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White teeth gleam in a smile that does beguile
Charming manners that are completely false
Charismatic with a personal style
Midnight he arises vacating vault.
Maiden beware you are in grave danger
This warning will surely fall on deaf ear
Just before sunrise, he will have changed her
Polished and beautiful all a veneer.
Daytime she will retreat to vampire vault
One bite has made her his true companion
With silent hearts that resemble cobalt
Immortality with no reflection.
Fairy Tail of horror vampire delight
Frozen with fear I stay home every night.
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When I was younger my quest was to be,
The best person that I could possibly be.
Now that I am older, I have a better plan.
Just to be exactly the way that I already am.
It’s not that I am perfect now, quite far from it,
But change is now like a half century comet.
What goes around comes around. I’ve been around a while,
And thinking of myself, in spite of myself, really makes me smile.
There isn’t much left of my glorious quest to improve,
Because most of what’s left is already on the move.
The eyes found hollows to sink themselves into.
Years passed, I have developed a second chin too.
.
Everything seems to be vacating south,
Most of my skin, boobs even my mouth.
My hair has developed a flurry of silver sprinkles.
And my face once plump and smooth, now has wrinkles.
The mind is still clear, though I detect it may fade.
I am happy the way it is and will be happy if it stayed.
Although I have noticed, I have a failing of late.
I tend to mix letters, not getting all wodrs straight.
Its quite enough to give up on any quest.
The old me isn’t ready to pass any test.
But still, I am a contented old goat.
Happy to say I am now a reasonable pote.
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
I am not for that
Though I do not remember giving of suck
From my mother’s breast
I was not made to be drinking, ingesting cow’s milk
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
Not supposed to was purposeful to eat vegetation
Not raw nor cook burning meat
Processed rephrased chemically altered
Though I be melanin we of the dark persuasion
Not created to be subjected, cast off and enslaved
I for be a King mine soul mate a Queen
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
I AM of I AM
Not your tool, servant, animal
I AM melanin man
Birthed from the heavens, a temporary visitor
Residencies abiding on vacating world
Where we’re supposed to toil
Not judge by fellow man, not to abuse womb-man
Birth spiritual placed temporal in a vessel
We alive
Only our matter dies
We are incarnate energy
WE Rise
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
12/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
How many miles in the color blue?
How many verbs are divisible by two?
How many crimes are solved without a clue?
How many feathers are on a shark’s back?
How much weather is in your backpack?
How many corn husks did the American Revolution lack?
Can God make a boulder so big He can’t lift it?
Can God make someone that can’t be sifted?
Or make a square circle or a shape non-existent?
Can God undo things done?
Can God run faster than He can run?
Does He do things just for fun?
Is God absurd for the sake of dadaism?
Does He consult a schism for the sake of a schism?
Can He be as fake as fake is realism?
What’s the sound of one hand clapping?
What’s the sound inside the insane mind when their laughing?
What’s around the corner when you’re done lapping?
Does God give a Gift as regifted?
Does God have Satan sifted?
Does God do anything illicit?
(If you think so you’ve missed it)
If God is all good, then He should
Get rid of all the evil
If God is all powerful and benevolent
How can there be evil so prevalent?
He should be able to prevent
All evil and its intent
Maybe God has a morally sufficient reason
For the things we see as treason
For all the suffering we experience
Does it make us delirious?
Here beneath Him, from Adam’s kin
As we bequeath sin to the next generation
No veneration for our vacating of
Adjacent placement of God’s love
(In logic this doesn’t break
The fourth term fallacy or equivocate)
We are walking into a movie halfway through it
And draw conclusions of God's intention as if God blew it
What's a 'vacation,' anyway?
It should involve 'vacating' --
But need one vacate his place
of residence and 'go somewhere?'
Isn't it enough to vacate one's job
to rid oneself of the headaches, the
worries, the deadlines, the politics
the gossip, the backbiting and the
backstabbing, and all the hundreds
of other job-related unpleasantries?
**********
For three glorious weeks I've been
unplugged from my job. Completely
untethered. And it's been wonderful
I'm a new man-- renewed, refreshed
ready to go-go-go back to work
I'm excited again! Bring it on!
And isn't that the whole point of a vacation?
my peace of mind is quite fine,
the pieces of fine however make up for lack of time!
this time is not the one that you crave remembering! This time is not the one you ever want to make up for!
why are memories remembering how my body felt?
why are memories remembering things that seem no longer belong to me?
why do feelings come with seasons,
and why does it have to be the season of everyday!
i’m tired of thinking about it.
it is something else to feel this way still,
to be hung by my neck while my body has grown around the noose!
it’s such as someone forgot to turn the burners off before vacating their home.
But someone left them on, and now i’ve built a new house on top of it.
Painted wood and all.
There’s some metal inside but I still smell the gas from my demolished stove
which is funny
I can’t even smell!
Hear these words kings of this earth, the dust will be your
Place next' I trust you are versed.? The only True Eternal
Lord has saved snd conjured by His Word, His sheaves
Are saftely stored away, in halls eternal where moths and
Rust lose sway.. Oh uk king.! you know my line.' For both
Our families are defined..By fate and historys deeds now past.) I beleive your throne, and its pomp won't last.' My
Forbear told of your great- granduncles time' of vacating his
Role, all things that. Shaped current signs' Yes read these lines and
Know from whence i come..! There is nothing new under
This sun.' Hear prime-ministes..And all you presidents
Your lease is shortening, He comes with intent.!
This time, the groom will not be for the courting.' Just as
Religions dinosaurs are walking.' Old ways are returning.
Also His prophets again; are talking.!!
Looking beyond birth
And death of human person
Stepping through sanctuary of faith
Holding onto wings of heaven
And embraced by heavenly bodies
In hallowed journey,
To empower human being,
Maintain connection with heaven
In manner pleasing to the Creator
Leaving behind everything unrighteous
And vacating field of darkness
Where satan is prince charming
Deceiving kings in their dreams
Making everyone doubt
If there is such a ting as love
And peace of God,
Thus turning against the light
And follow route to pleasure land
Where every kind of enticing evil is freely available,
To every creature without question;
But only those who could look beyond,
The birth and death of humanity,
Could see how busy heaven always is,
Trying to save the soul of humankind,
From miseries inside hell of fire,
To repent and follow the light
Leading all people
To the kingdom of heaven
Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed
Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
Vacating tranquillity served seas slow
Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel
Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton
Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong
Quelled by existence Earth centric
Universe of solar centre offensive
Encourages complacent latent symposium
Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
Oceanic only planet confirms familiar
Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed
18th February
Fear of Anarchy
GAPS GIVE CRITIQUE ROOM
I want so bad in Casarah’s pants
She said I had to offer up some romance
Off we went to a local dance
I bought her a flower, a beer, and a Big Mac too
She said not quite enough but it will have to do
So in my truck that has no doors
I apologized and said no seat, its on the floor
She smiled and sat, I gathered in anticipation
Of having me in her bedroom a waiting
Little did I realize I'd wish to be vacating
We arrived at her home, at half past twelve
She said grab a beer, cause my hubby is here
I said what the hell, your hubby you say?
She said, why yes where else would he stay?
So I grabbed a beer thinking ok this is a wee bit *****
I was confused, I will tell you that
Her hubby smiled at me like a dirty rat
He had some rope and a little duct tape
This sure wasn’t what I figured on this ol date
From bad to worse, I resigned myself to fate
She calmly said, what could you have possibly thought?
I brought you here, for our pleasures of naught
We will tie you up and start the game
We are the masters, and you have no claim
Now what’s a little pain? so please, don’t try to abstain
Tied and bound what could I do?
They had their pleasures without further adieu
I did the dishes, the vacuuming and the laundry too
Not an easy task tied in ropes by those two
Broken and tormented and tired as heck
I soon plotted my escape up north to Quebec
This Gothic nightmare must come to and end
Else these two satins will drive me round the bend
So I unbound the ropes holding me so tight
Managed to escape into the dark frigid night