Why is Congress infected with socialism
which only creates division and schism
Seems to me it’s 'cos Congress just rolls over, plays possum
to forked-tongue liars like Obama, Biden and Trump
The electorate is finally fed up with representatives who won’t fight
against emperors without clothes like the aforementioned chumps
So now they’re voting for charlatans who shout, yell and scream
~ hard-core commies who'll kill forever the American Dream
thought
logic
ideas
brain inspired
imagination
empathetic
understood
hard core
thought
What a recent shame it's been
Tears are falling once again
Eyes are red and really swollen
After all my faith was stolen
Someone I completely trusted
With a friendship has now busted
All my dreams that we could be
Like sisters in a family
Sharing good times and the bad
Thinking it is what we had
But your act of cruelty
Smashed apart the sisterly
Union I fought so hard for
Your actions are so hard core
It sucker punched me in the gut
Opening my eyes that were shut
When did you become unloyal
To the point you had to soil
All the years I tried my best
To be someone you can invest
All your happy and sad days
But you threw that all away
Stealing a guy you knew
I worked up the courage to
Finally ask out on a date
But you swooped in now its to late
I hope you burn in a hell fire
You're a crappy friend and liar
The bike rolls up mountains,
thunders forward on the revving edge
of orgasmic storms.
Trip-taking is boring,
flying nowhere on a Harley,
like urgent sex,
is hard core
also the way a dandelion seeds
on the breath of the wind
is hard to the core.
The bike gets lighter
as the biker funnels through
narrow tunnels of speed -
danger-pleasure -
verge riding.
Leather and oil
mixing it up,
fumes
gulping daylight
down
into the cast-iron engine
of a throbbing moment.
Friends come; friends go
Family lies low
Work's a revolving door
Family's hard core
Neighbors move in and out
Family's devout
Pets can disappear
Family cries real tears
When it comes to care and compassion
Family never goes out of fashion
In this world you can't survive
Being weak and pitiful an
Not protecting yourself
In this world you won't survive
If you're too hard core
Heartless and a bully
Wasted man in a wasted land
He got no hope of survival
Cos his country is highjacked
By corrupt leaders
Who never care about the benefits
Of their people
But their own selfish interest
He got no job
So each moment he is always
On alcohol
Drinking away his pains sorrows and agony
There is no future for him in a wasted land
Destroyed and devalued
by his greedy leaders
So he never mind with alcohol to get wasted
Wasted man in a wasted land
So many men are similar to wasted men
They got no means of survival
It too difficult to survive
Under a tough and hard core leaders
That really don't look after the common man
They allow them to waste with out care
Or support
And they create desperate
wasted men like the
Wasted man in the wasted land
THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A
THEY SAY CAN YOU SEE BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT?
OF COURSE I CAN, I HAVE TO I'M UP GETTING READY FOR WORK.
I GOT BILLS TO PAY SO I CAN HAVE A PLACE TO STAY
THEY SING ABOUT THE ROCKETS RED GLARE AND THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR. SWEATHEART I KNOW YOU MUST MEAN THE FIRE ROARING FROM A BUILDING, IF BOMBS ARE FLYING I'M A HIT THE DECK.
I NEED TO LIVE! DADDY DON'T TAKE CARE OF ME LIKE YOU BOURGEOISIE'S.
THEY TELL US IT'S THE HOME OF THE BRAVE AND THE LAND OF THE FREE
WELL I AM BRAVE, BUT I AIN'T FREE, WE AIN'T FREE
WE ARE AS FREE AS THAT TREE RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR
THE GOVERNMENT OWN'S IT, IT'S GANGSTER AND HARD-CORE.
THIS BE OUR MOTTO"IN GOD WE TRUST". D.T.A BABY.
BABY MY TRUST IN GOD AIN'T GONNA STOP A WAR, AIN'T GONNA BUY ME A STORE.
THAT'S RIGHT MY TRUST IN GOD GOT ME CLEANING FLOORS FOR YOU DIRTY WHORES.
PRAISE THE POWER THAT HATH ME AND PRESERVE US A NATION!
PLEASE OKAY ALL THEY DID WAS PRESERVE THE GOVERNMENTS INFATUATION WITH MONEY. I'M SORRY THAT NONSENCE DON'T FLY BY ME HONEY.
"TIS THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A.
When you see I look just fine,
looking like im having fun,
it's that Trelegy ellipta, all mine,
my life saving,
horribly hard-core,
expensive friend.
Improves quality of life
but hastens that final end.
It's that daringly dubious
double edged sword.
There's no purpose in intubation.
But I beat him back
as best I can,
armed with Z-packs
and other medication,
his staph advances once again.
I am armed and ready.
I stand at the gate,
watching closely,
I know his plan
to hit me harder
to extract that fee,
but I know just when to strike,
the moment to open that Z.
I have to laugh,
going home has never been so much fun,
i'm certainly not suffering.
But he will come
like a thief in the night
to take me home
suddenly.
I know not when.
"And magnificently we will flow...
into the mystic..." (Van Morrison)
I live in a dark stretch of land part ocean, part lava
sheer as light but opaque where the eyes meet
I am a pool of hard matter, still I appear translucent,
when you look at me with those big brown eyes.
Do you fancy me? Color me beautiful and find out;
I am full of helium, neon, ad hydrogen, perfumed
by methane, ammonia and carbon dioxide, ...
Do you like my silicon round, my phosphorus shine ?
I wore a sodium spritz for you, feel my magnesium
am I female/ male ? Color me beautiful and find out;
I boast about my crust and my mantle is hard core
stepping up to the plate I enhance the telescopes,
with my sippy blue and splash of silver, I am me.
Take your time before you X me in the box,
I am moon cisgender to my nature, do you like ?
I am moon, all moon, equivocally endangered
when you select a sex for me, so won't you please,
color me beautiful, no matter what hues you see.
August 3, 2021
The hard core streets of the city, that was, that use to be.
The fallen, separation from the madness that corrupted the
world and the souls of them, of the souls of them all, society pain and scars.
They raise their fist, the thick puddles of blood that mad them
sick, the criminal life that was, that use to be, has vanished from
the life of thee. Uncover the life of good that grows to be, separate me
from what's evil, give me the life that should be.
Respectfully I'm here, but the world doesn't accept the change they see.
They are use to the corrupted things that corrupt their streets. This ugly
thing that's inside me, I should not envy over a evil thing. In their mist
I have spread my wings, the city lights that glows surrounded me, the
smile of the people saw a better thing; a hope of change.
The flower has blossom, it has finally seen it's days.
Humanity Hell bound
'Humanity!' O, 'Yes humanity!'
You warned me about your insanity
somewhat louder than the Christianity
you warned me about the inhumanity
My wrong choices
My determined hard core voices
That evil hopelessness – our evil that’s in our hearts
I have dreamed of the people
and the ignorance never populating
Genocides,
Killing off souls trying to hide
I crave the barbarous, barbaric bigotry
through which came lacking, lacking, lacking
Biting, hitting, kicking, licking
Me?
Deep into that darkness massing
Is it HELL?
Will all humanity dwell?
And the patients never imparting
Those desires of the hearts lost in…
ill humanitarian hither hospitalizing
Back into my memories bisecting
Dissecting spirits and dreams
Demons ridicule and laughing
much I marveled the magnanimous, what flocking
Death shall bring occupants
While I pondered, Malachite and mocking?
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
"Blushing is the color of virtue."
You're done.
You melt like a sigh
on the lips of angels.
You've drained
the paleness of injustice,
your own hands tangled up,
aw, the square stare of the truth,
impassable duel of the pupils.
Your hands are filled with the face of our tragedy,
witherering among the sidereal flowers,
a cursed sunset,
a lamp lit in the wee hours,
no truce is better than advancing to the edge of yourself,
throwing yourself into the fire of the stars,
crossing the hard core time;
with flimsy memories
descending into a blessed hell.
You want to die with the lamp lit,
not talk about anything that gives you away
when you smoke compulsively,
tramontane and bold,
you know how pliable is the scroll of fear.
You are bad, Diogenes,
with your airs of moldy poet,
twitching the neurons of those who feel
that Truth is even more pliable,
Come here, my ox, my friend.
My pants are down to my ankles, I'm sitting in my chair.
My computer displays hard core pornographic software.
I am dead now, and this is how I was found.
If I were alive I couldn't show my face about town.
Bring a character to life.
I bring a character to life
Like video games hard core and might
Her eyes is white a glowing
Like mutant with all her glory
In dark leather from head to toe
Her armer grow every second she glow
Defeating enemies from every angle
Her powers grow like mother nature with every flow
Call in the elements of air,earth, fire, water.
They all obey for she a earth sign which they know
Resurrect all the ancient warriors and on the go
Her anger grew even from her chant it show.
I bring the character to life. And make it grow
Like a video game that we all know.
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