Breakings
by Michael R. Burch
I did it out of pity.
I did it out of love.
I did it not to break the heart of a tender, wounded dove.
But gods without compassion
ordained: "Frail things must break!"
Now what can I do for her shattered psyche’s sake?
I did it not to push.
I did it not to shove.
I did it to assist the flight of indiscriminate Love.
But gods, all mad as hatters,
who legislate in all such matters,
ordained that everything irreplaceable shatters.
Let's Pray Together
Let's open our hearts, and talk to the Lord;
Let's open our minds, and talk to the Lord;
Oh!, just open your mouths and pray;
Open your mouth pray to the Lord
Let's pray, let's pray together;
Together lets start
Forming alliances
Breaking yokes and hearts
Let's Pray Together
Folding are hands
And lifting our voices
Turn around and make better choices
Breakings yokes and hearts
Let's open our hearts, and talk to the Lord;
Let's open our minds, and talk to the Lord;
Oh!, just open your mouths and pray;
Let's Pray Together
Let's pray, let's pray together
Let's let us open our eyes
Let's eat of the manna pie
Flying off to heaven skies, you and I
Let's open our hearts, and talk to the Lord;
Let's open our minds, and talk to the Lord;
Oh!, just open your mouths and pray;
Open your mouth pray to the Lord
Let's Pray Together
11/05/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "Sin"
Sucking On Straws
I used to suck on nickels and dimes;
Metals tasted like saltine crackers
Swallowed a couple pennies many of times;
I just gag throw up like a method actor;
And now breaking the law guilty;
Throat raw, cut, torn, filthy;
I have a fetish;
For putting thing's in my mouth, I guess;
I swallowed a dime;
I ate some raw onions, picked livered possum,
YUM! so awesome
Teeth fell out,
From chewing on iron pipes;
Filthy rhyme breakings so many nutrients laws. . .
By swallowing any and everything's, ...Sucking on straws
by James Edward Lee
1/10/18
Twist around the rim, a drunken ballerina
Of unsorts, elbow deep in catastrophic
Breakings-perfected works of fiction shatter a
Curtain call. Lasting shards of what I can't stop; it
Burrows into my flesh, becoming hybred with
Misery. I would choose such over infamy
Though difficult to resist omnipotent kiss
It's comfortable the way it is: Destroying me.
A badly broken code of strangled DNA
Foxtrots with weighty pheromones boxed in a high
And void of selfless speakings, whispers yet to say-
The music stopped some time ago to hear deep sighs
Or heartfelt hymns by the nonbelievers;
Symphonies strangled into the night, far deeper
"At Least We're Not Letting Our Pheromones Go To Waste"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
I feel like a freak of nature,
An odd-ball of the rarest sort,
Because I had a happy childhood,
And it seems somehow I am caught...
I've grown up naive, trusting, and other
bizarre things,
I have no frame of reference
for the misery life often brings...
This has become a bit of a dilemma
Cause I am set apart,
From the street wise horrors
And their breakings of the heart,
Oh, I would learn quite quickly,
Later on in life,
Just how the world is sickly,
Thanks to an abusive wife...
And my cherished family memories
Are what helps me to hang on,
And those friends of mine,
Who somehow are not gone...
So if you suffered from
a miserable childhood,
And I do not belittle it's effect,
There might be one tiny
bit of solace,
You were forged tough
In furnaces of hell,
And can carry on in life,
Better than I could ever tell.