Rise

Officially on the road for Spooky Empire. I've got to admit, it is both exciting and terrifying going to my first convention. On the positive side, I am going with no expectations. There is a very low chance of being disappointed. On the other side of the spectrum, there are no expectations. I have no idea what is going to happen, who I am going to meet, when exactly I'm going to be speaking or what I'm going to say. I suppose that is all part of the adventure. On a completely different note, I hope you enjoy the brand new poem posted below. I look foward to Spooky tomorrow, I'll try to let you all know how it was on the first day pending the energy level on my tanks by the time I return to the hotel.
- James O. Cannon

Rise

Finding the words laced with poison and throwing them away

is just a part of who I am, what I do day to day.

Use words to strengthen, build up, and try to say

there are others out there who care about you, but hey

don't take it from me, for it is spoken from the mouth of they

who are your enemies and wish nothing more than to lay

siege upon your soul and your flesh they wish to flay.

When you feel the call, stand and fight with me as a lights ray,

for it can only be done through one, only be done one way.

The way of peace, love, freedom, and daring not betray

the trust of brothers. This unto you I say.

Horrors of the Night

Good evening/morning/afternoon (whatever best suits you for where you live and what time you happen to be reading). Halloween is approaching and the dark note of my poetry is definitely showing. I usually have a "take it as it is" policy with my poetry and writing, meaning I won't break it down for you. That simply means you are welcome to interpret my poetry however you wish. If you like to view it as a story, fantastic! If you see the political messages or take away something else, that's great too! Now, there is a comments section below, so if you feel like you want to share how you felt about the poem (any of them actually). Also, if you want to talk about it, feel free to ask or email me.

- James O. Cannon

Horrors of the Night

Seeping into reality are the horrors of the night

Monsters, villains, ghosts, zombies, all sorts of plight

Death, destruction, deception, they're all coming to the light

the lies we've all been told are surfacing, so the wrongs can be made right

so all of those who haven't opened your eyes, awaken and join the fight

for we are being made fools of while we sleep and must try with all our might

to rise against the odds and answer the call to rise and bring within our sight

the truth of the realization that we are meant to reach a greater height.

Join with me, brothers and sisters and keep at bey the horrors of the night.

Burn

Hello everyone. I hope you all enjoyed yesterdays addition to the blog. Today I want to share the below poem, Burn. It has a more political note than I usually keep in my poetry, but I felt that it went with the new rhyme scheme I'm trying out. I hope you enjoy and come back for more!
- James O. Cannon

Burn

Burn the world with your scornful eyes

Kill the people with your blatant lies

Starve the hungry with your budget size

Dehydrate the thirsty with your unholy ties.

Corporate murder under government eyes

Covering it all up with expensive, intricate lies.

Keeping the people in check with our militant size,

Silencing the quiet with your dark, faceless ties.

The poor prophets gone missing under assassin eyes,

Covered up with emptied medicine bottles and media lies,

All put together with your criminal networks size

and sealed for ever with your selfish, loveless ties.

The Willow Tree

I RETURN!!! I cannot apologize enough for my absence. I went through some tough times over the last year. I've lost a job, gained a job, published two books, been invited to a Horror Con as a guest author, and found God. For the first post of my return to Blogger and the digital writing world is the below poem, written in a Poe-esque fashion. Keep an eye out for the poetry to come! It may be a bit limited at first, being as the convention is this coming weekend and I have a lot of work to get done in preparation, but I plan on getting back to a daily poem soon.

- James O. Cannon

The Willow Tree

The scene of death lay before me

Shocked, I stand in awe of what I see

The Darkest of dim lights, carried he

Who murdered that poor girl beneath the tree

T’was a tree of willow, drooping and sad to me

A sad tree because of what it saw, as I now see

The blood seeps into the ground, blood spilt by he

The faceless man who murdered beneath the willow tree.

There is no evidence, near or far, to be found by me

T’was the perfect crime, flawless as I can see

The faceless man, our killer. if a man is truly he,

Escaped with murder that night, beneath the willow tree.