Long Somethings Poems
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If love is a battlefield
When sarcastic words
are launched
like glass hand grenades
Shattering your dignity,
you're bruised,
battered and afraid
When coming home
fills you with a
dreadful trepidation
When your words
walk on eggshells
trembling in expectation
When every word
you utter, puts you
in imminent danger
When the man you said
you'd love forever,
is now a total stranger
Chorus
If love is a battlefield
then,
somethings not right
Home should be
a safe haven,
not cut like a knife
Oh,
if love is a battlefield
and there's a cry
in the night
It's time
to seek shelter
the choice is
fight or flight
When a question
ignites a fire
and the flames
lick your skin
Your hope burns
to the ground
your spirit dies within
When your courage
and your value
have packed
their bags and left
All you want
is some comfort
and a simple day of rest
Chorus
You bravely,
put out the fires one by one
Thinking tomorrow
will be better,
when today is done
but,
When the bottle
is his best friend
your battle can't be won
Unless he agrees
that the whiskey
is his real enemy
Never, ever,
will you have peace
and be truly free.
Chorus repeat
fade
John Derek Hamilton
December 14,2016
I cannot break these chains that bind me,
No more can I see past these walls that blind me,
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be,
I’ve no idea how to be me.
Am I broken,
Beyond repair,
No one see’s me so no one care’s,
I keep the pain buried deep,
Only letting it out when your all asleep.
I know there’s so much that I’m destined to do,
Things I start but don’t see through,
Something pulls but I don’t know to where,
If I don’t know whats lost,
Why do I care,
I feel empty but for the love of my own,
My scars are so hard they’ve turned to bone,
My mask so supple that you’ll never see,
The truth of what is really me.
Am I broken,
Beyond repair,
No one see’s me so no one care’s,
I keep the pain buried deep,
Only letting it out when your all asleep.
Time is ticking,
My fear grows strong,
Somethings not right but I don’t know what’s wrong,
I’m falling but no one can hear me cry,
I’m scared that what’s pulling,
Is my time to die,
I’m scared that I’ve not understood why I’m here,
I’m running out of time and filling with fear,
I want to live but can’t live this lie ,
To survive this maybe I have to die.
Maybe there’s more than what we know,
What if to stay we have to go,
What if these words are the last I’ll write,
As I pass my troubled soul into the night.
Two mismatched shoes lie
under the couch and one
behind the mahogany chair.
One seems to be missing.
There are a watch and a phone
along with a pair of earrings
on the table beside the chair
and various items of clothing
here and there on the carpet.
A couple lies somewhat
tangled in the midst of all,
looking up and talking about
shadows of the fan on the ceiling
and hugging and laughing.
Two people close and happy.
Now imagine who they are.
Twenty- or thirty somethings?
Even forties maybe?
But no. They are late eighties
and early nineties, rediscovering
a portion of their youth that is
wondrously sweeter and more
precious at this time of life.
I'M A SURVIVOR By James Edward Lee Sr.
I am not of them
I'm a survivor;
I've fallen, but yet I'm up again
I'm a survivor;
You taken away my job;
Twice this year;
Yet I still smile;
Most my bills are paid;
Yet still got a, mortgage;
I'm a survivor
Have a reasonable good health, sound body and mind;
I'm a survivor
Yet still I keep on smiling;
Everything's not the devils fault;
Somethings I've done to myself in life;
I'm a survivor, I'm a survivor;
I am not satisfied;
I'm a survivor;
God and Jesus on my side;
My bride, my wife dies last year;
No other female, no soul-mate to share (my life with)
Now I just a widowed mess;
Even still I AM Blessed;
For it I marry again or not;
I'm God bridge, ready or not;
I am not of them
I'm a survivor;
I've fallen, but yet I'm up again
I'm a survivor;
You taken away my job;
Twice this year;
Yet I still smile;
I fall yet I rise;
I am HIS and HE'S mine
I'm a survivor
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Hope is not tomorrow
It's ever present now
It's God He's here and wow
Pain and suffering children
GOD NOT TO BLAME
Elderly people preyed on, they fall
On my knees Lord Jesus I pray for them all
God is not the author of confusion
It's through man disobedience
GOD NOT TO BLAME
And not in his delusions
God is not the cause of it;
Your sufferings, your sins your shames
GOD NOT TO BLAME
Hope is not tomorrow, it's God He's here and now
Pain and suffering children and elderly wow
Somethings you must own up to
Open your mind and hearts and believe
GOD NOT TO BLAME
That the only nightmare you harvest is yet still in your dreams
So close your eyes and image there's no hope without gain
But in your imagination you see God reign
God's not to blame he's not the one who cause your pain
God not to blame receive your new healing in Jesus name
GOD NOT TO BLAME
He's your hope and your tomorrow
He's your promise you don't have to borrow
Free willingly the only price you pay is just believe and lose your sins
And be birth and born again
Soul yours will rise in Jesus name
11/06/16
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Yo, do you want to know why I rap better than you
My Man, let me tell you somethings that are true
All you do is sing about whatever or when
But I do my singing from the tip of my pen
Yo, and you talk like you're all that
All you sing are words like **** and shat
You really only talk the song, and most words you botch
Probably because you forget when you grab your own crotch
Yo, you sing of gangs or a dude with a gun
My man, I sing of stars the moon and the sun
You dress in clothes like half-assed pants
I dress in clothes that'll make you dance
Yo, you flash around all your jewels of gold
My man, they're probably all fake, so I've been told
I sing with class, spark and style
And I can walk with the best "8-Mile"
Yo, so isn't it time we put all this rap crap to rest
My man, just admit it, I rap the best
Dreams of Halloween
Like a shadow moving in the darkness…
It is something seldom seen.
A total act of malevolence,
as monsters haunt your dreams…
As the sun goes down
before tonight’s full Moon.
A low rolling fog spread
feelings of foreboding and doom.
Ghouls and Goblins step out of the gloom,
Looking to frighten little children in costume.
Evil spirits celebrate their tormented dreams.
Of what can only be.
Halloween!! All hallows eve!!
From nightmare to nightmare
and things that go bump in the night.
You have an uneasy feeling
like somethings just not right.
Looking around you stop to check.
Feeling the hairs stand up on the back you neck.
A cold chill from your sixth sense gives you a freight.
As you fall victim to a Vampires bite.
People hear your blood curdling screams!
As you desperately try to run
from this tormented dream.
Tripping over a rotted corps
You fall into an empty grave.
As you struggle to get out,
You become the sandman’s slave.
Count Dracula summons you,
Because once upon a time.
You were brave.
From nightmare to nightmare
now night of the living dead.
You’re one of the Zombies
waiting in the darkness
to crack open somebody’s head.
As you step from the shadows
grabbing victims right off the street.
Eating their blood dripping brains
makes feel complete.
A feeling you’ve known all too well,
as Witches cast their powerful spell.
Like a shadow moving in the darkness.
It is something seldom seen.
A total act of malevolence,
as monsters haunt your dreams.
This, Will never be complete,
unless innocent little children wearing costumes,
Go door to door yelling. Trick!! or treat!!
I miss you babe, it's not been long but I'm afraid to clean,
Your smells and your clothes are still around, erasing them would be mean.
I'll clean round some things and be very careful especially when I sweep,
Because now and then, I'll look down, and finding your hair makes me weep.
It's ok though I want to cry, as if I am scared I may forget,
Something about how I want you near, how I long to make you sweat.
And look even though my muse has gone I've written 8 poems today,
I think the last time I tried to write, when I was a kid, I threw it all away.
You see it still lives, it fuels my pen, it is a powerful living thing,
It's almost as if, we made it back then, and together it needs us to cling.
So somethings still there, pulling our hearts we just need to align the poles,
I cant help but care that being apart is keeping us from being 2 wholes.
I miss you babe, it's been even longer and I am still afraid to clean,
Your clothes put away, your smells fade now, they are leaving me too its so mean.
I'll clean up my act, and listen and hear, especially around my sweet,
Because now and then, I still look down, and finding your hair still makes me weep.
The planets have come alive and a miracle is moving around in the sky, the heavenly bodies are at work and people are walking up and down on planet earth; everyone is going somewhere and they have no time to spare; see that one down there, he is running to catch the bus, but the other one at the train station don’t know who to trust. He has been waiting for more than an hour on his date, but she shows up very late.
Something spectacular is happening today and it will blow your mind away, it is the moon and the sun and the agony you see, and you call it fun. The planets are at work and when they clash, they cause mayhem on earth, but there is much more to it for somethings must be fulfilled according to the words of the prophet. Mercury is fine and Jupiter is mine; mars are getting closer to the sun and Saturn was there before the heavens began. Uranus is walking with me, and Neptune controls the heavens and the sea.
The lines are running all around and the imaginary line cannot be found; there is no imaginary line in the sky, and the universe has to prove it before it dies. Come on this ride with me for I am going to take you to the galaxy. Six planets aligned in the sky will take you to the utmost part of the heaven where mankind deep secrets reside, and the human spirit never die It is the soul of man and the hour the world began. Mankind came into being and floods the earth with their dream, and here we are today, watching the mystery unfold, and a narrative that cannot be told.
Yes, it is the planets in the sky that is aligned with your eyes; everyone is out to see it and it makes good business and profits. The planets in the sky are at work and so they sometimes cause chaos on earth but this you have to see how the earth change in front of you and me.
Come with me to the sea for that is where you ought to be. I can see Jupiter moving in the sky and mars is watching me prowling around the galaxy, and Saturn has a present for thee. I can see them with my naked eyes from earth, and I understand how the universe gave birth. Follow this path and you will evolve out of the dark lets journey on the ecliptic and see the extraordinary.
Mercury, Jupiter, mars, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune are aligned in the heavens so let yourself die and allow your spirit to evolve in the sky.
Please Donald if you'd disregard ,
my antics for a bit ;
I will tell you how I'm feeling,
and share of it a bit ...
I would never wish ill will on a man;
or with his employ,
somethings my Dad instiolled in me ;
since I was a boy....
My Dad was a hard working man,
took care of his family ;
And as I grew into a man,
that was the plan for me ...
In my family we spent time each night,
to eat a meal and watch TV,
we even gathered for the News ,
where of you I got my first views ...
I remember hearing that ,
you helped some families ;
acts of kindness I suppose ,
or payment for assistance ,
not sure just how that goes ....
Anyway it went along ,
the Towers and much more ;
even WWe wrestlin,
with McMahon;
the ing whore .....
As a son though to a billionaire;
always in the limelight of the city,
why didnt you find some older girls ,
or for age doo you not care ???
It could be alot of scammed delight ;
though tell me did you pen ;
Ghislaines admission from her prison cell,
Cause that dont seem right....
And why was Bill even mentioned ;
it puzzles me much more ,
like we all know about Monica,
and no she was no whore....
so tell me please and do not distract,
or the topics not to change,
will you go on Steve Wilkos ;
so your admissions do not change ......