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Could you be the Trojan horse,
To bypass the defences of my heart?
Let harmless acts of kindness, run a course,
Break all barriers, to the tiniest part
For once there was, a fancy conqueror,
With soldiers and horses, and tall banners,
In the stomping ground, there was such tremor,
She was fearful and bold, in all manners
She battered my strong gates, scaled my wall,
Rained upon me rocks, and fiery arrows,
My good soldiers, one by one came to fall,
There was much sorrow, on their death throes
Woe be my army, vanquished and beaten,
Torn apart in the blitz, of sudden attack,
All of them stood, until thoroughly smitten,
True warriors’ courage, they never did lack
So alas for me, I did surrender,
My forts and castle, and kingdom whole,
Lest all that remains, be torn asunder,
I gave her my all, from King to Fool
She took it all, and claimed as her own,
I played the Jester, upon her feet,
Settled herself, on my sorry throne,
Never did knew, my heart’s dead meat
At first it was easy, to her bend my knees,
For she was radiant, and beyond compare,
My woeful sorrows, she banished with a kiss
An empress divine, she was my lady fair
It came to pass, she turned a bad leaf,
Here acts were no more, of a fair sovereign,
She became hard, and wearyingly stiff
Upon us both settled, a palpable strain
I never realized, she had her sights,
To another domain, richer than mine,
Her inflamed passion, ebbed to dim lights
In her mind formed, a betrayer’s design
Then she announced, in my once great hall,
How she intends, to march once more,
To another conquest, ripe for the fall,
Greater things she said, lies for her in store
She assembled once more, her great army,
Mightier ever, than the one who came,
Her ranks has swelled, strengthened by the bounty,
Of my kingdom conquered, that she made tame
The dust she stirred, with abrupt departure,
Took the longest time, to finally settle,
A bitter-sweet moment, my life’s great torture,
But stand up I did, with my hard won mettle
Before her I thought, I’m consigned to be alone,
Live only for myself, without for others- care,
Never imagined, to foolish love I’d be prone
Now cruel melancholy, upon my face- stare
Form:
I fast boy, this aint no foot race
What you playing?
What, you think you got a game ginni in your game pack
Well, I paint Black
And stain them in Pain on rare occasions
Occassionaly coming up in death throes
Dead body is my stomping ground on this beat
My melody be blasting bastards, knocking em backwards
the Force of theses 5 Felonies be unappropriate behaviors
And if you ever seen me in Airstrik...es,
Well, when you seem me you'll be very quiet
And if you thought it was adequate
my accurrecy so precise you can't phantom the damn damage
You know Im real skilled, and the satisfaction of it leaves me upset still
It was Mercy from God for me to carry this pain cause it suits me like it is a deep love
If Seashell's is ever in Hell then I'll be busting a knucklehead if he wants to act a badass
This aint a brag, no we never come in a boast boy,in my conduct I be, I promise you honorable,I standup as I stand for a higher standard
and when i get mad i act bad, When im in a heavy conflict
jaxattacks are my chosen tactics,
And nowhere in my eyes does she see me ever being a leader or getting the best of a ***** when she on my badside
My Blood cleansed that land, I faced the devil slanging quarters and halves in every which direction like my creation changed due to evolution thru the fact that i was moving too ****ing fast man, But i grew out of it like I went from panic to romantic attacks
From the battles with the devil and demons and nets set , and tribulations and Mania and Im still maniac, Still A disciple of Ninjitsu, my senses still keen, iM SINGLE till i get my possessions back, the love in my heart concealed, its so hard to hide my love I feel so many sharp p[ains,Love Felt feel these steel bars they are a million you would have to go thru to hope to find one, a connection u never dectected the quality of,im 10 times 99topics liike im a balla up talking in manner never heard of, be the bang that yo body been starving for, rt
Been beat up and brought down
Been stepped on and spit on
Been lost but now I’m found
O
Lord
I am not going to be the devils punching bag anymore
Been called out MY name
Nothing but the Christian name ma and grandma gave me
Can you call me
And did I tell you I am a child of the LIVING KING
Been beat up and brought down
Been stepped on and spit on
Been lost but now I’m found
O
Lord
I am not going to be the devils punching bag anymore
I'm not gonna be the devil punching bag anymore
I'm not gonna be the devil punching bag anymore
not gonna be the devil punching bag anymore
I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test
I was down for the ninth count, but I got back up
I not going to be your stomping ground, Satan
I’m not going to let you continually beat me down Devil
I’m not going to allow you to plant seeds of discouragement
I rise up, I RISE above your seas torrents…
My choice is to be the defeater
I choose not to be defeated
I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test
And did I tell you I am a child of the LIVING KING
I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test, yes
I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test, yeah
Alleluia, I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test
I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test
O
Lord
I am not going to be the devils punching bag anymore
I'm not gonna be the devil punching bag anymore
I'm not gonna be the devil punching bag anymore
not gonna be the devil punching bag anymore
I digress, yet I am heavenly blessed
And I have past my test
I am not going to be the devils punching bag anymore
3/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Working for Snarl-Mart
By Elton Camp
Snarl-Mart’s lots to blame, I suppose
When some local stores had to close
The places run by Mom and Pop,
Slow sales just made them stop
Snarl-Mart can sell at prices retail
For less than they pay wholesale
Its great power to negotiate cost
To the smaller merchant is lost
“Just put us to the test
Our prices always best
Cost will you amaze
Sell for Less, Always.”
By such competition giving,
Many have lost their living.
Employees others had to fire
Snarl-Mart might deign to hire
Will perhaps give out another job
To replace the one they did rob
You have naught good to say
About their measly rate of pay
Little chance to have career
Most are part-time, we fear
Benefits along with your pay?
Hah, we say, just what are they?
With its great power to hire,
It can just as quickly fire.
If “associates” treated unfair
Not a union is there to care.
Will find to organize isn’t wise
A location that does, quickly dies
"We won’t be put through
Union telling us what to do"
To keep our prices so low
Worker raises have to go
If you don’t like our pay
Can replace you in a day
Not even a tiny bit do we care
Stupid smock to make you wear
“Can I serve you?” on the back
In case a customer want to yack
Better not be talking to your friend
If we learn you do, your job will end
Management has no tolerance at all
On the clock, for a personal phone call
Work while you are on the clock
Or know that pay we will dock
A second longer on your break
Will be a very serious mistake
No certain big box chain does this address
Many workers find themselves in this mess
Until the American economy turns around
Snarl-Marts will be your stomping ground
spring day, window down, cool breeze blows through my hair
i come upon an old stomping ground, an abandon chicken coop,
i turn off the engine; the smell of the almond blossoms brings back memories
high school parties, this was our place of refuge
i can picture the faces, all the different clicks.
i wonder where they all have gone.
who is living where? who is doing what? what ever happened to you know who?
why am i still here? where did i go wrong?
IS HE REAL? IS HE LISTENING?
MY FAITH IS DIMINISHING...
off in the distance a familiar sound catches my ear, hand over my brow
i gaze into the sun
A KITE,
i follow the string to a young lad, no more than 10 or so
our eyes connect and he waives me over
"Mr. give it a try" he says with a look of innocence on his face
as i take the reigns i am overcome with adolescence
my earlier thoughts subsided
soaring high, twisting and turning,
we run side by side, laughing, trying to keep up..
suddenly, a calm brushes over the sky, the wind dies,
and our fun plummets to the ground
as we make our way over to the kite
i can see that this would to be its last flight
filled with guilt i turn to apologize
to my bewilderment i am alone
nylon scattered, from the crash back to earth
i pick through the pieces
i notice that the bamboo cross like frame however is still intact
on the base of it is a small rainbow insignia that reads
"IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES'
i walk back to the car, and as i head back into town
in my rear view mirror i again see the kite soaring
i realize then that i still have questions
but my faith is now restored
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(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")
There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in a megastore
There’s a child that I know
who goes to school with bruises
Just a shell of a thing bearing signs
of a nightly artillery attack
When did we start sending
our kids to the frontlines,
And when in the name of Christ
are we calling them back?
You just pretend
Things aren’t crazy
The bandleader’s not deaf
And the King is not a clown
So you defend
The last vestiges of confidence
And stick your flag in the last square
Of your old stomping ground
There’s a family that I know
they only speak in whispers
Afraid to raise their voices
for fear of an alcoholic’s rage
I wonder how they’ll fare
twenty years from now:
Will they ever rise up from their manacles
or their transparent cage?
And there’s a young man that I know
Has his whole life ahead of him
Still stuck on the diving board
over a pool of unemployment
Just wait a while, just wade awhile
Cling to your inflated promises
While you’re stuck in this limbo, might as well
Drown in your enjoyments
You just pretend
It’s getting late now
And the party’s letting out
The stragglers and the drunkards head
for another port of call.
Yet suspect the hosts, the powers that be,
in their senility, misplaced our keys
So we derelicts wander directionless
Like half-ghosts bumping into walls
But we just pretend…
The Laskey brothers owned a farm, a lovely little spot.
A babbling brook made merry mist when summer nights were hot.
And that’s when Jacob filled his pipe and sat upon a boulder.
The smoke arose, a haloed ring around his tired shoulders.
He loved to end each day of toil in such a way as this,
He had no wife to chase about, no urge to get a kiss.
So, there he’d dream beside the stream as it would gurgle by,
His highland glen and tidy farm enough to satisfy.
His brother, Nat, would clean and cook. He’d rather be inside
With silent acrobatic cats that kept him occupied.
But came a night when Jake did not return from his soiree,
For he had puffed his final puff. The bloke had passed away.
But did he pass? The neighbors saw his ghostly white complexion,
Almost every moonlit night upon the rough projection.
Not only did they witness Jacob’s eerie prototype,
But they were sure that they could smell him puffing on his pipe.
The people of this cozy dell were now forever daunted
For rumors spread for miles around… their stomping ground was haunted!
Wildlife would not venture there… rabbits, deer and swallow
So afraid that they’d evade the vale known as Ghost Hollow.
Now, some insist there was no ghost, no misty apparition,
And all the gossip that you’ve heard is simply superstition.
Nathaniel took his brother’s place, straddling that rock,
Puffing on Jake’s corncob pipe, and you’re all laughingstock!
***
For my would•have•been diamond in the rough
I hope my love for you someday will be enough
If it's not, baby, it's all that I've got
Showing my heart mercy is what I ask the lot
'Cause my heartstrings are about to break
In this crazy - and maybe drastic - mistake
I've tried already - and I loved you way too late
If you're ready or not - all I can do is wait
Show me mercy when you proceed to break my black heart
Make us end like a professional masterpiece of art
'Cause the peaceful ending will be coming very soon...
Please save me from your uncertain doom
'Cause your heart for me no longer has anymore zoom
For my unwanted silhouette to loom
In the sad rejected energies of your pink & pillow-princess room
If you change your mind & suddenly want me - I may not be around
'Cause right now I'm in the foyér of another woman's stomping ground
In my piano chair she bought me, I sit and give a quick glance
To the girl who wouldn't ever give me a chance
Who coldly rejected my courageous & overly-infused romance
So if you change your mind and remember you want me
You'll have to find somebody else to set you on fire and free
'Cause right now someone else's delicate heart is tied up vulnerably to me
So please hold your tears if you decide to ever come along
I'm now dancing to another woman's beat & song
She's been good to me from my initial courageous & overly-infused romance
Because she never said no without first giving me the chance...
The tears burn my skin as they stream down my face
Dripping slowly to the floor
Crashing and shattering on impact
Just as the many pieces of my broken heart have done
You betrayed all of us
It did not matter that we loved you as our own, as family
Like a thief with no thought of the consequences
You stole something so precious
You took away the innocence of my child
Crushing it as if it were nothing more than dirt beneath your feet
You show no remorse for what you have done
Only sadness for the verdict that will send you away
An animal is what you are
Stalking your prey and gaining their trust
Using their faith against them
Luring your victim into your clutches
Then taking away the life that is within them
Even the title of child rapist is too kind for you
My beliefs are stained by the blackness of your soul
My heart is hardened by your selfishness
The evil inside of you has demolished something within me
Yet it has not consumed me
You have no respect for the unity that we tried to share with you
We were merely a stomping ground for your greed and lust
Nothing you do can replace what you have taken from us
No pain that you suffer can compare to the agony you have caused us
You cared nothing for the laws of men or God
My faith is lost to many because of men like you
I can’t help but wonder how anyone could be so cruel
Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Deity
Definition: a God, God like, Goddess, or a holy person
I am a deity
When it comes to poetry
So, please think carefully before you speak to me
Like, Langston Hughes “I am the dream holder”
Lyrical soldier
I hold dreams in this pen
Then unleash them on paper
Make comedy into tragedy
Like the great works of Shakespeare
Over coming heartache like Maya Angelou
Who was raped when she was seven years old
Stopped talking for years
All she felt was pain and tears
Learned five languages
And now has so much to say
Thanks to Robert Frost I know “Nothing gold can stay”
So, what are Wordsworth?
“The perfect woman”
In my eyes, but miscalculating
So sad, like Tupac “Sometimes eye cry”
Because I’m only human
With an immortal soul
A god upon men so, let the truth be told
I am a Deity
Like Zeus, or Hercules
Studied philosophies like Socrates
I walk amongst human beings like an entity
A divinity so can you see?
I’m just trying to be me
Lazarus was Jesus’ friend
Until the end
But couldn’t live with the guilt
I am the foundation on which empires are built
A coliseum I suppose
The stomping ground of a 1000 dead poet’s souls
No one knows my full potential
Something like Michael Angelo’s 16th Chapel
But, I’m here to stay
“A great life, is a long life lived”’
Like Confucius say
Felonious competition is no threat to me
One day you’ll understand, that I am a Deity
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