There was a man of some understanding
Who for projects wished to raise some funding
He approached men of great wealth
They told him:" Don't waste your breath."
For money we give, we ask refunding!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 June 2021
In the light in my heart I can't believe you're there
the smile of your eyes do stare to my soul
In cased trap Beauty spiritually runs through your soul
Spell refunding truce of God resonates through you so
The breath of your life heart pumping
The worship in your mind is prime
Hallelujah to your heart
In the light of this heart I can't believe you're mine
As you smile a twinkle of your eye dark lights up so
Encased Beauty abundantly more
I love your spiritual thoughts
Hallelujah to your heart
8/23/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
What kills
Are the thrills seem to have gone
Like my ever decreasing youth
I failed to use
The gift I abused
Thinking I was my God
I was entitled
My very own referee
Bingo Caller inches taller
Over all and sundry
But retracing my track's
My receipt's don't cover my taxes
Refunding pearl's in plundered shell's
Warranties have expired
Upon an ocean floor beside bald tyres
And discarded plastic bag's
On fish to snag
For 1 final thrill
Like growing up
I would kill
Glancing beyond a windowsill
Where The rain still dances upon the fresh cut grass
I can no longer smell or even tell cares
For the fresh air or sun
Bored as I of perpetual cutting and growing
Never knowing if anything else will ever take place
Or replace the 1st time feeling
Alive
Feeling
Anything but Hollow
My heart refunding is the pay
the poet with her will, not stray
accost my Faith, but don't delay
God as my vestige meters stay!
To write it not, but think the day
goes on no fetish, fools would play
their happy notes, then strum parlay
this serious soul does cutting say ~
Without the song, a poem is prey
the verse upon some canting may
inflict duress, I kneel to pray
it is that action ~ nearness way!
Assimilate the motions gay
my heart, still caught to lodgings grey
this youth of time, goes on, a fray
addicting rhyme to one relay!
God's measure, I AM, answered weigh
is sacred, certain . . . . my Obey!
It was collected with deal
It backfired with glee
Refunding with pain
Casting away the gain
Sweats burrowed the furrows
To move,we borrowed the barrows
The barons gave the limit
The fire cackled in the pit
I am hot from pursue
I'm told I''ll be sued
Who will stand for me?
It is debt!
And I am incepted
And I am shamed
That's what debt does to all.
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