Ruthless Poems

blood transfusion

virtue is nothing claimed
nothing but acceptance
weary roads of unstable
to reach out to my mother
inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance
derangement of two, nobody understood.

the so-called wise woman said "ignore,
ignore the signals"
how could i be so ruthless
and oversee the madness
tying us through this long hall of the past
no one takes a step
neither could walk away
to break the curse and be brave
inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.

With a ruthless hand

In shadows cold, you made your stand, 
With all the nerve yet none of the spine
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

The bed you chose, I wish lies unmanned, 
A ghostly hollow of your design 
In shadows cold, you made your stand

True friends arise, they understand, 
But your treachery wears a warmer sign
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

You left me here to face the sand
Your whispered promises malign;
In shadows cold, you made your stand

Each tear I shed is carved; but you planned,
Yet still, I rise from this decline; 
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

Oh, taste the bitterness claimed, unplanned;
The price of trust—now pain entwined;
In shadows cold, you made your stand;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand

autumn in one ruthless scoop

i feel for yesterday's blooms
already withering
already past their prime
their innocence consumed
their beauty fading in the night
depleted with the passage of time
their message scattered to the breeze

how i resonate and feel for them
here for a moment then gone

Ruthless

Time is not our master; it's our measure.

I watch the hands that sweep the face,
one second at a time.
While contemplating minutes passed,
they’re silent, as a mime. 

The crawl of time is ruthless, and
considers others not.
Ignores life’s circumstances, plus
inhibits peaceful thought.

The mysteries of time abound.
All secrets so well kept.
I cannot understand its scope,
my reasoning, inept.

Time won’t move fast, it won’t move slow,
so steady is its pace.
Perception’s how it seems to flow,
its dust I can’t erase.

I know not when the clock will halt,
and move no more for me.
But when it does, I'll move into
The Lord’s eternity.

There are no days in God’s domain.
He measures time in love.
My journey ends when I’m secure 
in His sure hands above.

Ruthless

Fighting the night, 
I run to the light, 
Something hides in my chamber, 
It stealthy comes out, 
The night is recalcitrant, 
I'm relentless. 


August 12, 2023.

Ruthless

I'm planting my hopes in silent passion
A harsh winter salad I fear
with greenfly and spider
I'm waiting for perpetual  rain
and to fathom the reasons why?
you left me furlong in the mud
blonde and ruthless , 
telling me something I didn't know

Ashes

“Still got that tin box that we used to ash cigarettes in college” she asked.


"Yeah, it still carries the ashes of my tenderness that I burned with every cigarette I lit after losing you." he replied.


Silence pronged, lips touched, but this time he could not close his eyes.

Set Me Free

Oh! Just come here and see,
these hands are tied,
tied with a rope fragile than glass.

Someone, walk upto me,
I'm pleading, while I'm on my knees,
untie this knot and set me free.

I see this rope is knitted with three strands,
the first is promise, the second is hope
yet the strongest one is morality.

Losing them once made me free
and now they're back, laughing at me
waking up my lost humanity.

they're like a leash on a man
But I'm ruthless can't you see?
Oh! lost Devil rise up again,

Rise up again and set me free.

- Ruthless -

The merciless judgment
                                  where the fruit fell
                                  subject to decay
                                                 ~
                                  Trembling in the fight
                                  from root to crown
                                  hurtful and bitter
                                                 ~
                                  Fateful
                                  in strong storm
                                  causing chaos
                                                 ~
                                  With a sticky hand
                                  at the end of the dance
                                  blowing south



                                              28/09/2021
                                      Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Ruthless

I called you my Ruth,
but you refused Ruth to Root
Your name is like a silver spoon,
but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal
You are Ruthless from birth
You have no Root called Ruth.

I prefer to stand strong on the ground,
but you've sent a strong wind to uproot me
Forcing me to change my name from Ruth to Root
But you've never allowed your friend to change his name from Ghost to Spirit
Thereby eating the Corn from Maize.

I'm a humble bee,
But do not allow me Be
For the Charity is now Vanity
Taking the van to eternity
Refusing to kiss the Jesus Cross
but received a certificate of kissing your man's cross.

I have traveled to Cross River,
thereby crossing the river with cross
Visiting Ruth in the Rootless state,
Causing the head to bow like a respected axe.

Dear Ruthless,
allow me to visit you at University of Calabar
Where i will gain admission to study calabash in the University

Traveling from Owerri to Taliban
To uproot the repented Bokoharam whose name are not Ruth but Rootless in nature...

Ruthless Robber

The Magnet of  the Mind  - 
from 
Powerful Piece 
to 
Powerless Pawn 
by
Ruthless Robber - Aggressive Alzheimer's

February 17, 2021

Ruthless Vibrancy of Me

Caught up in a swift maelstrom of my own emotional dances
Showing blips and bleeps of my diabolical solid evil side, 
I began twirling myself into my usual schizophrenic frenzy 
Was the result pandemonium? Bedlam? A straight jacket?
Ruthless vibrancy flung into an enthusiastic vigor of truth, 
In a luminous way I have to admit it was merely another day for me.

Colorful Hungry Kat Eating a Ruthless Rough Rat-

the colorful, condescending cat sat on a meaty, meaningful mat while eating a repugnant, ruthless rat

the caring, contented cat sat on this a mangy, murderous mat while eating a remarkable, rough, ruthless rat


the clean, clear cat sat on a mellow, while coughing up huge horrific, heaved hairballs magical mat after digesting it…

3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.  2020©

My Ruthless Dreams Collaboration

Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
 

8-23-2019   "for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier"

Ruthless Tap Dripping

drops drip
from leaky tap
plonking annoying plunks
that bore holes in your peace, shattered
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