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#Oath_of_a_breadwinner
See these bruises on my knees, feel the pain on my back, my salty skin from both sweat and blood, soaking my skin pale. This dilapidating strength in my bones, my body tattooed with scabs and scars from thriving daily to serve those I call my own. The clots in my veins from steel hammering, these scratched and rough fingers nails, my daily meal has carved.
Took an oath, to shed my last breath on the streets, fighting for crumbs, less I bring nothing back to the table, until my body shed it's last, for I have mouths waiting to be fed at home. In my bed every night a lay restless, planing and hoping for my next tap. , to atleast come back not empty handed to my house, for the pain and groaning sounds of those I hustle for, makes me to never wanna sleep ever, to wake on the street no matter how small the pay, hence I'm forever in the streets, upon my oath
My tattered clothes, shriveled shoe soles, my oath is to put food on the table, not to look clean, what's cleanless to a man with mouths to feed, when life chose it's fate for him? Someone said "sleep is for the rich" but I live to thrive, I mean I thrive to live, my oath binds me to
I'm a breadwinner, In this current world, which bread is to be won, when doors are shut daily to my face, what bread is there to win, when I'm asked of work experience and qualifications, which life never gave glimpse to breath and acquire, when at every chance it had of me, was making sure I thrive, I fight for survival not to better myself nor equip me for such? What bread is there to win, when all has taught me was slave to survive, odd jobs, bad treatment from employees, having no luxury of taking lunchbox to work, for nothing in this life was brought to me on silver platter, let alone a silver spoon in my mouth, took an oath to be a breadwinner
My oath has no assurance, no 13th checks, no guarantees that if I sleep, I might wake up the next day and everything will be alright, I limp every day with the little hope, in the dark, that at least only if I get something to lay on the table for the day. I'm not sure if this body due to exhaustion and fatigue, I won't go to the street and fall on the roadside and no one might notice me, nor maybe go to bed and never wake up again, my oath remains, to be a breadwinner.
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Hydroplaning in a Squall
East Horizon Looming Black,
Boiling Roiling All A'Full,
Threatens to Upset & Impact,
Boring Calm Hours Dull,
Most Seek Safe Compact,
But We Launch Our Hull,
Reefing Boom Sail Fabric,
Up & Away to the Full!
Fire Red One-Design Mobjack,
Broad Reaching Downwind,
Scaling Cascading Wave's Stack,
Shaking Bottom Vibration Akin,
To Snare Staccato Click Clack,
Spine Shivers Through Skin,
Like Galloping on the Back,
Riding a Race Stallion Arabian!
White Angry Frothing Waves,
Don't Capsize, As the Boat's Above,
Humming, the Mobjack Craves,
To Soar as Might a Seagull Love,
Screaming Planing Embraves,
Sailing in Full When Like a Glove,
Squalls Challenge Bold Knaves,
To Fit Finger like Masts to a Trove,
Of Freedom for All Daring Slaves!
I want to sleep good
If happiness is base on money,
Be sure that ,
you can never be happy in life,
If love is base on material needs
I assure you,
that till eternity you will be stress,
If debt is real,
That make bills a phenomenon,
when one
Is not selfish,
He can obtain peace,
From a connection that he gaves,
By careing,
I want to sleep good,
I don't want to be the richest,
I don't want to be selfish,
I don't want to be in debt,
Of material needs,
I don't want to lose,
My peace of mind,
I don't want to be runing,
after shadows when the sun is down,
I want to sleep good
Like a necessity,
Like money,
Like a struggle,
Like the people,
Until when will the rich be satisfied?
When will the holes of greed be stitch?
Oh I just can't trade,
my beautiful
Sleep with worries,
When at last,
I will finally give up the ghost,
Just can't trade on vanity,
Instead of a good sleep,
That strenghtens me,
When am awake,
I want to sleep good,
How can one work all time,
without no good sleep?
How could you,
replace worries to sleep?
I want to sleep good,
I wonder,
How a greedy man sleeps?
Guess his ego,
Echo's around him
At night,
Like a ghost,
With his heart,
always on his needs,
His eyes open,
Like a watch man,
Constantly planing for more,
I want to sleep good.
Sleep is a good medicine,
Sleep is healthy,
Work and no sleep,
Is equal to slow death,
Like a necessity
I want to sleep good.
War
In a kingdom full of combatants I heard a naval, military struggling
Combat
I am non violent And I am recovering
Death shall bring troops
'War!' said I, 'thing of jihad.'
Do they believe in God
Quite odd
And those eyes have all the warmongering
Wars
Great war - great war - great war!
Only this and a nuclear winter
Snowing atomic gluserian
That antiwar, antiwar campaign
War
I remember I was feuding
And the clans never advocating
I crave the antagonistic, calorific awareness
awareness calorific, the antagonistic I crave
War
Eagerly I looked for the disaster
War
It was castor, alabaster, vaster!
Not
I crave the warlike, war-torn warship
My conflict, I could not awaken hatred bliss
Do not enlist
Still is planing, still is planing
In there stepped a medievalist 'red army faction'
God makes love, man makes
War
8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Obsessive, cumpulsive disorder,
OCD,
Intrusive thoughts,
OCD,
Overthinking
OCD,
However you want to say it,
It all means the same thing,
It means sleepless nights,
Pages and pages of writing,
long walks, with no music playing,
Because the voice in your head keeps you entertained,
It’s overthinking until there’s nothing more to think about,
But you’ll never get to that point,
Because there’s always something,
It’s getting stressed out about the little things,
Because everything matters to you,
It’s replaying convos in your head months after they’ve happened,
But you keep doing it,
Because somewhere between then and now somethings changed,
You just don’t know what,
You wish you did,
But you dont,
It’s planing conversations prior to doing them,
But them never actually happening,
Because that’s what OCD is,
It’s thinking of every possible scenario,
But forgetting the possibility of never running into them,
Never needing to talk about it,
Never being asked the question you thought would come up,
Its a hard thing to live with,
But there’s no escape,
There is no way to stop thinking,
The more you try the worse it gets,
But saying it’ll never get better is false,
Because it does get better,
Eventually you’ll learn how to manage,
But manage doesn’t mean solve,
Manage doesn’t mean fix,
Manage doesn’t make the pain go away,
Manage means it’ll become liveable,
Tolerable,
Bearable,
But the pain never fully stops,
The headache never fully goes away,
But the voice in your head will learn to whisper,
As you find your peace,
But it will never stop talking,
And that’s the way it should be,
Because that voice is you,
It makes you who you are,
Without it,
You wouldn’t quite be the same.
As much as you want it to leave you alone,
And you’ll spend nights banging your head,
Trying to silence it,
It won’t leave,
It’s apart of you,
And making it leave is cruel,
Because you couldn’t live without it.
So although it sucks most of the time,
And it can often ruin your mood,
It also makes you care so much,
It makes you never forget the good times,
It makes you nervous and excited for what the future holds,
So if I had the option to live without my OCD,
I’d say no,
Because it’s me,
And I am it,
And I am so grateful for that
With every step I take every word
that comes outta my mouth that speaks life
I vision it in my dreams death
is around the corner waiting for my
downfall to see me in that body bag
and the coroner's driving off
he hates that in the midst of all
the drama that's poppin' off
how I stay so cool knowing he's
coming for me but I know the rules
no engagement...so even before that time
comes when my face hits the pavement from
that...hallow tip or that dagger ripping
threw my flesh ligaments & eternal arteries
getting torn his time is almost up
like a surgeon he's been generally warned
but...he's trying to figure out how am I
so cool in that battle field how did
I make it threw the storm, I see it
in his eyes he's growing impatient
so now it's come to this...rounding up
his minions saying we have no choice
he left us wit no other option
we have only one way to stop him
I can see it...feel it in the air
he can't beat em and he got too much
pride to join the covenant so his next
and final choice is to assassinate your brethen
the agony starts to build
when no weapon formed against me could prosper
no mag, 9 milli, shotty, or choppa
I seen the hatred in his eyes
plotting on my demise so what he did he do...
took the subtle route they say
know thine enemy and he knows what I'm bout
so how do you think he's gonna feel
when he sees me in the kingdom celebrating
you think it'll stop there..naw I doubt it
he'll still be planing my assassination
Something is always going to be wrong
Nothing is ever going to be right
I gave up trying
There is no perfection
Always something
Either You plan or I plan
I don't know
But it's always something
Either You or me
I don't know which
It's probably me
If everything is ever going to be right
I think I will shave my head
No chance of that
Things are going to go the way they go
I can't predict
I can't hope it turns out the way I want it
It usually isn't
So what's the point of planing?
What do you get for it?
Nothing
Everything is going to the pound
Haywire
Whatever
It's my take for the day
Take it or leave it
Bushay
I stared at the chess board in disbelief,
against wife I was winning my first game,
with rook I knocked over her hungry queen,
and my clever pawns had cornered her king!!
I felt the power surge within my soul,
and with my knight it was check mate and done!!
She smiled bright, gave me a kiss and a hug,
and fixed me special dinner for the night!
A long night of great passion love ensued,
again it was me with check mate and done!
have stars turned their astronomical spin?
To give me such power, such easy win?
but light was soon shed on truth of the case,
it’s her cousin’s wedding in her birthplace!
was planing to go, wanted gold necklace.....
that short surge of power and first chess win!
taught me a lesson never to win again!
‘Games Mental or Physical’ contest
2nd placement
Written 5/oct/2020
sponsor William Kekaula
It's so funny to hear them all laugh aloud as if it never mattered,
One day they wont feel so Joyful because their lives have been shattered.
Not taking their time to understand or make any plans for the days to come,
Soon they will find out how bad things really are when they are on the run.
How I have tried to show them these things they do will only cloud thier way,
For them to settle down and start planing for those times that will come one day.
Why it is so difficult for them to see what I am saying was meant to be,
To do nothing to correct their paths rough roads is all they will see.
There will come a day when they wish they had paid attention,
I was telling them we must beware but they would not listen.
It will be as the end of days for those who did not pray,
Never Thanking the Lord for the blessings each and every day.
Remember those words Please Father Forgive them ,
For they do not know what they do ,I say , Amen..
Tac
I'm the owner of a large plantation
From generations has been passed down
On my property, close to a hundred slaves
Need I mention it's in the South
My slaves all know their place
Though I know they all love me
Cause I don't beat them when I want
I just beat them when I need, tied to the Whipping Tree
Lately I've heard the slaves a whispering
There's definitely something going on
I'm pretty sure I know what it is
My birthday's soon to come
They must be planing for me a party
I'll act surprised when that day comes
They fall all over themselves to please me
Not just because I'm the one that holds the gun
So here it is my birthday
I awake looking for my help
They are nowhere to be seen
Who's going to run my bath for me, I can't do this for myself
Then it is that I remember
About my big birthday surprise
I run expectantly out to the front yard
But find nobody in sight
So I head down to their one room shack
Where they all sleep on the cold dirt floor
Readying myself for my birthday surprise
I swing wide the wooden front door
I see no cake, they sing me no song
The surprise they have for me
Is the noose they throw around my screaming neck
As they hang me from the whipping tree