The joy of growing mold.
Squirrels would watch.
Birds would tweet.
My old bread,
They would seek!
Even dogs would come by,
When letting the moldy bread freebees sailing in the sky.
Haven't seen much molding bread,
Usually, the mold means its dead!
Eating toast with butter,
Smearing on some peanut butter.
The seeded grainy bread doesn't have room to spread.
Used to see lovely green mold,
Before the store said it was too old!
Now the bread keeps for weeks,
Beats out the dog food for moldy treats.
Is there something in it?
Fights off mold before it grows.
Can keep on going for a month,
Must be the seeds that hides a bunch.
Or perhaps my eyes are growing old,
Now I just can't see growing mold.
Break The Mold
Just be yourself
Not like everyone else
Don’t follow the crowd
Protesters always complaining, just ridiculous
A waist of my time
Everything is still burning
Walk on my own path
No chaos
No social media
No garbage in my ear
Turn off the lies
Tune out the noise
No more common sense
Sucked into the drama
Break the mold
Society is broke
No more trees and no more food
We have lost our way
No one can think for themselves these days
Just a mad world
Always blaming someone else
made out of clay to fit a mold
not always molded how we would want to be
well, most of us share the same mold
but the mold gets boring for society
we cry and laugh, our emotions are bold
suffering will not take away your integrity
walking in a straight like just how we are told
leaning away might cause anxiety
You know what they say about molds
they are kisses from you past identity
living life until we become old
however be yourself until the infinity
made out of clay to fit a mold
not always molded how we would want to be
well, most of us share the same mold
but the mold gets boring for society
hold mold
told fold
gold bold
Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness,
to forget yourself, to banish the bitter thoughts that weigh you down.
How can you create love, my love, to live, to suffer in this summer,
which presses on you like a sea with its colossal, unforgiving weight?
The burden crushes you, dragging you into the black earth of deep pain,
leaving you there, unfulfilled and completely alone, lost in silence,
knowing I will not return, for longing is an endless ocean
that drowns hopes, leaving you to seek light among shadows.
You wove stories in silence, illusions to protect your heart from deep wounds,
but this summer is an eternity of suffering, a time that never ends,
you wonder how to find love, to make it bloom on this barren land,
where the echoes of my footsteps have died, leaving only traces of lost time.
Between dream and reality, you struggle, not knowing whether to turn back or move forward,
for your soul is a battlefield between love and forgetting,
but perhaps, in the shadows of this summer, you will find a sliver of light,
a new beginning, to rediscover yourself, to rebuild dreams and be reborn.
Try to take all of my fakeness
I will never submit to your goodness.
Space and time emptiness in your eyes
I have disappeared into my own shadow
to find someone like you.
Stare into my center gut my core
frightened I have become for your love
I can discover my kind within your blindness
kindness isn't truth innocence isn't empty breath
i have found my weakness my own body mold.
She waited as her brain burnt her body to a crisp.
Shaking as time passed, she just won’t relax.
Her heart is in the hands of one’s fist.
He ran far away, until one fateful day
He couldn’t keep living without her.
?They pushed and they shoved,
but never fell out of love.
I suppose no more needing to chase her.
Now the two never part,
just like at the start.
Conjoined and molded together.
frozen harden hearts
soften by God's Holy Hands
mode me renew God
~
take this bitter cup
clear make new mine mindset heart
give me a new start
~
God renew mold and
shapen my harden heart so...
that I be revived
10/14/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
There sits the City Gold
Where robbers ne'er grab hold,
Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold.
There sits a lava moat
Not passable by boat
Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope.
Outside the people scheme
As wise as any seem,
To enter, distant dream.
And there the doctors sly,
Sell passage to passers by.
Yet all who purchase, die.
This city, see, is truth.
Those lofty minds in booth,
They're selling dreams as proof.
And yet the saddest part,
When science falls apart,
And might, and math, and art,
Is entrance granted free
To all who'll come and see
This Hebrew on the tree.
a carcass is moving
out from the white of the eye it is
so all-consuming
dots form in lines on the absentee spine
dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing
the bruises and rind and the opal contusions
they fire with pus and with derelict mucus that
rises in shape as if living and human
adorned in the fumes as mycelium blooms and pours
wings form from mold stocks that spew from the local pores
leeching the fluids the carcass now wizens forth
reaching the sky with a forest of open sores
sink in the bleak rims of deep skin have peaked
they churn sinkage and reak sin that bleeds from the meat
and it turns as it sings and pulls taught and it dreams
knots drink him and blink in with pinkeye beliefs
Intellectual larceny
the academic elite
Immune from indictment
inured and effete
They swing their false knowledge
like weapons to maim
The truth left in ashes
— their lies to inflame
(Septa R5: February, 2024)
Take me as I am, my love,
And make me what you will,
For I am but a clay to mold,
To shape with your sweet skill.
I offer you my heart and soul,
To cherish and to hold,
To take me to the highest peak,
And make me feel so bold.
Wrap me in your tender arms,
And let our spirits soar,
Together we will reach new heights,
That we've never known before.
Our twin flames burning bright,
With a love that's pure and true,
A bond that's meant to last a lifetime,
A connection like no other, just me and you.
So take me as I am, my love,
And make me your own,
For with you by my side,
I know I'll never be alone.
Our love will grow and flourish,
As we journey through this life,
Side by side, hand in hand,
Through all its joy and strife.
So let us embrace this moment,
And make it ours to keep,
For with you, my twin flame,
I know my heart will always leap.
Rainy days are fun, except for me who catches a cold,
Rainy days are winter's best friends, they fit like a mold,
Droplets in rhythm, I long for a flood,
I get a shower,but end up in a fold.
The company made the most perfect soap mold.
It was a beautiful baby, sleeping, and it was gold.
They tried to sell it to everyone they knew.
No one would use that soap though her reputation grew.
Maybe we could sell this mold to make chocolates one suggested.
These chocolates were not eaten, as discovered when market tested.
No one wants to eat a baby or wash one a way in a shower.
This perfect soap mold had such enormous emotional power.
What about pendants? Someone said. I would like one.
Having a pendant of your own baby would be more fun.
So, the perfect soap mold went into a closet way below.
No one remembers it any more, this is how things go.
MASTER ARTIST
What an artist uses to shape and smooth his sculpture
Is what God will use to mold and carve our character
The artist takes his time to design or pattern perfectly
So in the end a splendid replica we see
Man can never be his shining best unless
His Master's hands guide him to complete success
And since our bodies, minds and hearts are His
We can expect the very best there is
So let our Creator make you sound and right
For you are precious in His holy sight
The resulting replica is bound to be
A special prize that will last eternally
Copyright, Kathryn Search
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