The bell tolls in an empty house where the demon lives
Its empty but holds payment hidden in crevices
Its coins, jewellery and item of value the previous tenant left
Don’t find and think I’ve found gold to sell
It’s there for a reason; payment
Don’t steal it as you will suffer disaster
Misfortune on misfortune
The one with the greedy eye will sell
And face the consequences
The psychic one will won’t touch it
leave it there and move out
along the crevices and cracks craggily creatures crawl
I saw a huge Kansas black rat snake one night last fall
Today I spied a silver skink, there might have been two
And something is wiggling right now under my shoe
Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24
There's nothing like the curves and crevices of all women.
That distinct little thing that does something to men.
They get all pumped up, and don't know how to act.
Plotting in their mind just how to get at that.
Focused like a laser with a night vision beam.
Targeting in on what should resolve everything.
Some beautiful curves with spankable cushion.
Will get what she deserves for us to go all in.
Although written Christmas day this is not for the meek.
A brother like me needs a real Christmas freak.
All I want from Santa is to handle my wish.
Put in front of me someone Phat, Lucious, and Thick.
A wall impenetrable
failure's entrance
moist eyes note not
the crevices
Ever-present
darkness, daylight
concrete pierced
with whispers
Matter's essence
distills eventualities
Life crevices, muted footsteps, blood stream flow;
Gathered passages breathing life;
Hand clap virtues standing ovations;
I stand go, Salutation price;
11/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
his face has deep crevices like the grand canyon
I wonder how many ideas dwell in their recesses
blue eyes are alert, I can see his youth in their shine
he turns the second he meets my eyes
perhaps I remind him of a daughter, as he reminds me ot things long gone
of my grandpa, of TV westerns, of what my face will be like someday
his hat is worn, his horse is slow, he hobbles toward the barn
I stay out of his way, wondering about his crevices
Oh dear lord!
Let her cry a million tears of molten gold
Until the earth consumes , in her bosoms, her faltered soul.
Flames getting high as they could
But clustered within great despair
Was the heart that couldn't move
She felt the earth crush beneath her feet
As the crevices shattered
Broken beyond repair
The moment had come
For the reckoning
The numb creature loomed over it
Rushed to provide it some shelter
But it would not be subdued
The freedom was now it's only refuge
Neither the being
Nor the heart
Could conjure up some solace
One , cause it hadn't the heart
The other , as it wasn't supposed to.
In the noon, I wish it comes not dawn
For all that bless my heart tears it
As all the memories of fun with you in the lawn
Travels every second in my imagination a hit
Please, let me be real
Should I believe this wind
That place you in my mind
Which craves the channel of appeal
Took you away to make me go blind
I am sorry for all that brings you tears
We should have continue in the midst of fears
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Deep within the crevices
Dire valleys deepen
Hearkening to the Thunder
Channel Rivers spiral
Voicourss thunderclouds
Clapping loud
Sun beams bright
Focusing on it lights path
Darkness Shadows await the night
Moon switches places
Evening tides river rides
The grounds follows
Deep within the crevices
8/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
frost-bitten fingers ...
minute … cracks and … crevices
whimpering … souls ... numb
5/24/17
Revealing my true presence
And very essence
Around remnants
Crawling out of crevices
Among denizens
As well as similar or different specimens
Trying to reap consecutive benefits
Whether or not being competitive
Meanwhile others remain prejudice
And utter menaces
Always insenitive
Even towards their own relatives
Since you've now become my nemesis
I'll show you what a gremlin is
Rip out your small and large intestines quick
It either was or wasn't preventative
It doesn't matter if you want to be a pessimist
The solar system in constant motion since the genesis
Is there truly and end to it?
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