Boredom hits me
Fatigue won’t quit me
I’m stuck at work
I’m going berserk
My boss ain’t here
The coast is clear
But I gotta sit tight
I think of rhymes to write
My mind takes flight
As I sit by the light
Processing information
Looking for inspiration
Should I write about clouds?
Or getting lost in the crowd
Or growing up in the slums
Now I’m twiddling my thumbs
I wait for time to pass
I write some more pizzazz
But I’m still really bored
I’m about to hit the floor
A question I wanna forget
Is it 5 o clock yet?
I sigh in one breath
Boredom feels like death
Gilt-edged first light visions greet
zestful horde in trendy street
Luscious coffee bouncing bean
set alight a dormant scene
Pumpkin seeds dot fresh brown toast
eager staff cool vibrant host
Ghetto blasters rock and blare
raucous voices split the air
Backbeat sold on grey stone curb
manic newsstand with the blurb
Toil worn riser half asleep
speed bump traffic jam’s beep beep
Noisy dockland, wharf or pier
naval fringe cry, coast is clear
Blue horizon sky high quest
humdrum route dull second best
Stock exchange a whirling disc
budding Gordon Gecko risk
Rapid urban belt whose rift
spurs its city’s latent gift
Have you heard the story,
Of Stink, Stank, and Stunk?
The one of a kind, bonafide,
Three headed Skunk.
Stink was on the left,
Stunk was on the right.
Leaving Stank in the middle,
With no peripheral sight.
They always disagreed,
On who was in the lead.
Each vying for the spot,
Unwilling to concede.
They'd go round and round,
With tail in the air.
Snapping at each other,
And ripping out their hair.
But it never did fail,
After lifting their tail.
Would spray a triple dose,
Oh man, what a smell.
It'd bring you down to size,
Putting tears in your eyes.
The stench was so bad,
It would even kill flies.
If they ever come near,
You'd better disappear.
Just run for your life,
Till the coast is clear.
He went after ten to the corner cafe
Lit brazenly against the backdrop
Of the wife and the kids
Arriving at five on the shuttle
that hustled him into
this port
Spending the night
Looking for a lifeline
To recall when he's anchored
In Cleveland
Hey,a sirens beginning to sing
Strolling away to
A rain soaked night
His conscience safely stowed
Navigating the front desk
Lingering at
Coast is clear
as though
Shanghied to Ohio
Breaking apart on the rocks
Offering cab
fare
And coffee
Walking into
the wake
Alone
If home is where the heart is
My home lies far away
Though I may live in Illinois
Returning home's my goal some day
For now I bide my time and wait
Until the coast is clear and bright
And on that day I'll sail away
To live a life that's pure, upright
In her embrace, deep in my soul
She takes me home to grassy knoll
And beckons me with soft refrains
Come back again, your love remains
No criminal worth his salt
Or is good at his job
Is behind bar's and in prison
They are rather in hiding
Careful planning what job
to take on next
To fund retirement
Not out spending i'll gotten gain
Just waiting for the right moment
Till the coast is clear
And the reason why they never
get caught
Can blend and live in plain sight
Be absolutely anyone's neighbour
without raising or arousing an
inclination of suspicion
Otherwise everyone put under
witness protection
Would have to be moved on
a regular basis
Because they stick out like
a sore thumb trying to fit in
In the cloudy mist the coast is clear I can't resist it's moisten kiss~
1/3/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Trees shed their leaves to take a bow at night,
Where silence reigns like a king without throne,
Birds perch on the cross on grave from twilight,
Eyes scary and waiting...~they are alone,
Waiting...for the next one to be brought here,
Darkness playing tunes that the coast is clear.
9-29-2019
Go on, give it a go...yell out your frustrations when the coast is clear!
Date written and posted: 06/02/2019
Morbid gloomy night in the middle of fall,
Sitting on the window waiting on your call.
The skies are kicking and punching;
Throwing a tantrum against the wall.
My heart breaks with your absence,
But there is more to you than just your presence.
I now lay on your side of the bed,
Searching, tracing the last bits of your essence.
It’s all now coming to an end,
And it’s up to the solid grounds to comprehend.
Rain is always needed in order to grow,
Love is a plant and must ascend.
The coast is clear inviting morning to appear;
Chirping birds and colors coming from the rear.
A ray of sunshine enhancing a rainbow in the dark;
Soon we will be together, maybe just another year.
-Inactive Volcano
Even after d death of Rachel
His son who is her Jewel
Though thrown in the well,
but since with God all is well
Especially for those in him they dwell
Joseph was sold
to the city of old
lies they told
Jacob was cold
He knows Joseph is gold
but lo and behold
as his destiny unfolds
Despite Potiphar's hold
He was taken to prison
For no cogent reason
That soon turned a lesson
suddenly his hope turned arisen
Sure he became a blessing.
The foreign land was not a barrier
With God d coast is clear
Challenges may be here n there
From the pit he moved to palace
That is the work of grace
on God he fixed his gaze
And blessings flow over his race
Though they say by identity
That you are a nonentity
Definitely that is a falsity
I know you are a celebrity
Because you serve a God that is Almighty.
She seeps through the halls
Listening for him to bawl
Her illusions keep her awake
As her mind continues to break
No one taught her the truth
That her child died at youth
She knew of the fact
But only made her mind blacked
She lives in Meadow Lanes
Where she stays rooted with chains
If you head straight
You'll go into a dark fate
She's in the baby blue room
Where she holds her dead womb
She'll cause stairs to creak
And soon, she'll let out a loud shriek
It'll freeze you in your step
She'll appear, causing you to yelp
Stay frozen, don't move
Unless a tale she'll prove
She'll have tears on her flushed face
She won't move, she wants a chase
Don't give it to her
Stay still until the coast is clear
Don't worry, she'll leave
But she'll gather you as a pet peeve
Don't stay longer
Unless you want to end like Johnson's daughter
Don't ever come back
For now, the door gains another crack
That was a tragic tale you see?
Now child please, run along and go flee
If you want to know more
Why don't you head to my door?
The coast is clear
We can march on withour fear.
Many mighties have fallen
They yielded not the warning.
The road,full of horrors
That inflict pain all raws.
We hold out as a team
Fighting mosters, as they teem.
Seeing now the glory ahead
Our hope revived, once dead.
Disguised
chameleon skin
If my sea weed is greener,
the coast is clear for your sheep's.
Your lions faces are meaner,
than my innocence of friendship.
Rebellion being
Destroy my child's placenta.
As you wish,if it makes you lighter.
In all,homeless are you in "mans" agenda.
At the abyss of the "cordis",am left none but happier.
The coast is clear now,
The masks they had on,
is now left there on the ground where they took off,
I now look at their pictures hung on my wall,
And hear a little of them every now and then,
I sleep and awake on the sound of the hollowness of their words,
I'm breaking into a whole new space,
With no one there,
" It's just you" my shadow whispered,
Caught by the shiver of the loneliness,
I've been there,
I'm doing it all over again,
But this time,
I choose doing it,
I don't want to have you again,
I don't want to lose myself again in losing you,
I'm broken by the wrong choices I've made,
I'm damaged by the regrets I feel,
The weight of them is taking my strength away,
All what I've been doing,
is pushing myself to the edges,
To fall and feel a rush,
to set fire and feel burned,
Easy and hard to every interruption and distraction,
I wish one day,
All this would leave me behind,
Let me go,
Back to myself again.
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