I can be all sorts of these
But is it my ******* wreckage
That has me down on my ******* knees
Wishing I was exactly like you
But that really wouldn't be the truth
So what must I do
Bow down in grievous over this
I think I'll give in to temptation
And follow after my own heart

james arthur powell Apr 2016

Bury oneself

Last one in line
It's a ******* tragedy
No hope in ******* sight
What is left of me
I look upon the horizon
I don't know what I see
Is it light and love
Is it my ******* destiny
I can't be sure
It's brand new
A brand new you
Nothing remains ******* pure
I'm really not in the ******* mood
Can't seem to get ahead in life
It's all falling apart
What is that but a little self-pity
***** it! I have listened to my heart
But have came up ******* empty
Not really sure where to go from here
Nothing makes any sense anymore
Nothing seems ******* clear
I have passed through these doors
And just opened a can of ******* worms
That I wish I could take ******* back
But no, these worms are eating my ******* brain
And I have realized we are all ******* insane
To some degree or another
We all have skeletons in the ******* closet
That we don't want to open
But it's better to say **** it
Get them out
Then bury oneself in the ******* pit

james arthur powell Mar 2016

Searching Out For Destiny

There is a constant yearning
I feel it in my heart
A tug pulling me in a direction
Of light and love
I have searched for the truth
Again and again I have failed
Looking through the hourglass
I see my life fading away slowly
Like pebbles in the sand
I walk ever so gently to understand
Where I must go
Where I must be
Where I find my destiny
It's not so much clear
But I have the peace it will all appear
And the hope that abundance will find
It's way to me

james arthur powell Mar 2016

Death Came Unto Me

I see the darkness rolling in
The sky looks mirky and bleak
In the distance i see death
Holding a scicle made of steel
He points his finger at me
Wanting me to come to him
I slowly take a step
My legs are like jello
I hear my heart beating fast in my ear
Maybe he just wants to say hello
And make things all so clear
I make the journey to him
And he held out his hand
What I saw was my life flash before me
Like a bolt of lightning my mind crackled
And the screeching sound was piercing
Causing blood to seep out of my ear
I fell to the ground screaming "why!?"
And death hissed from his lips
Saying, "you're not so better than anyone else."
I cried, "what can I do?" And death replied,
"Go, and live your life right."

james arthur powell Mar 2016

"Oh, yeah"

Blank...
I need to write better,
Or say something meaningful.
Something, anything.
Or is it just the times?
Everyone is making sense but me,
I think I'm an okay poet but who's to say.
I make too much of a big deal out of everything.
I need to unlearn a few things
And learn more about life.
What I feel it is doesn't matter
Or should it?
I just hope my poems reach one soul that
Would get something out of it and go "oh, yeah"