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Ella Hyde
1857- 1898
That cad with the freckle on his forehead,
That rascal man beast,
Handsome as a Greek
But devastatingly insecure,
And so deliciously young!
He was the one who stole my pride,
There, behind the Hadley tombstone in the moonlight,
And who,
Breathlessly and with trembling hands,
Unlatched the ruby red necklace
From around my naked neck that night.
It was he.
That cad who swooped down upon my innocence,
Like a maniacal Zeus
In one of his crazy costumes of concupiscence,
And carried me off to nights of brazen episodes,
Splendid spectacles in light and magic,
Of him and me embracing wildly, madly,
In dreamy dances with caresses and kisses.
Only the truly passionate
Could understand these mad scenes in the dark!
I met RS on many a night
In the long concealing shadows of Central Park.
He was my man, but he didn’t know it.
I lived my life here in this dusty town the best I could.
I believe I left my mark in some small but universal way.
At least I knew when to say no to Roscoe Settle.
Now I’d like to go back to my grave and sleep.
I am tired of this rant about The Man Beast.
At 41 I entered here after my bout with diphtheria.
The trees here are my shadowy friends now.
But I sometimes secretly wish I could meet RS.
Just as it was in 1897,
He and I kissing in the garden Gazebo at Central Park,
His hand on the small of my back.
Me trembling with monstrous want,
My ultimate Prince.
Who lied to me like a rat!
My feet swelled up the size of cars.
After a visit from a cat named Mars.
He swiftly returned home above the stars,
Leaving my feet stranded in two pickle jars
I heard his voice doing hardy-har-hars
“Help me please!” I screamed to my neighbor Lars
He was wearing headphones, and was polishing cars.
I sang “Old Dan Tucker”, just a few bars.
Two TV reporters stopped their cars.
They filmed my feet, in those Mason jars
I told them about the cat named Mars
Who is still tee heeing those “hardy-har-hars.”
The neighbors began pointing me out at bars.
My friends shunned me in nears and fars.
That cat came home, from his trip to Mars.
And I settled down with my man named Lars.
I have a story to tell
It knocks from deep inside;
Is well made up,
Spiced with all pretence
And built with all the lies.
I want to tell people,
How I have moved on with life
After the betrayal that-
Shook my once bold heart;
And took all that I had.
I want to motivate them,
That life goes on pretty well-
Even when those we treasured,
Choose to let go of our backs.
There is this story,
Of how I get him in nightmares,
How I forgot about him,
And how really happy I am now;
But I owe my heart,
A confession to let out;
That while he left me,
I loved him the more;
For the courage he had-
The guts to break my heart.
I dream of him every night.
I'm a light sleeper today,
Because I think about him most of the nights;
And often sleep in bits,
Memorizing how he was kneeling before me,
Saying he was sorry for leaving me,
Taking my hand and asking me to walk with him,
All the way throughout his remaining life;
Which all was in my dream at that time.
I want to tell them the truth,
That it hurts me acting like all is well,
When the fact stands firm,
That I miss my former man,
Who I chose never to call my ex
Because he never was my man;
But someone else's.
My dreams have been cancelled
My love was never answered
All those letters that I wrote him
I wonder what's the matter with me
I just know he's got my letters
Because I've written him two weeks ago
Hear me Lord
Blessed Father my out crying out loud
Hear me I'm begging
For to tell me what's wrong with him
He who supposed to love me
He who supposed to care
He who supposed to be there
Waiting for the line my dreams have been canceled
My love has not yet been answered
All my tears
All my fears
Not run away with me
I wonder as I wonder
If it's another girl and if so,
is she the pretty girl
Cuz my man doesn't like any filthy girls
Hear me Lord oh
Heavenly Father
Hear me Lord, hear me out loud hear me out
Dragged all my hurts that I've been feeling inside my head
He who supposed to love
He who supposed to care
He who I'm supposed to be there
Waiting for my love
My dreams have been cancelled I
My love has cease never answered all those letters
That I broke him I've just been written off ignore
By he whom SUPPOSE to love me
3/17/70
Written word by James Edward Lee 1970, 2020
I woke up this morning and promised to be good,
So I took a walk around my neighborhood,
I happen to meet a white whisky with a great chude,
But how we got into an argument cannot be understood.
I can remember sipping him from a distance..
yes, an old friend I would always need assistance..
We were both happy reminiscing our alliance..
Until he hits me on the floor when I had no balance..
I kept pleading in an uncommon language to my ally...
But he kept drawing me over bumps and made me see the world as a doodle..
Though I felt so good for the first time, cus I've never seen a black muddy rain dropped from the sky...
little did I know my legs where up to the heavens and my head pinned to a poodle..
I heard voices and laughter that I began to giggle as well...
with no knowledge of what will make voices laugh so loud as a bell..
But I know whisky is my man...
and with him I'll always be a dirty man..
College? Who needs it? Shut the front door!
I’m head’n out west to be a movie star in a bit.
Keep look’n at fan magazines; I’ll be on the cover.
I’m gonna’ be famous, I guarantee it!
A relationship of two years and sixteen dates means nothing?
I thought we had roots; I thought he was mine.
Crying into my pillow, I think he’ll surely come to his senses!
I thought we had this going; everything was so fine.
It’s a nightmare I think, he will soon come around.
On a Saturday his mother tells me he has taken his guitar.
His thinking is crazy, he is Hollywood bound.
He’s on a bus for L.A., to follow his dream and a star.
A guitar! He cannot read music; he is not musical at all.
Thought he wanted to be a TV star, I say stupidly.
I am shocked, horrified, I nearly collapse over and fall.
His mother shrugs her eyes, wanting to get rid of me.
I go back home and crawl into my tiny lonely single bed.
He’ll be back in seconds, I think. He has only three hundred bucks.
Out in the big city, he’ll trust the wrong person, maybe wind up dead.
He calls me collect. His phone is off; speech punctuated with s.
I beg him to come home, say let’s get married, do things right.
Married! He scoffs. I just had you around for kicks and for laughs.
My speech is slobbery, I am crying, not understanding his plight.
He has moved in with wild crazy Jasmine, who collects toy giraffes.
I think to myself, this is not my sweet, tender loving guy at all.
Part of me refuses to give up on our dream of what I want him to be.
He has truly fallen off the pedestal, and it’s fallen off the wall.
I hold on to him for years, the handsome prince who always rescues me.
He calls me often at first, giving me hope each and every time, for sure.
I need my man, the prince, the one I thought would carry me away.
Try to act coy, but my emotions kick in and I beg him for a cure.
It has been thirty-six years now, I guess Hollywood he will stay.
Is it time to tear down his photographs? Time to throw away his shoes?
I am wailing and sobbing now at all the time I have spent on him.
What if I burned his plaid shirt and he came back tomorrow, then what?
I crawl into my bed, wishing hard at the edge of my hopefulness rim.
when I reached my twenties, there came great changes in my life
I met the man who ultimately, asked me to become his wife
I'd had two or three encounters when I played the dating game
but I finally found the special man, who set my heart aflame.
my time before I met him, I was a carefree single girl
who was out with friends each weekend, in a hectic social whirl
we'd eye up the local talent, in clubs and bars each week
we met the wild the weird and wonderful, the handsome and the geek.
my man and I were happy, and we soon became a pair
we'd be together at the weekends, ours was a gorgeous love affair
came the day we both decided, we'd love to find a place
where we could share our lives together, and create our own space.
about a year before we married, I got some really awful news
there'd been an accident with father, who was injured, battered and bruised
yet he did survive his injuries, and he made a full recovery
but six months down the line, they made a terrible discovery.
he'd got a fatal illness, and for which there's no known cure
this news came as a tragedy, for all the family to endure
when our wedding day arrived, my dad was too ill to attend
we'll come and see you straight away dad, once the ceremony ends.
I breathe in the water in a luxurious way,
It increases my love for this fine new day
Am I willing to listen? Learn right in.
Flexible, I’ll compromise. Let us begin.
Possibilities flow through our relationship.
Invincibility and willingness to dip.
You start and I will jump in when I can.
I am your woman; you’ll always be my man.
You make me smile like no one ever could.
Encourages me to remember world’s good.
Can you feel the sun? Is there warmth on thy face?
I will listen with my heart, my truth and my grace.
But remember one thing. You cannot hurt me.
I am master of me now, pliable willow tree.
Think I need a man in my life-
a dear writer-friend suggested.
So please dismiss and remiss,
prior I've requested.
Thinking, a man in my life,
could really make things right.
he my man could be my fan...
and fan me all the night.
Cleopatra I could be,
he could be my slave...
YES I think I need a man in my life,
excelled in a good wave!
Think I need a man in my life,
makes me very hot.
"Think I need a husband"-
I simply have forgot.
Think I need a man in my life,
that sounds like so much fun.
Winter time he'll be all mine,
a heater like the sun.
Think I need a man in my life,
to bring me lots of flowers...
Chocolates too; must bring a few,
hand feed me for hours.
Would be nice to have a man in my life,
oh how it sounds so sweet.
I could yell- what's that smell and
he could kiss my feet !
"Tit for that is a fair game",they say;
A tooth for another,an eye for another;
One grave to a grave; blood washes away blood!
Darkness inspires night; tears dried with tears!
It is a slap for a blow; no harm is left undealt with;
No, it's not like a Bible with slap the right,I give the left,
The misperception of "fair"
Push me into the pond,I drag you to hell;
Spill my secret, I take your nudes viral;
Snatch my man,your uterus,I evacuate;
Ruin my beauty,your life, I'll claim;
There is no fairness,no justice,
It is pain for pain, nothing else,but pain for pain;
That's tit for tat,what they say is fair.
Where would I be? Where would you be?
With all this going on around,
Hit me,I explode you;
You insult them, and they set your mansion ablaze;
This,reminds me of 8year old Jacob,
Jacob accidentally killed Malcom,
And that was the end of his life,
Jacob was sent to the farthest, thickest jungle,
The excuse being; animals lived in the wild!
Jacob was an animal.
Two sons,one mother; and the mother lost both just like that;
Tit for tat is a fair game; point at the fairness in the game!
Sin doesn't save us from sin,purity does;
Breaking my heart,me crashing more innocent hearts,
Hurting me and I, going after you, to tear you apart;
The origin of endless agony!
We learn from our masters, Christ is one,
Came down to earth,to us,in holiness,
To wash away our evil with his blood;
He could have come to avenge instead;- may be that would be the fair deal!
A deal,in which redemption would be unheard-of,
A game in which,we,all would be doomed to die.
I leave,but I say this to you;
Remain loyal to those you love, much as it seems as vanity!
They will betray and hurt you; forgive them; even when wounds still hurt,
Forgiveness is one way to healing and moving on better.
Spread love,by living with love,dying in love;
Vengeance sweeps the remains out of your sight,
Vengeance leads to war, unending!
All this,the world has labelled "fair",
Study God's word,seek to learn what he wants from a sinner,
To men,what tastes good; to God,is bitter;
Live, therefore,as God has led you;
Tit for tat is no fair game, but a fast path to ruins!