Every tenth sundry
ven-
dor owns at least a
hundred and seven-
ty free flop-
of-the line gamey
loconut
brief cakes loved by lep-
ers prying
into malty poor
pound
pay dirt
left dangling
both uncodifried
and super seeded with the wood-
en
heaped goons of small and
in-
significant re-
lated risk bakers
misusing
government fun guy.
Every time I disclose
My hearts predisposed
To the hurt that enfolds
Directing my heart to redisclose
All my emotions then re-implode
Leading me to finally explode
I know I've been like this before
Feeling, behaving, and releasing my minds whole
Yet I know this wasn’t my initial goal
To let the world take a peak of my soul
Although here I am still standing as a mold
For the next generation to reach their true goal
So those hearts can connect as one deep haul
Encompassing each and every person’s virtues and entailing’s folds
It’s not for me to distinguish this
The devils kiss makes me think I’m faking it
Id rather be in prison than be killed for this
Instead of being a woman and taking it.
I am grateful for the person I’ve become
and are evolving into every day
and grateful to all those people
who have helped
mold me along the way.
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
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
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)
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