In the midst of her gathering, I adorned her with my eyes as I see into her eyes a beautiful soul through the window, I can see her heart beating, I smell the fragrance of her blood excreting.
Oh what a beautiful array
My nose come close to her space. She has such a sweet essence.
Closer and closer, I come into her presence, I disregard everything else I look up more into the skies to heaven simultaneously, looking yet still into her eyes to her soul. Spirit smells of jasmine
Oh what a beautiful array
My lips as I walk ever closer to her her grace, her face shines as I walk over yet and still step-by-step closer to her body, her face resonates I touch her lips with my words. I embrace her heart with my spirit. My hands and arms reach up and out word. I am case her velvet body. I embrace, I touch your face with a kiss. For her spirit , soul in body , her bodies are sweet
Oh, what an beloved beautiful array
Her bodies sweet
5/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Thank you, heart, for all your beating.
Thank you, lungs, for breath.
That you, kidneys, for excreting,
Overriding death.
Thank you, bones, for your supporting.
Thank you, eyes, for sight.
Thank you, legs, because cavorting
Still could bring delight.
Thank you, teeth, for all your chewing.
Thank you, ears, for sound.
Thank you, brain, for all you’re doing,
Keeping me around.
We can’t know when life is ending,
But I’m grateful to
My body, with its staunch defending,
Helping me get through.
am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Life is full of pain
Until he performs something to attain
Each day responds the same
Till the time, is not wakening up to improve the game
Time is flying
Neglecting the fact, remains rented, relying on lying
Aspiring internal peace
Though the truth comes up at fatal fees
Earning enemies each day
As if all are associates enjoying at bay
Unsatisfactory has he become!
Eliminating & Excreting the agonies with rum
The entire day he discusses How is She?
Satirically, sitting solely speculates on Why is he?
More than cleverness
He needs kindness
The obstacle is not society
It arises when he inaugurates him above almighty
Seeking his redemption
While ignoring integrity amidst inappropriate intervention(s)
Hard Work forever pays
Just he shouldn't forget to self-screening his days
From the sun to the moon, she entered his voyage as a boon
From the moon to the sun, he always made her fun
Truth is an elusive beast.
Veiled by the cloak of deceit.
Truth is a laser light.
Only found by those who seek.
Truth can cut one to the quick,
When square in the face it hits.
Truth a precision scalpel,
Surgeon tool that does the trick.
Severs bonds of hypocrisy.
Removes the blinders of hate.
Truth never arrives uninvited,
Thus, dull darkness of deception,
Eases into every ideology.
Feasting in minds of educated arrogant.
Flowing out from intellectual ignorant.
Excreting greed, graft, hate, and hypocrisy.
Truth never resides in the middle.
For it is always right of left,
Occasionally appears left of right.
Truth by its nature must choose sides.
For when it comes to wrong or right,
Truth in the middle cannot abide.
Light of truth the great surgeon.
Seek the surgeon he will set you free.
Giuliani let one out in a meeting
Heard on a Microphone as his rude greeting
He said, "That wasn't me"
Oh Rudy, I disagree
It was a loud rumbling that kept repeating
While people around him started retreating
He continued talking, gasses still excreting
At election fraud hearing
The room started clearing
Rudy, what in the heck have you been eating?
Reenacted in parody on SNL
Where it didn't include the stench of his smell
One of Giuliani's gaffes
Gave viewers lots of laughs
Embarrassing, he was caught in show and tell
I saw the curtains dancing to be beat of the wind
I saw the sun excreting snow
And moon bleeding fire
I saw love crying
As humanity fades away in the speed of light
My heart rumbled ferociously with massive earthquakes in sight
And my soul pants bitterly as humanity walks closer to its doom
©ABSOL
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I made a lake filled with hate
And kept it clogging up,
It was bulking, bulking, till it broke
Thro' emptying its animosity.
And when it could no longer hold
Its propaganda of repugnance,
It was bleeding, bleeding, till I saw
Some ugsome fear burning cold-
Where then I fell thro' into hell
Baiting a creep of despair,
And I, in silence, some strange silent
Omen spat its vomit from my belly.
I felt the sting of pain overpower
Breaking my mind into pieces,
It was horrible, horrible, I couldn't toil
Nor finish fish I'd tried to bake.
Here comes now the vilest mother
Of my grief wrecking appetites,
She was excreting, excreting, till I choked
On her heinous mudslide of hogwash-
Now I am drowning in a lake
Self made thro' illicit ills,
Depression has awoken in its wake
And I'll slide deeper let 'em see.
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/processes-of-life
The basic essence of being alive
The process to live and thrive
Movement as the ability to move
Respire to release energy from food
Response to changes, sensitivity
Building blocks, growing steadily
Reproduction of offspring
Excreting waste, healthy living
Food for energy, vital nutrition
Life processes of healthy condition
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
I'm dreaming of bleeding
My hearts in receding
A darkness descending
In chambers unending
I just want to flippin die
It's so putrid, I could cry
Could you please tell me why
The root of my disease
Will I rise from this beating
These pieces are excreting
Or, will I wither away
Decaying and replaying
The love that you gave
Dusted poison apon my grave
Your shovel was digging
Into my soul, it was stripping
Away with your laced pain
Taking a bullet, to your domain
I survived, unscathed
Or did I, really
Feed them,
feed them lies
Feed them the lies they love so well
Give them gut rot,
make their distended bellies swell
Excreting lies so disgusting,
they leave an awful, putrid smell
Feed them,
feed them more lies
Let them taste the rotten fruit
that yield the swarm of flies
Let them take the moldy bread,
and put it in the maggot dip
Open wide their sepulchre mouth,
and spread those crooked lips
Shovel the lies down their throat,
let it come out of their nostril
Lover of lies who love to boast
about all the souls they do kill
Feed them,
give them what they want
Feed them lies,
til it come out of their eyes
Haters of truth, will never hear it
Don't give them that, please don't
Lover of lies,
lover of sin
Vomit out the vile lies,
then lick it up again
Hounds of iniquity,
got the lying tick and the lying flea
Love to wallow in the filthy mud,
love to lick their paws covered in blood
Keep feeding them lies,
lies they love to hear and tell
Greedy dogs who never get enough,
send them all straight to hell
Food
mouthful, bellyful
appealling, inviting, arresting
satisfaction,happiness,urge,want
digesting,absorbing,excreting
rejectful,ejectful
waste.
CARDS OF LIFE
We ought to be proud that we're still here,
For many did leave us within months or few years
they showed up;
Surviving nine months in the belly of a woman,
Showing up covered with blood in full form,
Through the stages of growth,
Withstanding and overcoming climatic conditions
infused by illnesses and diseases.
Now aged, seeing another process bloom;
Looks on to retirement, being weaken by age.
And last; groaning while crawling, pissing and
excreting solid stuff on oneself;
It seemed one does get shame at the end before the
grave.
CARDS OF LIFE
We ought to be proud that we're still here,
For many did leave us within months or few years
they showed up;
Surviving nine months in the belly of a woman,
Showing up covered with blood in full form,
Through the stages of growth,
Withstanding and overcoming climatic conditions
infused by illnesses and diseases.
Now aged, seeing another process bloom;
Looks on to retirement, being weaken by age.
And last; groaning while crawling, pissing and
excreting solid stuff on oneself;
It seemed one does get shame at the end before the
grave.
I didn’t do my math homework!
I watched T.V instead!
I better come up with an excuse... and quick!
Or else I’m surely dead!
My brother tore it!
It’s in the garbage!
Mom says it causes brain damage!
My power was out!
I had the flu!
I was having trouble excreting my poo!
You know, why even bother?
My excuses are so lame!
I know! My dog ate my homework!
Now to find a dog I can blame...
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