lace, lace, lace, you must pick up the pace!
this was yelled out the bus window by my cousin Jayce
Jayce is a bit touched, none of us could see what he saw
Give yourself a bit of grace, he yelled, with a hee and a haw
A student named Mace asked me what was wrong with my cousin
I could have actually come up with lists by the dozen
But I never liked this guy, so I pretended to trace a face in my book.
Jayce yelled out another weird thing; I could tell Mace was full shook
Damsel in
distress
Virtue
to redress
Reputation
scorned
Honor
most forlorn
On the field
we face
Lances
and a mace
Blood to burnish
clean
Lies
— that death redeems
(Rhymes From The Nursery: February, 2026)
Poison, poison, poison.
Something’s gone rotten.
A knife in its rightful place.
Bullets ascending from unstable ground.
A swarm of scythes curl around my joints.
As the metal cools my skin,
I feel the abyss taking over.
This angel of death wants me.
Something denies her, yet it’s not me.
What is it, somebody just tell me.
The sound of claws scratching torments my ears.
I quiver with fear, there must be a way out.
She’s so close, her gaze is right there.
A golden mace tainted with rodent fur.
Collapsed, coughing blood.
What a familiar feeling.
Dancing shadows, laughing and singing.
Are there others in the room?
The void whispers, playing tricks on my ears.
Endless tears leave stains on my skin.
Thousands of ears can’t hear my screams.
She won’t let me live, it won’t let me die.
A heartbeat never ceases—
it just stops moving.
Lifeless, numb, and cold.
Alien 8V from deep outer space
welcomed by police who stunned him with mace
bystanders thought they should have given him grace
Visitor was surprised, you could see by his face
Alien 8V disappeared without a trace
He warned others to avoid the human race
earth is a totally unfriendly place
they hurt your feelings and zap you with stinging mace
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Sleeping beside her
I always knew
Chipped beef on Monday
Thursday cold stew
Dishes piled high
paycheck gone through
She’s familiar …
ain’t that the blues
Home from work early
today around noon
Mattress was creaking
my pistol I drew
Two shots in my brother
— four more in the flooze
(Chicago Illinois: With Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green – July, 1985)
Oh No! There went the Bell...and I'm LATE!
NO! There's that Hall Monitor I HATE!
First, he Knocked off my HAT...
Then, Clocked me with a BAT!
Oh, why did his his Parents have to MATE!
Next day, Slapped me and Spit in my FACE!
Then he Pepper Sprayed my Eyes with MACE!
With Burning, RAGE FILLED TEARS!!
And Prior SOCCER YEARS!!
I Kicked his JACK JOHNSTON into SPACE!!!
Who can remember the first time we felt the beat of our heart?
Was it when we first kissed or had it broken?
Possibly, it was when we were first told about the metaphorical love of the heart!
Maybe it was when we used it as appreciation for one’s token!
Whether it beats in the light or the rain!
The warmth goes on in the cold and shocks us to the core!
The hidden thoughts of the mind become our Bain!
It goes through to the soul as it moves quickly like an iron bore!
Gripping the heart and soul together is either blissful in a warm embrace
Or it is a cold vice hold on our emotions
Let the warmth of our enemies be to their face a wet mace!
Maybe we should curse our choices and devotions.
In my heart, you are the burning kindle upon my fire!
You are the one who set ablaze my smile and rekindled my desire!
Feel like im 1 of 1 in this torn apart world, if i turn cold thats undone
seen with my past mistakes
nothing new under the sun, someone else has sat in this place
a world where we keep a loaded gun and a mask to cover our face
from pain we easily run i guess were scared of the mace
Showin love will get you hung, what a shame or disgrace
look what the devil has brung now were corrupted by toxic waste
speak evil in fears of them cutting your tongue, caught up like a rat in this race
And the flash of reel will have you stunned so in turn we walk away (real,reel)
Our thoughts we keep concealed, worried how the other portray
Like a rat running on a wheel till our bodies decay
My skin ill allow you to peel even if you poison my bod-ay
Im looking for something real like "whats outside of this cage"
Im bitin at the steel maybe one day we'll all escape...
You take a break ill keep biting till my body you cant resuscitate, I'll keep fighting till me and death got a lovely dinner date.
The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
Beware if you find yourself in a dark dank place
You may become the prey of Old Schnozz Face
Don't bother spraying him with a can of mace
He's a Vampiric creature of the Mosquito race
I detest the sound of his buzz buzzing in my ear
When in bed, that irksome droning sound I hear
That long needle nose is a grotesque thing to fear
I'd put something in his bag that came from a pee'er!
"Mosquito Man, why do you bother wearing pants?"
His reply came across as more angry whirring rants.
If their needles break, can mosquitoes get implants?
He just landed on a painting, one of my Rembrandts
It's way past time for me to put this skeletal pest away
The plan I have in mind will put an end to him, I pray
I've been bitten and harassed for the last time today
I'm taking out the big gun to fry him with a gamma ray!
"Alone is an addiction for Agoraphobics," ... by The Poet
Fireplace, beg a question; spark fuels naught?
Tired face lit the embers that awaken,
iron mace walled, beyond, fox and bears fraught.
My birthplace well-hushed that quiet sneak-in.
Contented engraved on my face, falsely,
consent and circumstance, hunger and thirst,
extent and measure, fed and quenched shortly,
ingested fully well, blessed, and naught cursed.
Accordingly, dawn swaps late noon's plum skies,
rewardingly, I stepped outside to pause,
awarding me sunsets that soothe my eyes.
Artistry; that the dusk paints when it draws.
Twilight ascends, sunlight lost, moonlight found.
Finite embers dim, alert eyes remained,
my sight sees, the fire's out, I'm bedroom bound.
Divine light flits fears, embrace Grace proclaimed.
There’s a constant hammering
Alongside my bedroom window
Repercussions of a corrupt gutter
The maddening drain
Obstinately and persistently has refused
All rehabilitation efforts
There are no
drip drip drips
Only
Pound Pound Pounds
As water clashes with wood and metal
The clangor must be amplified
By a loudspeaker
To make such minute water drops
Sound like a crazed gongsman
Locked in a metallic chamber with a battle mace
With no distinct pattern
The piercing pattering
Thwack Thwack Thwacks
Proclaiming,
“You will find no peace here!”
And yet
Its constant monotone irritation
Somehow
Lulls me to sleep
KINGDOM COME
The blood runs hot through royal veins
Ready for the throne, and to finally rule
But it has now to be a battle, not a duel
What one pretender loses, another gains
In muddy fields, many lives shall be lost
To raise the standard and claim the prize
Yet it is still kingship but in another guise
It’s a pity the common folk bear the cost
I’ll take the crown and hold up the mace
Assembling all nobles who are true to me
Pledging their loyalty as was meant to be
But some might see suspicion in my face
Ancestral claims should have the final say
This powerful army makes it more certain
Yet I’ll always check behind every curtain
But it first depends on who wins this day
I'm a song without a chorus
And my mind is rather porous
Been down this road before
Questioning why I'm back for more
Words bounce around in my head
When for years I thought they were dead
For years I watched myself bleed
Ignoring the things I need
But it's a waste of my headspace
To fight gunfire with a mace
So here I stand one more time
Lost in the echoes of rhyme
Because deep down I love this
And the scene is what I miss
Green greed feeds the machine
With wanted posters asking if I've been seen
But I'm not Waldo, you don't need to find me
I'm here for all of you to see
With a pen that still drips with ink
It really has to make you think
If passion can truly come and go
Then what do any of us know
But I've paid my fine
And lost my place in line
But that's just fine
I'll carve it out with each new line
A subtle repetition in the flow
And maybe everything will glow
But I am not a gimmick to be written off
Even if I've fed from the trough
I'm just a song without a chorus
And my mind is rather porous
I'll just have to sing hard enough
So my words are good enough
The day was when the crowd came out in a massive drive for the old elephant.
The graveyard was the last day of this red associate; however, they did not lie down!
Becoming a goldened tusk with ivory and diamonds, they become the shrine of the elephant!
All the populace around the waterhole went into the small town without backing down!
Moving through the small grid to the street of many walkers, the group was on arms.
An immature girl was asked about her presence, to which she stated “that it was a revolution”
These arms were a sight of pure ignorance that the past members of truth would rather stay on the farms!
Human growth is notable when each new generation fares better than the last; however, this girl was a product of de-evolution.
Hark to the fools who believe in stupidity and the false words of a toothless chia pet!
Words of honor have never passed the lips of the annoying orange!
It is time to take this person for a check-up to the vet!
You had the world of fools believing in your words! You are beyond an annoying orange!
Was Nostradamus talking about the 20th Century?
Maybe he was speaking about the 21st Century!
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