To my home town I pledge to my soul
To alway return to thee, my sun only set in thee
Blossom show me and brighten thou smile
Chipping and rushing is thou beautiful court
Laughter ,harmony is thou strength together we dance
In war,in cry and in ceremony
A smile in sorrow if thou goest down
But fight and struggle to rise again
Training and playing with those of our future
To love thee,and dance in merry
A dance in sorrow and never letting go never ever
When the future of the morrow stand together with the past of yesterday
We make a change
We rise and never fall even if we stumble we stand straight again like the sun.
The traveler stands alone,
a trespasser in dust and rot,
and then the sounds begin.
not rain,
not time's heavy sigh,
but a persistent,
liquid malice striking a rusty pot
somewhere in the black gut of the house.
Drip
A tiny bullet of sound fired into the deep quiet.
Drip
The sound
a tiny hammer
on the anvil of silence,
chipping away at the night.
Drip
An unwelcome guest,
insistent
monotonous
filling the vast emptiness
with its small, steady rhythm.
Drip
Each drop a moment passing,
marked by the sound
in the dark heart of the night
Blood from blood, bone from bone,
Under the partially eclipsed moon of a burgundy-red sky,
A murder of crows gathers on the barren carcass of branches,
Whilst mist clings to a chipping tombstone.
Hardened petrichor shifts ever so slightly,
Awaiting the awakening of revenge incarnate.
The witching hour is almost upon us;
Noir-cloaked figures emerge from the passing shadows.
A High Priestess holds firm an ancient Book of Shadows.
As the metaphysical clock strikes two,
Yellowed pages frantically flip to an incantation.
The underlings take their positions at the four corners,
While she takes her place in the center.
Chanting the passage simultaneously, resurrection is forthcoming,
As shrivelled nightshade blooms to ritualistic life
And the paramount witch returns from her unsettled slumber.
The Wheels of Dharma turn in their favour.
Scorched lands and vengeance follow,
As Armageddon ushers in a new era.
Some say destruction is a form of creation.
But what did I create while destroying my body?
What was created while I was chipping away at my skin, slice by slice?
It's not until you step back and stop the destruction
that you realize you created resilience.
Even though the destructive thoughts
souround your essence in a thick fog of darkness,
hellbent on destroying everything in its path...
Destruction is a form of creation.
And every time you fight your way out of that fog,
you're destroying the clawing urges bit by bit—
and creating a resilience against the very destruction
you thought would be your end.
Destruction is a form of creation.
So create a victorious mind.
Kicked in for crying,
Now there's a hole.
Put up a curtain,
To cover my soul.
Why can't I leave here ?
My love is all gone,
I never imagined
I would let this go on.
20 years been chipping
At my hearts home,
I barely noticed
Until I was gone.
Where did I go ?
Where is the Me?
Open the cracks,
For everyone to see.
TAH
Went searching for good enough and discovered it can only come from within myself
So I went back to the future in a DeLorean to try to pinpoint when things began to veer off track so I could alter time to put them back
It took a few trips after realizing I couldn’t quickly flip the script
Started by slowly chipping away to release the image I was trying to portray
Then pivoted to rewiring my circuits to help wrangle my inner circus
The process pivoted me from my head to my heart which granted me a fresh start
But it was only after I made the choice that I was able to hear a new inner voice
It started as a whisper but turned into a roar that I could no longer ignore
To wash over me to say what had been so tough, that I can relax and rest easy now since I am good enough
The image girl
Rolling into oblivion
Only stopping to say goodbye
Before she dies
Her body sculptured
Marble skin that men admire
Cocooned in beauty and grace
Dressed in sequins and lace
Only her eyes betray
A past that no elegance can hide
The dirt under her nails, hidden
But the reminiscence ingrained
The past and the present
Beat a different heart
One stronger today
One stronger tomorrow
Today, they bask in her glory
Wishing her beauty would rub off
A photograph in her presence
An autograph to cherish
The past was always stronger
Chipping away from within
Taking her back to the dirt
Where conception was forced in blood-soaked fields
The end was always the legend
Portraying a different past from the present
Fairytales always have to end in splendour
Otherwise, the children cry.
Plantar Ice
The snow, deliciously stabbing.
This treat for bare feet, astounding.
Tap-tap, my attention grabbing.
Lost mind, all reason confounding.
This treat for bare feet, astounding,
as by leaps, a senseless lesson.
Lost mind, all reason confounding.
Plantar ice, I bind my stress in.
As by leaps, a senseless lesson,
cruel picks chipping the sole martyr.
Plantar ice, I bind my stress in.
Sans shoes? Why couldn’t I be smarter?
Cruel picks chipping the sole martyr.
Tap-tap, my attention grabbing.
Sans shoes; why couldn’t I be smarter?
The snow, deliciously stabbing.
Living in the sunless cold hutch of till death do us apart, sits a chipping soul.
Never had he thought she did be a blotch of many shades.
Spitting and pouring scorn on his dreams of a happy home.
“What? Are you even a man? Your mates are out there...”
Rivers of winding winds,
their saw edged currents
chipping away at stone clouds.
Crests of powdery floss
slip over mountainous verges.
Not knowing anything about
the flexibility of granite cliffs
or the secret waves of the spheres,
I dip my face
into a whitewater sky,
jump out and in
of its
see-through skin.
Okay no remorse
for chipping a body to bits
but no sadness
no happy
no joy
well unless that was your last victims name
Only love when someone is thrashing you at tennis
Hate to say it but none of that either
No passion to comp
Surely hunger is felt
No fear t-shirts aplenty
Can they feel heat even just their feet
No pride or humility
No want to knead
No sense of worth
No hop to hope
The nothing felt
from slap to belt
Never alone
even when they are
No wonder no awe
Today the same as tomorrow
Summer- embraced, like a returning friend-
from a distant land. Here warmth descends-
here, she’s standing at the green fence.
Listen- Summer’s chipping off her snack-
rain and leaves crunched, with the cracks,
incessantly- stirring a nostalgic hunger’s lack.
Summer & melancholic hopers/the night eaters
in awakened dreams that have a bygone savor
of love & loss becoming- temporary painkillers.
My heart seems to break every day
and
little by little by little
it's chipping away.
The pain that I feel,
I pretend it's not real,
but
little by little by little
I know I'm falling apart
because of the ache in my heart
but
little by little by little
you pull me close
tell me you love me most
and
little by little by little
I begin to heal.
No longer must I conceal
all the pain I feel
and
little by little by little
you stand by my side
both day and night
drying the tears I cried.
But,
little by little by little
I feel you drifting away
like the rest you won't stay.
So,
little by little by little
my heart seems to break every day
all over again.
a dog went walking, with his master
a cat came running, next meowing, laughter
a squirrel in the tree, ran down to see
chirping, chipping, barking at the cat and dog
all these little chitters what it be, what they do they see?
the canine and feline both thought it odd
that a hawk flew down picked up the squirrel
and the jump unto the tree
the dog sat down looked all around and barked
wondering what's wrong with them, what it be
so much drama in an instant coincidencely
Cat came running after dog meowing, laughing
Squirrel came down from the tree to see, what mischief he to could reel
Alas a hawk came down swooping round picks the squirrel up
The dog, yet still yapping screams of bark, bark, bark, bark
LoL-laugh out loud
CrITTERS RUN AMUCK
2/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Penny
Pennies
Into pounds
Cost of living
Breaking down
Digging
Chipping
Gritty climb
I'll come out on top
I'll work
I'll grind
Sometimes short
But never without
Thirsty commitment
dampens this drought
Drip by drip
Collect the flow
Cup almost full
But don't let them know .
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