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Why am I under assault
When the problems not my fault
Getting screamed at isn't helping
Raising your voice and start "yelping"
At me in a high pitched tone
Go away, leave me alone
When your calm then we can talk
Till then turn away and walk
Out of here, give me some space
Before your punched in the face
By my "evil" side you woke
Because of the words spoke
The accusations are not real
Think about how you would feel
If I stood in front of you
Doing what you put me through
You'd be hurt and so upset
Heartache you'd never forget
So please don't over react
Before getting all the facts
Stop--don't listen to the lies
Then you just might realize
Other people like to spread
Rumors that fill up your head
Just because they want to be
Mean spreading pain and misery
You can leave this pain behind
If you listen with your heart, not mind
As I rounded the bend aka driveway to the school, a precarious-looking something caught my eye.
I thought it was a garbage bag, and could not imagine what it was doing where the crossing guard stays.
He is not here this early, so I turned, and gave it another quick look. It was not a garbage bag.
It was a man, wrapped in a blanket. Hm. This is a grade school entry point. What is he doing here?
At a quarter to seven in the morning? Rumors have circulated about homeless living in the woods.
Woods behind our school, woods that are extensive, and extend from our school to the next school.
That is where my mind immediately traveled. Okay, today is cooler, but not cold. What then?
What happens to this man when the temperatures plummet, and the ice and snow arrives?
Luckily we have a large metal crisscross fence that keeps the children from the woods, but
What about the man, what happens when he gets so cold he cannot stand it? Does he come closer?
Does he sit in the sun, next to our brick building? Does he think about how warm and cozy it is in here?
Does he sit under the trees, dreaming of when he was in school, warm, safe, away from the elements?
One tiny thing, and yet, it has me thinking. I ask another teacher if he is still there when she arrives.
He is gone, but to where? And does he have a coat? Mittens? Food? Is there a tent in the woods?
Do they have a campfire at night? Is there only a lone man, or is there a family? Are there children?
My imagination will not let this go. It is going haywire, and for what reason? Am I hopping the fence?
Am I jumping into the woods? Am I looking for the tent? Am I taking these people home with me?
I have done this kind of thing before, and from experience, I know it almost always ends rather badly.
Hello, Joe, there are people living in the woods. What do you want me to do about it?
Ain't it funny now.
That there had been
wars and rumors of
wars -how all the
sudden everyone's
you know is
pretending down with
praising The Lord
..so tell me what
the problem was way
back when -you were
living the life and
going out committing
sins .. Oh but now
since it has come
down to personal
survival -everybody
you know want to
reach for a bible ..
Aw now you were mr.
Or mrs. Bad a and
didn't care who you
hurt .. What
happened now all of
a sudden I can't
beat you into
church- I remember
you drinking the bar
dry and smoked
whatever they were
smoking- and if
someone even mention
Christ it was as if
they were joking
..so why are you
tripping now what's
the fuss --cause
when you were pop
locking and dropping
it you wasn't
thinking about Jesus
.: when you were
robbing and stealing
and doing thing your
way-you never
imaging it would
come to this day ..
You use to love the
attention you
received from others
sinners and was
careful what you
said to them-knowing
that Jesus was the
only to save and you
wouldn't even pray
to him .. Now if you
think your act is
fooling someone then
don't even bother
-for Jesus said
(deny me before the
least of these , and
I'll deny before the
father .....
I was the little girl you held in your arms
When the abolitionist greases your palm
You sat around the old wooden table
With a feather fountain ink pen
And you sign that document to transport me out of hell
I could not speak but my heart kept breathing aloud
And I kept looking at all the people around me
And I felt the burden that surrounds me.
I was only three when you sign the decree
It was just like yesterday when the rain fell
Very hard and flooded the street
and we crossed over the deep
And I remember how we bond together
But faith kept us together.
I was the little girl with the bushy hair
And a feisty countenance that everyone fears
There was no question that I could not answer
And there was no riddle that I could not solve.
You carry me everywhere you go
Because there was a given mandate
From the time of my birth
for me to wear frock
and shirt and travel the world
but you left me with a cantankerous family
That treated me very badly,
For all they wanted was money
you never came back and I sank into poverty
And as I grew up, I could feel the difference
I was part of a different show
My concept was bigger than everyone else
And my destination was larger than the heaven.
As I moved from one dimension to the next
I kept holding my breath, wondering what will be next
As the wicked witch of the west kept buzzing around
Spreading rumors and lies around to hold me down
but heaven covers me and the universe protects me.
I keep expanding in my space
And I take everything in good grace
And when I am alone, I create paradise on the field
And heavens raise my heel
I am the little girl that you held in your arms
That travel with you to Canada, America, Cuba and England
I have never met my mother or father
But you claim that I am your daughter
The people I grew up with were unkind
But I never kept them on my mind
I am different from them and we have
Nothing in common but I hope to meet my
Parents soon so that we can travel to the moon
The little girl that you carry in your arms
As since grown into a woman,
You will see how different it will be
When I meet my real family
The little girl you held in your arms
Has weather all the storms.
This article is about the underground lyricist and outlaw musician. For other uses, see Zoltan Goliath, Brent Scorn, Lydia Fox, C. Günter Marrow, Elzbieta Bienga (disambiguation).
Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
Imagine trying
to freeze
a ball of flames
to no avail
Rumors of
being on ice
fail to fit the bill
Still these
exaggerated tales
are spoken & cast
as if the dye won't tell
This well of fire inspires
many to hate nicely
yet & still its dam
won't break
They're driven by
a hunger they'll never
sate so their wicked
mouths forever salivate
Trying to extinguish
a fate housed
by the unseen is a
job for the blind
Their actions have
no rhyme or reason
other than what they've
imagined in mind
This is high treason
in the eyes of
the divine
Is it possible
they still do not
see?
The probability
of such leaves much
to be desired
Shamefully
these archaic
expressions
have sired many
Plenty of room
in the ash & rubble
for those still hell bent
on causing trouble
A penny for
your thoughts
on the double
if I may
Maybe I'm being
facetious but I find
these egregious bees
terribly funny
It's no secret those
honey traps & jars
have seen far
better days
Still silly rabbits play
pulling everything
out of the hat
except a brain
Profane tricks
only bring shame
to their
hollow names
What follows are
the tying of shoes
fit for the other foot
The answer to the rain
is simple & plain
It's evaporated
toward the moon
to accumulate & fall
for a boon
Now there's snow
instead of rain
since they wanted
the liquid flow to change
You're witnessing
altar food being
consumed
It always begins with a huge heart/
To be used over and over/
Stomped out like a forest fire/
That someone you trust and loved started it/
Screaming, running around/
Raging in your mind/
When they pick up your heart/
And tear it to pieces/
To bash against the wall/
Without a chance at life/
Behind the sight of your eyes/
All you see is cold, heartless humans/
Acting like a friend/
Only to turn around/
And spread rumors/
Laugh behind your back/
Like you're a circus freak/
Being abused in all ways/
Because you tried to have a heart/
Towards others and they only use you/
Slowly ripping the soul away/
Becoming a ruthless beast/
Learning to give no one a chance/
To use you as a mat/
Being a cold piece of work/
The so called... Soulless/
Channel Five calls mayoral candidate Goots a bully.
He is referred to as the AntiChrist on Channel Three
Someone on the air yells “liar, liar, pants on fire.”
This is the best news we find on our 2023 TV.
Channel 9 brings in an alert. with a gasp and a shout.
Stay away from your windows, a shooter is out.
The news anchor of NBC2 is lying on the sidewalk, laid out.
She has probably been shot, is there any doubt?
Hello worldly watchers, welcome to American TV
Where the lies are plenty, and carnage is brutally carefree
Facts don’t mean anything to our anchors any more.
You can purchase alternative facts at the store next door.
The hillbillies in the south only listen to their one station.
They don’t even bother with news when on vacation.
The haughtiest rich ones in the north don’t believe anything at all.
A shooter? No worries. There will be more in the fall.
Besides, it might be a rumor. We like to throw stuff up quick.
buying into rumors, lies, and gossip, we Americans lay it on thick.
Chet Huntley and David Brinkley would have a huge fit.
If they could hear what comes out of the normal TV anchor nitwit.
it's just before the rapture
The Sun is turnt bright yellow red to Black
Flowing is the blood of humanity
Running down the streets
Mothers against you daughters fathers against sons
Evil beckoning hatred dawns
Wars and rumors of wars
It's the final end of times
The last trump is called
Dark clouds rolling
Cemeteries quake
Spoilers alerts
Churches on fire
Men still telling lies
it's The end of all ends
Shh!
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It's it Superman ™ but look up, up in the skies
It's JESUS
2/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
GeorgeLuis: Deep demons breaking my heart
But I'm still smiling, trying to play the part
Time, time ticking in my head
Now life is like walking on a thread
Feeling alone, God send an angel instead
Real purpose of smiling again? Is there new love waiting ahead?
My angel keeps me company
Her love is my astronomy
Knowing every little thing she would do for me
Like I'll die for you, you die for me
I know one day I'll die in your arms
My love is yours and your love is mine
And I hope for you this is not only rhymes
You begin to notice my feelings give energy
My love for you is now until infinity
Xavier: Hopes of something new
No lovers in my view
Though my options are plenty, I'd rather be with you
She doubts we can be serious
My heart keeps me curious
Let rumors hold me hostage, with drama there's no healing us
Tears flow down your cheeks
Your past has you weak
We can take off high speed, leave the baggage in the street
Have I convinced you enough?
Or am I running out of luck?
I'll untwist us from the wire, if we ever become stuck. So what's up?
Attempting to charm, I share thoughts deliberately
My love for her is now until infinity