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My Fear of Hell
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the scorching yard of God's enemies
Where I will be slave to diabolic royalties
Like an acolyte of Warcraft Undead who summon atrocities!
To the spiritual crematorium of demons who rape
Where I will be prisoner to a jail of no escape
Like Prometheus of Greek Myth as mournful as a crape!
-03/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My destination
Royalty above the stars
How humbled I am
Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a girl’s Best friend
Diamonds, Rusted or shiny, are my best companions when times are tough
When my crystal tear drops from My Deer fawn eyes
Sparkling champagne with a bottle of red wine would do just right
On rainy nights of such gloom
Diamonds, rusted or shiny, are my best friends when my days are cold
Gold of such radiance of the Sun, Breakfast at Tiffany’s Place
I'm a lady with expensive taste,
You have to please me with great royalties.
Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold.
Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant.
Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud.
A vine in Winter;
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.
Nutrients, in a nutshell; the soil spoils me with its richness.
I shake and sip through a straw; divine all the royalties,
whilst sleeping, dreaming of a verdant summertime.
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.
Carbohydrate-filled, I don’t need much energy to laze
about in the hills, watching flakes melt upon my vines.
My time; I am expecting to thrill, when warmed to the gills.
A vine in Winter.
Just how I like it.
I don’t mind this tender time, for in due season, I’ll grow.
For now, cryoprotectants let me safely tarry. Tomorrow
is a sunny disposition, Annie; the terminus of dreamland.
Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan Iraq for these reasons I will never ever fear scum like you carrying a rubber badge you obtained from Gargano strip club on fletcher ave.in Tampa bay don’t forget who you are you are actually times 30 Gargano ran a garbage disposal strip club of females just like you only you become obsessed with my identity freak of nature back off sorry you got caught in bed with my abusive ex husband this gave you false hope that you could audition to become me after death Ha ha ha ha truly funny twisted and sick ha ha ha ha stop breaking in my home for underwear that won’t make you me dear ha ha ha ha you are very twisted ewwww thank you god for exposing this imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry Tampainian clone.
I am American
Emmitt Till buried next to my father
also unearthed next to my father
bur oaks cemetery Chicago Illinois
I never dreamed my death would be sought
For my American poetry severe corruption
ABUSE of power set my death
In the swamps to extort my American poetry
by Jamaican imposter's and a corrupt officers
niece my attacker my stalker severe repeat
violent offender seated with an arson murderer
Klansman craving my death finally murder me
and toss remains In with the alligators
Hillsborough river I must say I'm at peace
with this death because I will never ever stop
writing and allow a fatal attraction gain royalties
from my American poetry therefore I want
the world to know in thee event of my death
please check all the alligators in the swamp behind
my home for my remains and please allow open casket
as with Emmitt Till so the world can see how
I was murdered in America for my American poetry
excited daring chickadee living by the China Sea
got permission to drive in the Grand Prix
first chick to be invited in history
grandma got excited and slapped her knee.
wait a second said Uncle Lee. Is there a fee?
yes but I have earned money from my geometry.
and my books on the craziness of biology.
my UK royalties are as great as they can be.
grandma hoisted a yellow banner in her old elm tree.
said “My grandson Mike will be driving in the Grand Prix.”
friends flew over from all directions to take a selfie.
causing the whole family to go on a social media spree.
Tina was a prostitute
a lady of the night
By day she whiled the hours away
staying out of sight
Though she had repeat business
she earned no royalties
for bending over at the waist
~ or sinking to her knees
Versatility, versatility,
I have no problem with that,
But my versatility's
Not virtuosity,
Those two don't go tit-for-tat.
It's a true revelation
When my inspiration
Comes seemingly out of thin air,
But I don't analyze
I just write and revise,
I'm so happy my muse is still there.
I write both allegorically
And metaphorically,
My verses may well make you think.
Frequently whimsical,
But never flimsical,
I don't let them loose if they stink!
I love writing terse verse
And cherish long free verse,
Though I prefer verses that rhyme.
They're lyrical, comical,
Sensual, spiritual,
Whate'er be my mood at the time.
I write poems to please,
Not earn royalties,
Though I wouldn't say no to some pay,
And hope that my versatility
Will show literarily
That I have something worthwhile to say.
Author's note: I never want to put my muse in a box with a label.
Christmas Sex is on tv
It's every show the lord would see
It's lovers round the Christmas tree
It's men who'll find their women free
It's all the stories one can tell
of women, men and Christmas well...
That's not what happenen'd but will tell
the story sells at Christmas well.
And makes the viewer watch the screen
for money not for loyal scene
And takes you to a place that far
that Christmas now means you're a star
Where even actors come to be
at Christmas time when flings come free
For all commercials only breaks
What all will see the lover's sakes
As all that love was meant to be
was Christmas lovers meant to see
Their love around a Christmas Tree
and maybe paid in royalties.
So all of us can feel the spirit
were all for love comes Christmas dear it
When even actors know the cause
is for their fans to see their flaws
When only Christmas has their laws
of turning Men into their rah's
For all good Christians love their fruit
When multiplying Christ as loot.
Written By: D. Collins 7/20/21
I don't live for today, but plan for tomorrow.
Should God wake me up, another day for Darrell.
Then, I start planning for the day after that.
Cutting expenses, while increasing my stacks.
Doing it early will cover the back end.
There'll be royalties, profits, and dividends.
Note the other $$$ I didn't even mention.
SSI will kick in, along with your pension.
In order to execute, you have to put in work.
Have tunnel vision, an low-crawl in the dirt.
It won't be long before a Command Decision.
Until it turns into a military mission.
If there's a target to be acquired at any costs.
Stand down for no one, nor take a loss.
I've got it in me to keep striving for good.
A Plan to ensure I won't live on cat food.
Rise and fall of beauties
And so in a city of beauty,
There once lived her majesty,
Her dignitaries full of royalties,
And a people whose taste is quality
But suddenly the beauty
Became quaint and outlandish falling
The people filled with perplexities
Driven here and there seeking
For solution and remedies
To their fading beauty,
Meet a magician
Whose way for a cure was
An enchantment
And so he succeeded in getting all
into a deep sleep
Leaving only her majesty.
Enslave by loneliness
And years of impatience
For a cure she took of the portion
To join her people to end their ordeals
life full of ups!
And uncertain falls
Only the patient
Knows the essence
Of the present
Falling Pale extent.
For change is
constant.
But Who can wait?
In the waiting
Lies the making
And in the making
Lies the baking
In the baking
Lies the rising
Of life Falling beauty.
the poem as a hunter in spring gathers no moss and no royalties
30 Sept 2019
I give no loyalty to royalties of any earthly nation
No man made queen or man made king can be all knowing of everything
God gave us the only King His Son the Christ of whom we sing
He came was born lived taught and by man was torn
Then crusified the sacrifice for sin and from the tomb He rose again
Now sin is conquered for those who accept Him
One death and then no death ever again
Just Beautiful
Just Beautiful
Colors radiate
So lovely, tantalizing
Seemingly
Great
Righteous loyalty
Spacious royalties
8/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
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