how deep did it scar
when you accused me of something
i had no knowledge of
how wanted was it
when you agreed to talk and out came nothing
from your end
did you like how i treated you
not just in the past month but for three years
or was it all a facade
even if it was a facade its fine
because the end of the day
it was me on the blacklist and not you
good day
On the day of the Lord the human shall fear,
A terrifying god whom will Christians duly Peer,
The dead shall live again - the Christian tear,
A monopolising Christianity that cannot hear.
With, or without, all people are flatly, truly loved,
Without malice or tub, to jingle coyly ungloved,
Whatever the decade, decision, rubbed, tugged,
A transcendental god shall ring these beloved.
Talking clouds blown by earth’s graphic might,
Pose for the distant, scathed by a distinct light:
Enemies rise n’ fall as if tugging the dark night,
Offsetting the juggernaut of the ready birthrite.
A thought for people, bound, wet in eye-glare,
Principles, claims and chains won’t be the fare;
Nothing will work except behaviour and blare,
To suggest an ascent coloured by another wear.
All people are of inherent and fully equal worth,
God dies again for the decliner’s identity of birth,
Inside - not as proactive, with his mobile hearth,
A blacklist deceives those fleeing their childbirth.
Dominique Webb
Became because
Background bedbug
Boldface bookcase
Blackmail blacklist
Misspoke backstroke
Bellboy below
Blacksmith bluefish
Backside backslide
4/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Modesty where has it gone
Does it no longer exist
Are there no boundaries now
Is morality on the blacklist?
Everything on display
For all the world to see
Oh ,how times have changed
In the world of modesty
Young girls in early teens
Dressed so scantily
Unaware of the effect
Of the message being perceived
Some parents just not parenting
No words of inappropriate dress
No advice or guidance given
On simply being modest
I know the world has changed
For the better in equality
I just wish we could encourage
A little more modesty!
Addiction
By Jan Beaumont
I really love my Netflix
I enjoy my Lightbox too
Prime Video's a goodie
and I don't know what I'd do
without my TVondemand
ThreeNow is great as well
and just to top it off
I'm watching Neon for a spell.
For lockdown gave permission
to just turn into a slouch
but now I fear the time has come
to get up from the couch
Go out and feel the sunshine
and meet up with lovely friends
but the love affair with my TV
is one that never ends
There's Blacklist, Vikings, and there's Bosch
and my legs turn to jelly
when I am watching Luther
and see Idris on the telly
I think I've an addiction
and my eyes are turning square
so someone please remind me
there's a whole big world out there!
Unlock your life’s padlock and turn not hands of time
Whether lemonade from lassitude lemons
Tastes awful, text messages irritate the mime
Your rate unfunny as savoury sermons
Scare daylights out of the bittersweet life you live
Regardless of storms that rage all around you
Swirling, churning your entrails as long as you can’t forgive
The bae who tore up your penchant for fickle feelings that chew
Memories, cherries and strawberries you once held dear
Until heartaches from mistakes and ill tastes
Flew and grew into your inner recesses instilling the fear
Love brought in the wake of cuts and pastes
You deride, a snide smile on the face
Worn out, fed up with routine, anxious for a facelift
In search of elusive answers macho men misplace
In a baseless belief a thief involved in a love shoplift
Stalks the life that turns its back on romance
The nemesis that time after time draws your attention
To a gregarious guillotine primed to slay the angst which on balance
Eats up the appetite whose sight on your blacklist deserves no memorable mention.
In this land I have the will to stand free
Once lying to faith of that of wretched kings and wench queens
Walking the earth against the hot blistering winds
Life has always tried to take my breath and damage my sight
But still I live
I’ve experienced the abomination clash of hate and blood
I’ve seen the gnats of human existence suckle the fruit of life
Brutal cries upon the forsaken ground I care not
The anger of bitter men crucifying their morals
Possessed by sickened diseased meeting a self-destructive ends
Countless scorn against my blacklist
Fathers and sons called forth to slay my line
Feel death, you have no remorse from me
See death, failing to cope with dying
Taste death, victimized sourness from manipulated spirits
Smell death, disgusting aroma against the Celtic frost
How sad this is the way it must be
For wealth these ether whores exist boundless
Stealing dark arts, spells spoken to curse my name
Still I stand as they are destined to be one with nothing
Now all I can hear is Lady Death’s amorous tone against my ears
Witnessing their own suffocation
Truth
Written: by Tom Wright
2/11/2018
Truth becomes diminished as innuendos persist,
Here-say repeating put many on some blacklist.
By spreading falsehoods, a reputation we’ll slay,
Blathering consumes hours of air time each day.
Frequency of repeating makes no narrative so,
And oft repeated stories forever appear to grow.
An innocently embellished whisper morphs to a lie,
We furnish an ear and can’t understand why.
In this land I have the will to stand free
Once lying to faith of that of wretched kings and wench queens
Walking the earth against the hot blistering winds
Life has always tried to take my breath and damage my sight
But still I live
I’ve experienced the abomination clash of hate and blood
I’ve seen the gnats of human existence suckle the fruit of life
Brutal cries upon the forsaken ground I care not
The anger of bitter men crucifying their morals
Possessed by sickened diseased meeting a self-destructive ends
Countless scorn against my blacklist
Fathers and sons called forth to slay my line
Feel death, you have no remorse from me
See death, failing to cope with dying
Taste death, victimized sourness from manipulated spirits
Smell death, disgusting aroma against the Celtic frost
How sad this is the way it must be
For wealth these ether whores exist boundless
Stealing dark arts, spells spoken to curse my name
Still I stand as they are destined to be one with nothing
Now all I can hear is Lady Death’s amorous tone against my ears
Witnessing their own suffocation
Oh demonic inner anguish! How can you persist,
Like a never ending torture in my childish mind?
Will you never let me go and leave my name behind?
»No! « Said the Deceiver: »And I must my case insist! «
Please! At least remove all happy days that still exist,
And eternally caress me with your three-jaw's bites,
When I'm in chains I can't be fed with sanguine sights.
»No! « Said the Deceiver: »And I must my case insist! «
So Deceiver you're to keep me on your vile blacklist?
I'm to be compliant and enduring figurine?
Do what you're to do. Go try your every torture scene!
»No! « Said the Deceiver: »You must travel in the mist! «
With Deceiver on my back who's relentless and is mean,
I must walk the shadows naked and my case insist!
This funny thing we come to know as life,
Both a blessing & a curse in darkness & in light.
Old men sending youngins to fight.
How hard does the goathead bite?
Is it truly out of mind when done out of sight?
The unseen shadows see what is not meant to be seen.
Carry on & take care
Merry songs are made to share
Do not quiver from the devil's stare;
It is not your burden to bare.
Against the odds, how well do you fare?
The one who quietly sobs...
How dare you try to compare?
Tears have your vision impared.
Emotional wrecks can be repaired.
Rise from the ashes.
The phoenix ablaze
From the matches
Stricken by the masses.
Put on your glasses
& look past
The clash of the classes.
Resilience in the face of impasses
Hold tight as it crashes
& thrashes
Against the fascists
Zionism plagues Jewish
& Palestinian pacifists.
Pay attention to the hacktivists.
Don't listen to televangelists.
Avoid both the blacklist & being a conformist.
Think for yourselves & free your mind.
Only then will you begin to delve
Into what you sought out to find.
Eye of the tiger among forest mist
Is it evolution or is it God made this beast exist
Or jaguar with that has a bite force caiman’s armor cannot resist
Or hornet with its demonic speed often seen on apiarist’s blacklist
Blake would call it fierce symmetry
I call it majesty
But it is noting to space with stars that are shiny
Magnificence of nebulas where lights glow but air does not flow free
And what would evolve to live in space
With biological not mechanical countenance
Among the moons and auroras find its place
I saw something like that once and it is intense
In a vortex life would thrive
Forming its own unique hive
And on base not needed evolution it would continue to strive
Towards perfection as it would be alive
But what fifth elements spirit and those beyond soul
What would be arena in which they would reach ultimate goal?
Vortex of spirit as environment for life of the soul
This environment, spirits’ baseless evolution for soul its life awe inspiring to all
I'm over it
I'm giving up
I don't have to do it
Yet you force me to like I'm a chump
I avoid it like an illness
You let it go
But today is the day
You took it no more
You didn't yell
Yet you exchanged insults
You hurt my feelings
That was the result
You called me a girl
You called me a clown
And if this keeps up
You're going down
Can't you see
I don't like PE
I'm not being rebel
But you scare me into anxitey
Just leave me alone
You treat me like a drone
You're not getting forgiveness
But you can get off my blacklist
If you cease and desist
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