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Mi Plead Di Blood (In Jamaican Creole)
Satan! Guwey! Mi plead di blood pon yu aready
A wey yu tink? Yu ano Freddy?
Mi no fraid a yu. My God sey, Him step pon yu head
So, wha yu tink? Yu dead! Yu dead! Yu dead!
Aready!
God sen Him Son, pon Calvary Him shed Him blood
An wid His word mi feet mi shod
Mi in a state of contentment
Becaas mi obey every commandment
Get laas Satan! Guwey!
MI, PLEAD, DI BLOOD!
PON YU!
I Plead The Blood (In Queen’s English)
Satan! Go away! I plead the blood on you already
What do you think? You are not Freddy?
I am not afraid of you. My God says, He stepped upon your head
So, What do you think? You’re dead! You’re dead! You’re dead!
Already
God sent His Son, on Calvary He shed His blood
And with His word my feet I’ve shod
I am in a state of contentment
Because I obey each commandment
Get lost Satan! Go away
I, PLEAD, THE BLOOD!
ON YOU!
Fraid of losing you
Til I realized you
Weren't mine in the
First place
Looking out for myself
Saw that crooked smile
On yo face
Whatez unbelivible to me
Is that you kinda like seeing
Me suffering
Suffer ye yourself
Think I had e'nuff and
I say
Leave me alone
Take your thing
Get the hell on
I don't know
You know more
Who you tryna make
Straight
Want this people to
See things your way
But you horrible to me
No matter what your
Freindez say
Straight from my heart
We greatest when
They ain't on your side
Say what you want
Mean and evil as you is
You just want people to
Take yourside
Tell ya sum thang
Leave me alone
Grab your things
Get the hell on
Playing opera
When I am blue
Problem with me is you
Tune it up the right way
Then do your thing
I still want you ah round
But not is you acting
Silly like ah clown
Tell you what it is
You need ah wife maybe
Sum kids
Gone do your thing
Ain't over til
The Phatty lady sings
Well! How ya doin' ? Come on in,
the door ain't got no lock,
and let me help you sit right down
before you die of shock.
Yes, home for me is this Big Leaf Maple,
bijou but it's alright,
not increased in value but
it's sure increased in height.
Carved myself a second floor and
when the sap had hardened
hung wallpaper in vintage flock
I got from 'Home and Garden'.
Mossy carpet- not ideal,
it's just the roof keeps leaking
and no point in having windows, with
the way this place keeps creaking.
I see you like my shoe collection;
Valentino, Choo, Louboutin,
'fraid I haven't bought them, they're
from cabins I've been looting.
Impractical for this terrain, the heels snap
at the back,
so outdoors I wear furry UGGS, they leave
much better tracks.
My make-up table's basic, yeah,
I'm really no trailblazer
got just a tub of Bison dung, a flea comb
and a razor.
Diet? I'm an Omnivore, I hope that you approve,
berries, shoots and Hazelnuts, and
anything that moves.
Card table leaning on the wall, I use
for Solitaire
which probably explains why you're sat on the only chair.
Don't socialize much, not at all,
it's due to all the hype
and guys with crossbows, guns and cameras
really aren't my type.
I've scanned lonely hearts classifieds
there's not one that I've missed
but if you read their profiles,well-
I'm not sure they exist.
Don't get me wrong, I've got some pals,
Ol' Nessie keeps in touch
but crossing the Atlantic's tough
she doesn't do it much.
Yeti is still thriving in the mountains of Tibet,
I saw him once on cable- no, I haven't met him yet.
We three through all controversy
and media storms we've weathered
content to dwell in hearts and minds
in legend, and forever.
So thanks for calling, loved our chat
and so I'll say goodnight,
and should somebody ask you, hey:
you haven't seen me. Right?
Strong as stone, monotone, tremendous woman;
Muscles of steel, well veneered bulk stature, ( You go girl)
Keeper of a strong will in a race runs faster
She’s a lot, don’t need a man;
Big as an amazon, she ain’t no louse;
She’s full grown, and as her story told ain’t fraid of no mouse
Nor scared of no living or dead man cuz ya see she’s a brick house
She standing on the cliff, faced in a haystack where the needles at
Her voice is in the cloud, conversations from the black-berry
She can lick any man in hand to hand combat, she ain’t no louse, she’s a brick house;
7/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Broken is the mechanical clock
Broken is the bloody heart
Broken is the memories of youth
Broken is the will
Broken as the world turns and spills
Broken is the passion!
Thoughts Fleeting to space
with nothing to film, to remember
Broken is the heart
watch the gears spill!
I tried to repair it with mechanical parts
feeling ill of will
I have destroyed eons of time wanting to kill
I have thrown away all the memories
watching them slide down
the windowsill...
I have undermined the heads of state
I have felt broken in my will
I have collected the passions
taken the little pill from a
fractured fragile little jar
Ruby hue n tone, a dream dreamt alone!
My dreams are barren
My feet feel fractured
My hands fraid
MY vision delayed
Feeling lost as my love
The killing of a lone dove
You have broken my soul
I see all my skeletal remains:
“will you repair it with mechanical parts,
will you set the clock, wind the crown, watch it pass
into the time, sublime, drifting through
my memories”?
Broken is the machine
Broken at the heart
Broken are my memories
Broken in my soul, cold
Broken as the world turns & burns
Broken are my passions!
Thoughts running out of space
with nothing to see, no memory
Broken is the everything
watch the wires turn
Can you repair what is damaged?
Can you fix me?
I think not…..
The Irish bank was ripe and ready
For a hood whose hand was steady
And had a gun, not 'fraid to use it
Bent on living life or lose it
Just out side the door he waited
Put his mask on, hesitated
Then rushed in through, the bank's front doors
While standing on the lobby floor
With gun held high he shot one round
"Now everybody-- best get down"
Laying face down on the floor
A dozen patrons maybe more
And a teller, young in age
Standing frozen in the cage
So the crook with lightening speed
Driven by his lust for greed
Tossed a bag and said to fill it
Got it filled, then turned to split
As he ran, a man quite daring
Grabbed the mask the crook was wearing
At once the man, seamed surprised
Looked the robber in the eyes
Then took a bullet in the head
Now on the marble floor lied dead
The thief now desperate, looked around
At all the patrons looking down
But saw the teller, see his face
Then walked to him in rapid pace
And put the gun up to his head
Another victim laid there dead
Now the thief to end it all
Shouted out inside that hall
"Has anyone else, seen my face ?"
Perhaps a glimpse might leave a trace
Then McGee said "I'm no sneak
But I think me wife , just took a peek"
ON A PASSING CLOUD THERE FLOATS A DREAM
Haunted by a long lost love tis the cold golden fall
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh crying in the night
On a passing cloud there floats a dream in deep flight
Silhouettes in moonlight lit laughing heeding demons call
The soft song of a summer breeze has been long gone
Crisp smells of preseason dew windows covered view
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh crying in the night
Brown, orange, yellow leaves withered crumbled hues
On a passing cloud there floats a dream in deep flight
Haunted by a long lost love tis the cold golden fall
ON A PASSING CLOUD THERE FLOATS A DREAM
Silhouettes in moonlight lit laughing heeding demons call
While I myself scream and hollar but I ain't fraid' of no ghost
Ducks quacking, fires burning, insects no longer crawl
Animals fleeing some eating their own kind their host
Haunted by a long lost love tis the cold golden early fall
Silhouettes in moonlight lit laughing heeding demons crawl
Blowing winds swaying breeze of unloosen autumn leaves
This is late the heat dissipates how can this autumn be
Crisp smells of preseason dew windows covered view
What's up y'all, swirling running spinning spirits fall
The gilded leaves of autumn sigh crying in the night
On a passing cloud there floats a dream in deep flight
08/30/18 ©2018
One In Five II Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Joseph May
Sure i hit hard, always shining like a star, i carry more pain than any man
I'm half metal, I'm prt metal too ever since I was knee high
Trust me i learned early, 11 mnths. i was walking and stomping by then
May i remind you I'm remaining silent, like Mirinda rights
... how she fixes things
And i tell you i still hit good with the pain
And i know your blonde hair and your blue eyes
And I know the clue coming from Spain
Like I was nuesas, like I couldnt even respond to that comment - man!
And she's a diamond sparkling in my eye's when i tell her this
If I was'nt half metal I'd be hooked on that thing, still hooked
LIke them juices what you gonna do?
And your breast they're well formed I knew GOD knew what He was doing
And your face, let's just say that, God gave you something to touch my mind with
I'm telling you it would be a pleasure just to be in a presence of a Beauty well
Like she was in the Palace, and The Princess, like she needed a KNight in Shining Armour
Like I was A-fraid, and THe ARMY be the Sword in my hand you bastard
And the dragon I be chasing after him, boy I ain't scared
Bits and pieces of my song Justice league
SINCE THE DATA BREACH EVERY TIME WE VISIT APPOINTMENTS OUR BLOOD PRESSURE IS RACING ARE WE GOING TO BE A VICTIM OF A SCAM OF IDENTITY FRAUD FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS SCANNING IDENTIFICATION CARDS TO BE SENT TO PERSONS OF POWER TO DUPLICATE HUMAN LIVES FOR GAIN WE WERE FACE TO FACE WITH AN ATTEMPTS OF FALSIFYING OF FALSIFYING OUR MEDICAL TREATMENT PLAN CRAZY YES BUT WHEN I LOOK AT THE POLICE CAPTIAN HIS ENTIRE FAMILY WORKING THE SAME SCAM IN A GOVERNMENT OFFICE OVER ONE HUNDRED MORE INVOLVED IN THIS HORRIBLE TERROR UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES I FEAR FOR MY HUSBAND AN I BECAUSE WE'VE HAD HOME INVASIONS FROM THIS VERY CRIMINAL GROUP IDENTITY FRAID ATTEMPTING TO IMPERSONATE MY VETERAN HUSBAND AND I SEVERE HOME INVASIONS COMPLETE TERROR THESE ARE DOMESTIC TERRORIST WORKING IN GOVERNMENT OFFICES FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS COMMITING FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES FRAUD UPON OUR FAMILY THEY BROKE IN OUR HOME FOR MEDICATIONS MEDICAL DOCUMENTS RIPPING MEDALS I LOCK EVERYTHING UP THEY POP THE LOCKS BECAUSE THEY ARE PROFESSIONAL BURGULARS IDENTITY THIEVES WITH GOVERMENT JOBS SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER THE POLICE CAPTIAN AND HIS FAMILY WAS ONLY ONE OUT OF HUNDREDS MAYBE EVEN MORE I'M AM AFRAID OF WHAT THEY WILL DO TO US WE ARE LITERALLY HELD HOSTAGE UNLESS ITS AN EMEGENCY DOCTORS OF GROCERIES PHARMACY HONDA'S PARK WAITING TO LEAVE OUR HOME ALLOWS US TO KNOW JUST HOW VULNERABLE WE ARE TO IDENTITY THEFT I PRAY FOR ANYONE ELSE WHO HAVE SUFFERED FROM ABUSE OF POWER AT IT'S HIGHIEST LEVEL OF TRUST THANKS BE TO GOD WE HAD A KIND ADMIRAL STAY SAFE AMERICA GOD BLESS AMERICA
I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the* snow covered hill
'Til the landslide brought me down Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmm
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes bolder children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too 2x
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you
But as time makes you bolder children get older
And I'm gettin' older too, I'm gettin' older, too
take my love and take it down you climb a mountain you turn around
if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill
the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, a landslide brought it down, let the landslide bring it down.
Note to readers, the lyrics are not my own, but property of Fleetwood Mac
as title suggests.