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I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
WAR
Senseless killings
Barbaric and animalistic desires
Necrophilia and sadomasochism
Blinded by nationalistic pride
All out war
So babies have no where to hide
Drone attacks on hospitals and nurseries
They bury their corpses
In cheap boxes
Bombs and guided missiles
Strike targets from the sky
The innocent are murdered
So I ask why
Technology is pushed to its very limit
Seals fire shots with laser that beam it
With accuracy and precision
But what is yardstick to politicians’ decision?
Resources are channel to produce victory
The masses are slaughtered
So again we repeat history
Both sides of the wall commit atrocities
The resurrection of man’s innate beastiality
Collateral damage caused in every surgical strike
And then we face reprisal
Explosives on trucks and even on a bike
IEDs!
So watch where you are stepping
Women are foes too
So be careful with who you re helping
Suicide bombers looking for soft hits
Same was the 1960s and the 21st century is a repeat
Nukes and ICBMs
Delivery is eminent
Annihilation of the subhuman race
And to put our names in history’s place
Dooms day arrives
See the markings of World War III
Orbital bombardment from attack satellites
But all you see is
Red light
Blue light
Then we are consumed by fire
I shall live beyond this day
So the devil is a liar
A million boots put in harms way
And with their blood they shall pay
Love ones wish they could stay
And pray not for that day
Torpedoes launched from submarines
Tomahawks fired from cruisers
The battle for oil and land
But we are all losers
War!
If you allow the history to overshadow the change,
you'll focus on the past more than the present day,
becoming more accustomed to a gone reality,
where racism was open and of the majority,
back then the world was thoughtless, not like ours today
they thought you all subhuman and kept you out the way
through bigoted delusion they oppressed you into place
when narcissistic mindsets had no knowledge of disgrace
Now, today, you're in our vision as we allow you take the stage
with sensitivity we listen and confront those past mistakes
we've acceptance that was missing as we learn the world you face
feeling shamed we join your mission respecting you for what it takes
saddened by the small minority still showing you that hate
for every racist out there you've a hundred thousand mates
support will keep on growing whilst those racists go to waste
for the first time we've a future with ONE multi-human race
Barely worked a job in his whole damn life,
leached off friends and parents for his money,
never could provide for his kid sand wife,
lived in homes so bad his infant did freeze;
yet he felt he could write economics,
never producing something or paid a soul,
academic words to hide his envy,
no wonder his thoughts had a bloody toll;
never was hatred more deserved,
Karl Marx was a damn monster.
Was downright demonic in sympathies,
his poems identified with Satan,
called for blood and violence to push his cause,
for his ‘greater good’ you must slaughter men;
attacked any kind of faith people held,
accept his own doctrines which would replace
all the higher values that a soul needs,
with a corrupting worship of the state;
never was hatred more deserved,
Karl Marx was a damn monster.
Had a strange obsession with suicide,
which he managed to pass on to his kids,
two daughters would perish by their own hands,
that kind of influence hard to forgive;
left his wife to deal with their creditors,
selling off their stuff just to stay afloat,
cheated with the maid and then knocked her up,
didn’t once claim the child as his own;
never was hatred more deserved,
Karl Marx was a damn monster.
Incredibly racist through his whole life,
called his Cuban son-in-law ‘negrillo,’
opined that Africans were subhuman,
seemed to think that the Jews were demons low;
wouldn’t by medicine for his sick wife,
it was too expensive, so she just died,
but when it came to him he spared nothing,
made dam sure that he had it come his time;
never was hatred more deserved,
Karl Mars was a damn monster.
Some say that bad men can have good ideas,
but more often than not they’re just as bad,
100,00,000 dead from the socialists,
a pretty good sign his ideas were mad;
why you’d build policy on such a man
who never worked and seethed with jealousy,
did wrong by all his family and his friends,
mired all who followed him in misery;
rhere it nothing good in his words,
Karl Marx was a damn monster.
Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!)
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.
Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
pulled C's in English, D's in History -
my dreadful retrograde trajectory
projected no collegiate acumen,
in prom discussions, practically subhuman!
Then, your poetical geometry
and sleek Cartesian choreography
became my sailing ship, and I, its crewman.
Derivatives soon danced in arcs non-static.
Pythagorean proofs helped me progress,
vectors resolved problems that once would vex.
Your agile algebra of joy quadratic:
my new hypotenuse of happiness
helped me to find myself... I solved for x.
Written 13 March 2020
Humankind iLL-Humane--
Left on a chain in the rain and in summer’s heat;
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass
Remains left on chains--caged up dogs
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Lassie
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
Only this and a benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass--caged up dogs
Remains left on chains
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
Shed whats left of their fur make it a hat
How morbid…--caged up dogs
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos--caged up dogs
Rin Tin Tin
Benji
Much I marveled this humane temporarily
I felt compelled to sniff the occupants
Remembering many protohuman, caring residents
Only this and a humaneness
To warn me about the ungodliness--caged up dogs
That moment my soul grew evil
It was shrivels, primeval, medieval!
Upheaval, upheaval!
Beethoven
I heard a monstrous, hermetic inconveniencing
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence--caged up dogs
Bruiser
Buddy
Chopper
Cujo
Daisy
Chance and Shadow
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Bark bark-bow wow, what’s the use-wow, primeval, medieval!
Marley, Hosehead Hooch
Upheaval, upheaval!
Stop mistreating canine animals
You subhuman protohuman?--caged up dogs
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
7/5/19
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
Who benefits from my belief?
Because the last I checked it wasn't me
I mean I am a black girl
Living In a racist misogynistic world
Because why would I worship a god who allowed my people to suffer
Yet caters to the needs of our oppressors
Allows them to call us s
Why would I believe
Why would I worship
Why would I pray
To a god who ignored my ancestors
Please go ahead
Make me understand
How your god created this world
But allows racism
So tell me how religion benefits a black person
Because to me and many others
It seems like a weapon
To keep us broken
In a world that sees us as subhuman
As 'god' watches us suffer
Whilst having the power
To fix this problem
So I ask again
Who benefits from my belief
The only correct answer
Is those who don't look like me
So why would I subscribe
To a religion
To a god
Who clearly hates me
Armando Valladares didn't absorb Marxist thought
So for 22 years, another lesson he was taught.
Cuban dungeons are no picnic, surviving there is hard
He heard prisoners shot close by in the courtyard
Valladares prayed, wrote poems from that lair
He didn't ask God to get him out of there
He asked for the strength to resist, not to hate
I'm not much for preaching, but I admire strength that great.
(chorus)
Dungeons under the dance floor
Turn up the band, don't think anymore
Waltz with a legend, under a blinding light
Victims out of mind, keep them out of sight.
There was torture in that jail, politicals were hated
There was a plan to blow up inmates if Americans invaded
Western fools believed a legend clean and fair
wore Che's face on T-shirts, liked the romantic flair.
So while celebrities made their Castro calls.
Some nasty sadism was going on behind prison walls
Isolation, subhuman conditions, and mutilation
Gratuitous cruelty in this model Marxist nation.
Criminals were treated better than political inmates
The regime may not like thieves, but it hates debates.
One Swede told Armando's wife that Cuba was not heaven
But admitting this was true would give USA a weapon.
Valladares made it out, but wants us to condemn
The fate of those who won't be heard from again
We walk in the sunlit air, where free birds sing
But behind Cuban prison walls, evil is the king