she loses a lot, my ex-friend Dot
a barefaced poker player
but stop she cannot
she has lost her house
she has lost her mind
she has lost her family,
Gambling Clementine
Do as you like do as you may,
revealing consequences held at bay.
Long breath of words repeated until true,
fact or fiction, there is no clue.
Depth of deception so deep,
spoken by ghouls claiming innocence.
Barefaced cruelty spawning death and despair,
decency mislaid, exchanged for a doctrinaire.
Men and women at the head of these Serpentes,
above all laws for these blamable bourgeoisie.
As always the day of reckoning will finally come
where all poisonous vipers will be denounced.
Things will be Announced!
belligerent beef-willed Barney backpedaled
barefaced backchat banter bubbling bawdy battlecry
beached beacon bearing bearish
beclouded befuddled bemouth beliefs.
Barefaced and Itchy
Outrageously plain —
Arrives on request.
Give up the ghost.
Fortissimo crisp,
Boring as it is,
Unrelenting noise
Ringing nonstop.
Can’t adapt well
While deaf;
Sight diminishing,
I’m decaying —
Losing weight
And patience.
My thoughts melting,
Combining with something else —
Alien, for sure.
Its beauty inexplicable,
So I omit justification
For her purpose.
I could go without glory,
It seems selfish.
I feign well enough
To ignore her:
Vindictive narcissist,
Productive behavior.
I’m alive only because
The ringing is louder
Than melancholy.
Look on the black side —
Pretty sure I’m immortal,
A god, because I say so.
I lost control of this
A bit ago,
But I’m keeping it anyway.
Goodnight.
xo
Hi,
Do you remember,
I love you,
We ran and play together,
Fearless and barefaced and free.
Still carried away by the earthly sticky social masses.
Living by the truth and love.
Devoted to one another.
But it was for short.
They took us away from each other.
Such is the earthly material low.
Destruct and control.
And we lived. Divided.
Each in a new matrix corridor.
Seeking the deceptive happiness of abundance.
And the corrupt contrived earthly love.
But time passed.
And they failed to contain the treason.
And we found each other again.
I hold the stem of a wineglass, a pose in meditation,
cradling the glass as if it were an injured bird.
This is my moment of peace, my mind at ease
in stillness I peer at images and visions
tease my heart to recall my journey through life.
I need the grace to have clarity of thought,
an unclouded focus, an ungrudging acceptance
for moments of bliss, of loves possessed and gone,
of choices forged, rejected, and discarded-
I wish no barefaced cynicism, no conscience accuser.
Absolution is my own private, solitary affair
with unquenchable flair I will face life
in all of its stages in unfaltering whimsy -
not wither like a blossom in drought,
not a weather vane in a shifting wind.
@jjote021124
Underrated Basil got a promotion
And it caused a commotion
Among luckless names for demotion
All of them restive and voicing the notion
Of An Elevation fathered by emotion…
They shall for the two wrongs raise a motion
Before the cause of their commotion:
A man you could enrapture with perfumed lotion,
That Bribery be distanced from Promotion
And Barefaced Trickery from Demotion.
Also, wages that should all please
And not a single soul displease.
The man with a porcelain face,
wore a smile for many days,
He didn't take it off not once,
wearing it for months and months.
One day he looked in the mirror,
and let himself snicker,
He took of the smile,
and pondered for a while,
What would they think if they saw his face?
would it be disgrace?
As tears flew swiftly down his cheek,
He thought himself a freak.
The man with a porcelain face,
somewhat of a disgrace,
No longer wanted to be pretending,
and just like a painting,
washed the mistake away,
to make himself feel okay.
He drew a new masterpiece,
A brand new face,
That he kept for centuries.
The man with a porcelain face,
walked out of the house barefaced,
Ignoring all the whispers,
That left his ugly face blisters,
The man decided to never again hide,
To help others by his side,
So they don't ever have to hide away,
To make themselves feel okay.
wafts of fog, black roads.
shadow on the horizon
get barefaced sooner
December 29, 2021
Genuine dollars from just shredded papers!
Risked bloodless jumps from sky scrapers!
A repeated mad stabbing of one’s bowel with a dagger,
one amusedly looking back at the waiters for a stagger;
All, a seeming control of Autonomous Nature,
To the mightily attracted, an enough mental torture.
His bamboozled face sometimes worshipfully handsome
Over a barefaced holding of Nature to ransom…
This, though, a piteous misconstruction of Reality,
As magic remains miles away from Actuality;
Just as Scheming, Ingenious Devil is from God
And a gestured ‘nay’ from ‘a nod’…
In theatres commercially displayed
And in open squares freely replayed,
Faultless jobs that are but a trick,
Disparaging Laws strong like Brick;
Undeserving pockets with money stashing
And deceiving graceful necks garlanding…
If magical powers be Satan’s invention
Then one is a professing achiever of his invention,
At once, his minister
With clearly missions sinister.
Settling for a tomorrow wearing a puncture
And unthinking forfeiture of a happy future.
Your helmet on holiday
While on a highway
Will make Accident Demons busier
And a lot to the Devil easier,
Either party to fracture your skull
For man’s most feared call.
Blame-worthy of you confronting a bike’s gear
Without donning its defensive head gear,
Suicidal, your cycling round the urban
While choosing to not turban!
Helmet dangling on a bike’s handle
Makes same its unlawful wearer:
Some silly, unlawful death nearer…
A barefaced lighting of the Wrong Candle!
No more civility! For now, before that historic doom,
To fathomless, dark perdition let’s hurl their big-assed b.i.t.c.h.e.s.*
For such filthy creatures on earth there ought to be left no room.
These shameless global terrorists that in quest of dream riches
Have settled in the Middle East for almost a hundred years
Now with Heaven’s sure assistance we shall cast into ditches.
They ascribe to us their own name and the sleeping world that hears
Approves of their barefaced slaughters — regrettably — and terrors.
No more tolerance! Let’s show them what then in both hemispheres
Real terror is! Cows of the world do not see the grave errors
In the nuclear conventions. They have lost a dearest horse
But ignore the beast and look for its saddle. What peace-carers!
Arms are deemed bad but who on earth has ever exerted force
Against the red-handed butchers who possess them and use them?
No more delay! Mercy on them shall surely lead to remorse.
11.29.2020
* Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Arab petty puppets
No comments, please!
Abased backspaced,
Barefaced boldfaced
Debased facestraight
Bowl shaped misplaced
Toothpaste Colgate™
9/21/19
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
when
I still myself
and just be...
an overwhelming
sadness swells
seemingly from
an endless cistern of grief
It wells and billows
I accept it
not fully understanding
but knowing this sorrow
must have a voice
be heard
embraced
I am "barefaced"
Quote me Rumi
Lost in realm of darkness,
as my raw hurts bled lavishly,
Stripped off all the poultice,
I hanged onto for my last breath,
As lashes on the subtle soul
barefaced his malignance,
Little did I know of mends
until the divine light showed in,
With utmost caress on the wounds,
Kindling the whole of me aglow !!
Written Dec 3rd, 2015
For contest by Silent one
Inspired by Quote- The wound is the place where the light enters you.
Awarded 3rd place win
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