To dust, The old boxes in the attic, the old toys in the basement, they turn to dust as they stay forgotten, the cotton rabbit going rotten. The boxes taped close, as if reopened they'd grow and Molden. the small bed in the room, needing dusting, the frames rusting and the sheets clustering. the pictures turned down, the stand broken and the glass broken, the frame cracked and dusted. The kid in this room loved it, but moved out for peace, getting a lease and building a life, new bed, new pictures, new boxes and new toys for the kids they had themselves, and soon enough that kid's room will dust too. Not in dirtiness but in affection, showing how much it was looked in, slept and cried in, and used. SO if you dust it don't throw out the boxes, don't resell the toys, don't throw out the broken pictures and please don't dismantle the bed, leave it to be, leave the memories fly around, leave it as a museum until the kid comes into that house, picking that same room, using that same bed, ripping those same boxes and playing with those same toys. To dust, is to love.
I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.
Getting clean in a hot shower
Gives you a smell like a flower
Pretty and fragrant like a a rose
From your head down to your toes
But when you are really flirty
I don't feel clean--just dirty
Steaming up the glass door
Clothes are scattered on the floor
Soaping up its slippery
Falling for your trickery
To join you in this fun game
This hot waters like a flame
Pulsating on us strong and steady
Until we both are ready
To get warm and really cozy
Under blankets--cheeks so rosy
From the hotness we just shared
Not one ounce of love was spared
As we got dirty in the action
Leading to desired passion
My dearest hot shower
You mean the world to me
You cleanse both body and mind
Always wake me up when sleepy
You warm and soothe my aching bones
At times wash away my tears
You let me sing my heart out
Without hands over ears
In times of sickness
Your warmth helps heal
In times of sorrow
A warm cuddle l feel
When grubby from a days hard work
Or salty from the sea
You take the situation in hand
Washing the dirtiness from me
When l am freezing cold and reluctant
To come and visit you
You continually beckon me
Until l see your point of view
You make me feel clean and fresh
Comforted and renewed
I love and need you in my life
Dearest hot shower….I could never live without you!!
Bac N tha day
Grand gran M would say
Boy B for y'all sit down
Better wash em hands
Go down to the creek N way them hanzs
Wash them hands O Lord
I need two wash me hands
Need ta eat that manna my God provide
Grand N would say wash them hand b four you eat
B four you pray let your hands and mouth b cleansed
Do not let no dirtiness come out them lips
And keep them hands also clean b four you eat
Yeah, I know the water at the creek
It's dirty water
But we ain' t got no faucet or running water
Gone down to the creek in wash them hanzs
Come on back quick so y'all got yo bacon, eggs and grits
Boy, did ya also wash yo face
So great gran pa lead us N prayer
He said let us all close our eyes now
Fold them hanzs N say aloud
Now
Thank you Father God fer tha food b four us
Thank N Father God fer tha food we have Amen
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Timothy, I've risen
Out of death prison
Out of darkness
I was chained
Tied down and beheaded
Decapitated
I've risen and grew
Away I flew
I was enchained
Restrained
I suffered
On a perfect grade
Endured
Forbeared
Stomached
Afflictions
Sadness
Grief distress
Accepted
Fullness dirtiness
Love's capable and powerful
Good invaluable treasure
Untreated, Integer
I'm word of love now
I reign with love now
Royal - no wicked doubtful broken
Unscrupulous failed perverse mind
I have a clean conscience
I thank love
which I worship
Due to love
I stand and do not slip
Timothy, I've risen!
let us richly grow the word
deep in the hearts of the world
our being the ripened seed of seen
planted in wide acceptance therein
to bloom the one, his come and call
in fruitful yields he longs of all
not microphones tilling tares across
of sundays' spill in sows of dross
much sowing, much growing, what is to see?
dread dirtiness in laughs of hurt mockery
so, let's sow ourselves true of the word
and what true change come upon the world
OUR HOMELAND
We cross the waters of
Our great big homelands
With the beauty of the rocks
To the trees and the seas
Together joined as one
Nation we can do what
Is right and give a helping
Hand and to understand
Our earth is our home
We all should do our part
To keep from the dirtiness
And from falling apart
So people of the world
Please don’t run and hide
Help our homelands keep
Clean while showing pride
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He smells here and there like the politicians,
He is as stupid as the looters of our lilies pride.
Where ever he goes, people knows he has entered
Because of his fart which smell like the politicians lies.
A politician in the animal kingdom, a tyrant to humans.
His black colour depict the darkest part of the politician' hearts and his brown body represent their enviness.
Once they fart, every masses become insane and dance to their lies.
Liars they are, waiting to devour the righeousness of the ignorant public.
Dirty game they play as the He Goat swell around in dirtiness.!
Who has seen the He-Goat and have not seen the politician?!
Who has seen the politicians and have not seen the He-Goat in his crazy form?
Politi-Goat, Goatician! Goatician, Politi-Goat!!
Politicians have no morals as the He Goat has none.
I was born here;
Here I had my first thirst of milk,
Here I had the first knock on my head,
Mother kissed me here and sucked out
The mucus from my nose here with out
Inviting a second eyes to see my dirtiness.
I had my first love here under this Ugba tree;
He cuddled my breast and thrust them into his bosom
Here under this Ugba tree,
I had my first love!
I had my first love here!!
I had my first kiss here,
To those little ones who died before me, nature has its choice to make.
To those little ones that didn't see love; love came to me at two.
You rousy beam of haggered lousiness,
Belittle me not in here;
For I'm now a bigun in the southern necropolis.
Me and I was against the western,
For we want no cucumber to grow on our belly,
And yam with yam tubers from our anus.
We want no worm to disturb our peaceful sleep.
Our ears should forever listen to the
tone of Barokar!
Indistinct clatter from afar,
When the air whirl and talk like humans.
When we gossip with the loneliness of then,
And our breathe plays in the three times two feet of the silent den.
Here me and I had our first love under that Ugba tree.
Why people are selfish,
why people are stylish,
Why they are on high tower,
Is that because of useless power,
Whenever their mind is gonna be wash,
They usually interrupt and say Gosh!
Dirtiness has stuck on their minds in big chain,
whom high power detergents could also n't strain.
A woman’s work
A woman’s work is never done
At times it really is no fun
Washing, ironing, all those chores!
Then it’s down to washing floors
My day will start at nine o clock
And then I’ll hardly ever stop
Until my home is clean again
Dirtiness drives me insane
Soon it’s time to cook the tea
Oh boy I’m such a busy bee
I wish sometimes folk did not eat
So I can rest from aching feet
I accept these chores though, with much ease
Like a bird flies in the trees
A woman has to do her chores
And this will be forever more
8 May 2014 @ 1330hrs.
Getting clean in a hot shower
Gives you a smell like a flower
Pretty and fragrant like a a rose
From your head down to your toes
But when you are really flirty
I don't feel clean--just dirty
Steaming up the glass door
Clothes are scattered on the floor
Soaping up its slippery
Falling for your trickery
To join you in this fun game
This hot waters like a flame
Pulsating on us strong and steady
Until we both are ready
To get warm and really cozy
Under blankets--cheeks so rosy
From the hotness we just shared
Not one ounce of love was spared
As we got dirty in the action
Leading to desired passion
Queens with long velvet hair
hear them scream in a twilight
as their hearts torn from their chests,
left to rot in a place that the Devil would never go near
and God looks down and nothing happens,
those once beautiful Queens with long velvet hair
lay prone in filth and dirtiness
of what love left for them.
.2.15.2014.
Everyday I wake, I bathe in the river Jordan: taking with me the dirtiness from the yesterdays. Repeating the same sins, that were never washed clean. Reenacting the past and all its ways.
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