Laws over user
Response in violation
I'ma violation of code?
Next sentence no jury
Immediately I lost control
Living is leaving without doors
Pre eminent domain the framers
Constitution
An earth in form
Assembled infantry
Order duty
Follow document
Intercept
Floored
Rent a right
Ambition dollar
Our articulate article
Misses print
Who sided with before, controversial
Higher orders, adjunct military professor of law
Stilled the fix of formatted text
The preferential abandon as treatment
Treat men
War with a battlefield of dying poor
My published records of ink in light
Stopped by outsiders having wishes of rewrite French crime
Penny contorts interest
Depriving satisfaction
Kreb a bus
Now undefine the cost of that writers right
In this absence if article documenting times
How is one literal
Written By: D. Collins 7/4/25
It's said that writers don't read, and readers don't write.
That may be true because I've done this for most of my life.
It gives me ultimate pleasure putting a pen to a pad.
Documenting all the things I want and wish I had.
Just be the man you think you are.
Lay down your stuff like a shining star.
Project positivity if you do nothing else.
Know exactly who you are inside yourself.
It gives it moment to just stop life in time.
Never having to look back and hit rewind.
Knowing what you're for and came to do.
Put forth the blessing God gave to you.
What is your C.W.D.
Not all problems have to be negative.
Sense of self.
Self worth.
Sense of identity.
The real me.
Value of life.
Rejected from society.
Mental compulsion.
Going in circles.
Don’t forget O.C.D.
(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
Shattered dreams.
Holding on to the past.
Just a pen in hand.
Mistakes to learn.
End of a pencil has an eraser.
Become a new person.
The love of poetry.
Always writing.
Ink to documenting.
Wrestle with your thoughts.
Not always wrong.
Be strong.
Keep on writing.
This is my C.W.D.
And O.C.D.
Don’t beat yourself up.
A poet forever.
Compulsive Writing Disorder
Over ink-drenched pages shadows crawled
Filled with tales of the broken who dared to fall
Tears thinly coated the weak and weary lines
Blurring the edge of truth with pain and glory intertwined
Through every ink smudge a story’s shape takes form
A tempest's tranquil eye documenting the storm
Wept-on pages with stories yield a heart laid bare
An ink-stained notebook with pages forever declares
Random and sweeping thought’s authorities
With the notebook’s ink holding poetic majorities
It was but for a moment that the world was truly mine,
silence swallowing the alley of Shriver as a crow circled the gray skin in the sky.
I wanted to borrow its wings; I wanted to Fly.
It was but a moment I felt needed documenting, I don’t know why.
I met a man who writes in color
Not so sure there are many others
Imagine how much fun to see
Every day a history
Of color
Some are bright
Like the sun light
Some are dark
Not so much for gloom
But standing upright
Is each color
As he writes
Documenting a fictional fight
From time to time
Every once in a while
Now and again
Though as much as I love to write
Due and to because
What I choose to write about
Comes from and down to from my inner heart
And on that basis and although it is cathartic
My own version and art form of expressing
Delving into documenting and revealing
Exposing my true self innermost feelings
As a caveat it also comes at the expense
And certain of cost exposing and opening up
Old wounds I have as yet to heal from
So every now and then though it pains me
I have to take a break and refrain from
That which I have come to love and rely on
But nothing worthwhile ever doing
That brings one happiness or enduces pleasure
Afterwards evaluating the positives and negatives
You are then willing and able to give up
Isn't really viewed as a loss surely then
Is it
As what exactly have you lost or learned
And that also goes and applies to all concerned
~ Beloved Woman of God I am your journalist Scribe;
A professional copyist I shall;
My duties theologian, a jurist,
May I verse hardcopy speaks life?
What you say, you speak life too;
A scribe in term, inspired words;
Gleaning those of Father’s lessons;
You have learned, inspirational;
I be your journalist scribe transpose record ;
That of what’s in the inside out;
~ In the name of Jesus Christ;
Be your personal, clerk, transcriber;
Your amanuensis, recorder;
You’re in season record-keeper;
May I be your personal professional theologian?
Penman jurist documenting mallam, Hallelujah and Amen!
Scribe recording dictated you and Our Father’s verse;
History present tense impressions, for now and always;
I am your journalist Scribe;
-------I shall be your Scribe;
9/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Like Silent Laughter
David J Walker
I can still feel the cold water
Cool my tanned skin usually drenched
in the sweat of a hoe handle and the
hot summer sun
The above ground steel tank filled from
The creaking efforts of a windmill meant to
Quench the thirst of thirsty cattle
The salt lick that became our diving board
A rare moment of splashing laughter
Rarer than rare the occasion of young cousins
allowed to play for an afternoon
as other children play in city park pools
Very aware that
We were the farm kids
And would curse in bilingual blurbs the
Profane adjectives accenting hard work
I don’t remember who was
winding and aiming
The 8mm movie camera
Capturing the moment through a lens
that would
Otherwise have been lost forever
Documenting the silent laughter of
Farm kids having fun the hard way
In the New Mexico Summer sun
Freedom of Expression is Only Free to The Members of The Dominant Class, Race, Religion Or Segment Of Society.
For The Rest of US Payments May be made in Blood, Tears, Rights or Civil Liberties.
I am a Brother of a Different Race, Ethnicity, Color, Language and Creed, Though I Can Identify With Your Journey.
For My People Walk a Similar Road.
We have Known Slavery, Whips, Chains and the Continued Attempts to Silence Our Collective Voice(s).
This Road is Long, the Path is Steep, and the Friends willing to travel with you are Few, But I would say to be Encouraged.
You Will One Day Get There, If You Are Willing to Continue the Journey, Endure the Race, and Aim towards the Higher Calling.
Though Water, Time Zone(s), and Distance May Separate US, Know That If Your Pursuit is Positive, Intention(s) Are Honest Regarding the Freedom of All Citizens, and your Motives are Sincere and Pure, Then I Will Stand With You.
The World is Watching, Documenting and Praying For your Positive and Peaceful Resolution.
Best Regards
Paul Cumberbatch (Author, December 12, 2020)
Such a wonderful sight
A horse going into flight
Captured in a lens
Documenting by the writer's pen
For once a horse was used for war
And now has a prescence of peace with a score
May we continue the beauty of a horse show
Snickering at others athletic events saying 'what do you really know"
You see it is the beauty of a horse that can never cease
With its artistic message reminding us all of the word peace
Marc O'Brien Author/Poet
Daring Detectives delight me
Dreaming dastardly dilemmas
Deliberating discerning dialogues
Discovering delectable dramas
Diligently dissecting diaries
Dutifully documenting details
Discreetly digging
Dutifully dialoguing
Dividing distressed details
During division of documents
Dendrites dancing delightfully
As I decipher dynamics of dramas
Depicted by distinguished detectives
Waking up in a dream
How I lost for a lot...
From Acnes to aches
Writing schedules and documenting facts
So I believe, let it be!
Cause that's what I want to be!
Sweet dreams: my honey,
Bee hive: how I'm enslaved in my work.
Flying off to flowers, landing on petals
Not knowing they artificial,
false dreams created by masters
So I have to be my own master!
Left my old life to walk on the right path,
Family and friends looking out for me
And I look in to find my self,
I know three is the code:
I.d, ego and super ego
The constructed psyche
To form my reality, my self and my being
So I begin: from diaries to commandments.
Sit Transit Gloria Mundi
Rick Folker
Our current consumptive culture
Salivates over
"Tech" and "Cell" and "Screen"
That transmits the lurid, pornographic
Apocalyptic scenes.
We long for the end
Of the endless 24/7 hollow info
Hoping, even praying that
The Moral Arc would start to bend.
The dreadful, the destitute in their death throes
Are caught by our ever-present lens;
The Schadenfreude tourist
Documenting the world's worsening
woes.
We check off the trauma
As part of our Holy Bucket List
And tune in and tune out of another
Kardashian/Jerry Springer blitz.
All along we lurch from crisis to crisis
Bankers scot free, Blacks burned in worship
While blaming the ever-elusive Isis
White supremacy in the land of the free?
The clown in the White house doesn't get it ....
Or does he
I’m sufficiently tired, and have time on my own to contemplate. I still reckon I did pretty good; as the following words will convey. There are a few areas where I could have improved, but I will not be documenting them here.
My colleagues were fantastic. We did a good job in the most dire circumstances.
Here’s to the writing-
This is the problem
the rest of the world can wait.
Life starts with “A”.
gett’n down and dirty
all hands in
fight against nature
I am a nurse
I’m always fighting nature
but then again
nothing heals better
It’s not my job
to make these decisions
It’s my job
to fight the repercussions
she just crashed
you’re wading in the wash
and she was gone…
Somewhere the flood gates opened
and my fingers weren’t big enough
to stem that flow.
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