The scout tent lit alight,
the dear diary burns bright,
go ask Alice,
mortal fears
no longer children.
Thou shou not weep
Thou shou reap
Strangers lurk in playgrounds
echoing such innocent sounds.
Chain me up sister,
its a red fiery full moon tonight,
and sunken no longer are my eyes
as you dance in the pale of sun,
with the full delicatessen
of glowing freckled numbing pins.
The porous strands of devious sins
My werewolf hairs stand up within
Thro song land anks thor fall e thish;
Fy morpoise pere his ow nulfilled.
Fespecially e thackerel:
Mes, yose tharticulary pilled.
Ne wall sheturn ro tairer feas;
Se wip flour ails, tand ave woodbye.
Gand ould shou yever ome cour ay,
Wease pling brore mish, fes, ying brit igh.
Zip Zap Zung and Zing
Poem made with a ding
Hip Hop Hulu Town
Word Play goes down
Whip whir twis shou
Shake your boots all abou
Fine time you will have
Fun with most dim and lav
drop off a corn store
Iowa magi show bee fore
bun wag and ring toss
fun with word play keen goss
Zip Zap Zung and Zing
Buy in bulk ding dong ding
Hip Hop Hulu Town
Word play goes down
There is a poem in my heart,
that beats in different dialects.
Da ist ein Gedicht in meinem Herzen,
which flows freely through my veins.
Il y à un poème dans mon cœur,
that tickles the tip of my tongue.
Existe um poema no meu coração,
which dances with a million sighs.
Wo xinzhong, youyi shou shi,
that is suppressed by emotionless expression.
Mery dil mein bi aik nazam hai,
silent, as it cannot be heard through speech.
Jest wiersz w moim sercu,
unwritten, as it cannot be read through words.
Am o poezie in inima mea,
that hides behind a dynasty of lyrics.
Det er et dikt i mitt hjerte,
which only serenades internal chambers.
Yparxei ena poihma sthn kardia mou,
that conducts symphonies with my mind.
V moemy serzi jyve poezia,
which may never be understood.
Mei wor echo kèn non ngasangasei,
that whispers words for my beloved.
There is a poem in my heart,
because my heart is a poem.
The Silent One
25 April 2018
Millionare Wendell Rand married socialite
Heather Duncan and had a child Daniel
In an expedition to again seek out K'un-L'un
Daniel's mother and father dies in a plane crash
Daniels survives nearly dies on a snow mountain by
Found nearly dead by K'un L'un Monks, revive
Child trained in and is a practitioner of marial arts
Now a man this Daniel Rand
He wields the force of his Chi
Guessing that the heart provides life energy
To a Shou-Lao through the dragon-shaped scar
Burnt on his chest, now his crest
Sort of a trademark
Unconscious attain the power of the Iron Fist
By fighting defeating the dragon Shou-Lao the Undying
Molten heart has been torn from its body
On his chest Danny covers scar with his own body
Hangs on until Shou-Lao collapses and dies
Process burning a dragon brand into his own chest.
Now he's the Imortal Iron Fist
3/22/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Crying none stop
A river full of tears
A pain in your heart like a heavy burden over your shou(we've heard you)
In your own funeral crying
Slowly committing suicide
Crying for help but you seem invisible
(we've heard you)
Slowly giving up on life
With nothing but tears in your eyes
You starve happiness
You sleep tears
(we've heard you)
We've heard you cry
We understand your tears
Dancing on the stage of sorrows
Voices whispering suicide
You have nothing but tears
Gave up on life voices in you speaks suicide
Problems higher than the mountain
Your life is a stormy sea
(we've heard you)
Doesn't mean if we don't help you now we didn't hear you
Oh no; we've heard you
You were Loud and clear
We just making plans
Waiting for the right time for the plane to land
(we've heard you)
wayra
An inheritance
makes my life easy to live.
Headaches? heartaches? no hindrance
no hedge, I have money.
I long to know logic in life.
A door falls open
Entering I find the best
of friends, food, festivity...
lasting until midnight.
alarms alert me to wake up.
A second door, closed,
boasts the note, "key is within".
noticing no knob, I sense -
there is no keyhole here?
and muse upon this mystery.
The third door is home
where I rest without relief.
Wealth, words, Weltanschauung
keep up their steady pace
provoking my peace with purpose.
Determined to know
the key to that second door,
I crave, I coax, I call on
experts within my realm.
My money soon meets its Master.
Beating on that door
wrestling with my God.
Erelong hidden latch loosens
missing pieces float free
golden keys to liberty.
Author’s Notes:
Weltanschauung
[velt-ahn-shou-oo-ng] noun German.
a comprehensive conception or image of the universe and of humanity's
relation to it, a world view.
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