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I hear him through the speakers.
He wanders in my mind.
What have I done?
I have one broken chance left.
God, help me
Because I can’t see myself anymore.
A subtle whisper,
But not a zephyr.
Crackle, crackle.
“She is watching you.”
“You know she is using you.”
“Strike back.”
He decodes my reality.
The channels crack with vibrant energy.
“Nobody can hear us.”
What do you want from me?
“Just listen.”
God, help me.
He’s figured me out.
Be quiet. He’ll hear you. Don’t shout.
“He’s tuned you out, you see.”
God’ll hear me.
“But I’m here, so don’t worry.”
“Besides, I’m just burning with glee.”
But I signed a contract or two.
You did too, didn’t you?
That’s not the only thing you’re burning.
“What can I say?”
“Just get your hands a little dirty.”
“It’ll be oh so fun!”
Gentle words from a tongue have a honeyed flavor
Utterances... "from the mouth of the wise bring favor
But the lips of the stupid one will be his ruin."*
Even if he foolishly doesn't know what he's doin.'
To my ears, a soft voice is as pleasant as trilling birds.
Wrapping around my senses in the manner a belt girds.
It offers me peace and calm, a life of tranquility
filled with happiness and balanced with harmony.
For everything there is a season~ a time to tear down
a time to build up others, so no one wears a frown.
a time to be quiet, a time to speak, and a time for peace
Putting an end to life's struggles brings sweet release.
* Ecclesiastes 10:12 ** parts of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
What Is Happiness
Happiness is
staying away from addictions
that put you into debt
Happiness is
education that opens doors
you haven’t walked through yet.
A movie star earns more than a doctor,
a doctor earns more than a cleaner,
a cleaner more than the unemployed
every step of success built on learning.
Spend less, need less.
Money in the bank
softens the rainy days.
Be nice.
Nice people
make a better world.
Learn to be quiet in class;
smart kids learn,
education builds success.
Even a movie star
learned to act,
every musician
learned to make music.
Be firm
be a parent,
not a puppet
but also learn to play.
Kids learn best
from adults they like.
Happiness lives where the quiet minds grow,
where you walk past the traps
that would swallow you whole.
Where the bottle stays shut
and the debts stay small,
and you stand on your feet,
not waiting to fall.
It lives in the classrooms
where focus begins,
where the loud learn to listen
and the shy learn to win.
For every great actor
learned line after line,
and every musician
kept time after time.
It lives in the choices
to spend a bit less,
to need a bit little,
to clean up the mess.
A cushion of savings
for life’s rainy days
a soft place to land
when the storm has its say.
It lives in the kindness
we offer each day,
in the tone that we set,
in the words that we say.
Nice people build worlds
that are safer to stand,
and children grow strong
when the adults are standing.
It lives in the parents
who guide with a spine,
not puppets who fold
at the very first sign.
Yet laughter still matters
go play in the sun;
kids learn from the grown-ups
who know how to have fun.
Happiness isn’t a mystery’s art
it’s habits and choices
that strengthen the heart.
A life built with wisdom,
with courage and care,
and joy in the simple things
always right there.
HEY GIRL MY DARLING GONNA NEVER LET YOU GO--
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
It was one day
After school
Those other boys think that they’re so cool;
But who am I but just a fool;
For loving, loving. Loving you-
Ooh! Girl, I fell in love wit you
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
Saw you at the school side corner
I asked you for your phone number
You said NO I said why
You said if you wanna see me
My daddy says you gotta come to my house
Ask for my dad and my mom sit on the couch, be quiet as a mouse
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
The next day I walked you home
We held hands as we came up onto your porch
I heard a man with a thundery voice and He said…
Hey! Boy, hey boy if you’re interested in my daughter
My girl, hands-off, don’t touch
She’s Gods first then ours
What you know bout love in ya tiny heart (beats)
Probably got nothing there but lust
Then I said no sir
I’ll be honourable
I’ll come in sit on the couch
I’m a decent boy and when I become a man
I’m gonna have your daughter as my wife
Sir, yes Sir
Sir yes Sir
Hey girl, hey girl
My darling
My darling
Hey girl, I love you so
My darling I’ll never let you go, (let you go)
10/1/70
Written word by THE CORINTHIAN™
& James Edward Lee 1970, 2019©
(THE CORINTHIAN™ is a group of two or more writers(which also includes me) that came/comes together when they don’t want to use their real names Pseudonym, and or Pen name- Formed in 1970 Started with some friends and some creative writing classmates and some Relatives
Formed to write R & B, Bubble Gum Soul, Blues later adding Christian Lyrics)
I got inspirered this morning, by one
of our more prolific poetic members. In his
poem, he described self-mutilation, in which
I personal remain unmoved, that was until
He attacked the wrong thing.
What I like to call
My BEST Friend
You know I'm out here all alone
Not another soul, can be found
All day long their cackling,
is sadly the only sound
So, if you've come here just to talk
I can't hear a word you say
But judging by the truck you drive
You've come to take my chicks away
So take each one, or by the dozen
By the crate, barrel or box
Do what you will, with all my hens
But please, don't you touch my cock
It's bad enough, being stuck out here
With no one in which to talk
But sure as shootin' my pipe be tootin'
No one better grab my cock
I see you've loaded all those chickens
It'll sure be quiet, without their squawk
Don't worry about me I'll be hap-pi-ly
Just Sitting quiet, holding my cock
Come dive down into my fishy world
come swim under the sea with me
deep down from the sun, to the bottom rung
we’ll have fun if you come, you'll see.
Even though I'm a slow, lowly catfish
just a vacuum cleaner with gils
I love wriggling my scraggly whiskers about
as I sift through the sand for my meals.
While I scrape along the ocean floor
I make plenty of watery clouds
they help me to hide as I dart about
so I try to be quiet, not loud.
They say I'm pretty tasty to eat
I don't want to get caught on a hook
that would really ruin my fishy day
got my cat eyes on, better look!
I've already lost Louie to Cajun Bob
who fried him up for dinner last week
luckily I don't purr like a loud, land cat
promise not to squeal, you're too sweet!
Written on 5/10/2018
Oh my
You seem to be very quiet now
Funny you see
Was I you said to be quiet
Oh Daddy
Where is your smile?
Finally I can admire you
Lying there carved in red
Oh daddy
You always dressed me up so pretty
In church I was the belle of the Mississippi
Buried now, you underestimated this little missy
Oh Lordy
Have mercy on my little soul
The devil inside me had a go
He though shall never ever ever touch anyone so
Oh mammy
You closed your eyes
You blocked your ears
Never to see your little daughters tears
Oh No
They want to send me to a crazy place
I am normal, tiss the adults a disgrace
Let them try and place me in that closed little space
Oh no
I sit and stare
I will get you all
Of that you need not dare
Don’t close your eyes
With my knife I could be here or there
Eloy
You say the right words,
and I, even "we" hear them.
I take them from the air and I eat them.
I digest them and pretend I am...
no longer hungry.
I can not be starving as that is against the law.
No child will be left behind.
They chanted it from the towers,
down... to the low places,
to the small spaces,
where we went to school.
But did they mean it?
Did they care?
Everywhere?
Don't stare!
We trusted those that were in charge,
and lived to see the TV set...
take over our families,
one by one,
and then...
change our points of view.
We watched our lives as they should be,
dished out to us in big-screen amounts.
Heroes and fictional happenings,
that gave a steady voice to the darkness,
all around.
In plain sight, right before us...
things are unsettled,
even people,
like puppets on strings.
Costumes,
judged upon,
as if they are not trolls for the other side,
but advocates for oneness.
The total plan... a lie.
.
Now here I say to you,
there are things that are real.
Be still...
Be quiet...
Watch for the bright...
bright, Light,
and the return of the King!
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
Reaching out for the stars,
hoping to catch a wish.
My mind is somewhere on Mars,
My thoughts just wont quit.
But I don't want it to be quiet.
I want it to be full of life.
I don't want it to be demanding,
I don't care if I'm wrong or right.
I want to daydream all day.
I want to sit and play,
with the spirits that haunt my domain.
I know I sound insane,
But I like it here.
In the dark, hiding my heart.
Focusing on the people I hold dear.
So just leave me chained,
don't try to rescue me.
Somethings wrong with my brain,
And I don't want you to be,
disappointed in me.
That I can't break free.
There is no moon tonight
Yet romance dances in the quiet air
There is no sunlight...in which we can bask
But there is our incredible light
Shining in me for you
As if it were the first kiss
The first embrace
My God
You are upon me in an embrace
Your fore head touches mine and I know your love is true
Honest pure absolute
I know our love never ever lied
It was quiet when it needed to be quiet
But our love was like a flood
A cascading torrent
A magnificent fire
It engulfed me
Refused me
Owned me
But it also fed me...
Nurtured me...grew me like a flower or an herb
From seed
In this garden
Please take your time
All the time you need
I will wait quietly like a seed for your water to come