James K. Blaylock : Writing

Innerving

Innerving

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Innerving with the razor-wire climbing all down our sour throats we lose the once hopefulness, outright choking on blood, sweat and fear now'..
Everlasting Chant

Everlasting Chant

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Everlasting Chant don't lead my horse to water, won't need to see me breath, something within the sun steals all the greed and somehow I can n..
Green Turns Grey

Green Turns Grey

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Green Turns Grey nature spun a green lush keep around all that stood so strongly, then day by day we pushed it to trulyweep and down came our ..
The Spider's Lament

The Spider's Lament

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


The Spider's Lament we've gathered up our flames for all thelanespider's webbings, as being self-aware is our only known rescuing and glory ri..
Spin the Black Circle

Spin the Black Circle

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Spin the Black Circle we missed your last smile as you sadly turned us away, thoughbliss was never castwithin this pool, so wild and it's usel..
Carried Away So Graciously

Carried Away So Graciously

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Carried AwaySo Graciously gravy for the graveyard and gore forall ourglimpsings, gone are the grey sky morning gatherings but gustsof wind car..
Evolution, Baby!

Evolution, Baby!

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Evolution, Baby! let all the toilingchaos comeunder crushing weight, nowget the ball-a-rolling as we've lost something finer than sneeringtrus..
Palpable and Just

Palpable and Just

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Palpable and Justswirling within the test of timewe all but gain grey gathered dust,now winking towards the magic eye our mindsembrace the flames of s..
Spare No Pleasures

Spare No Pleasures

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Spare No Pleasures the likelihood of pure sacrament isn't good withinour abandonment, forthe coreisso shamed by bad character andjoy shalt not..
Divide and Devour

Divide and Devour

A Poem by James K. Blaylock


Divide and Devour I've never knownso much of the widow at herwindow, 'cept she loves to do things by the hour and herein stands her mighty bla..