Please kiss and run, my only son
Her body is on fire.
Water rises,
Whisky on the table,
A unique type of gold in a glass,
That type of woman isn’t in your social class
Moments like these are meant to last
No money to spend, but time to kill.
My only son, a fall from grace,
Or a plunge from the hill
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher:
That girl is on fire! Try not to diss
A battle beyond hopelessness for a woman in the ghetto
A segment of labor and a segment of pain
My son it appears that you are navigating your life
In a fast pace of unsophisticated women:
...
1 Peter 5:8 Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
- UnseekingSeeker
I pledge myself to You
I sign this covenant
with the eyes of my heart open
step through the veil you rent
The logical mind cannot fathom
the love you feel for us
So believe we with our souls
the seat of love and trust
For all your mighty power
you do not see with the eye
without fovea, cone and rod,
without retina besides
To you we have no gender!
No color, race, or social class!
For “the last shall be first
and first shall be the last”
No deformity will challenge
your choice to know us and care
Nor the price we pay for clothing
we stand before you bare
The minds of men are unequal
to the task to comprehend
Yet with the soul, the heart
we can truly understand
We catch a tiny glimpse
when first our eyes behold
the gift of a child placed
in weary arms to hold
In the eyes of a bride
as her beloved husband to be
Swears his vows of love eternal
and fierce fidelity
So this covenant between us
of love and loyalty
I pledge not just with my mind
but with all I have in me.
we write as if it is our last night
we write whether it be with lead or ink or typed
we write alone or in a crowded environment
we write come rain or sunshine
we write because we want our stories to be told
we write through every phase; it is universal
we write even if our voice is never heard
we write when we are loved and when all hope is lost
we write regardless of our social class
we write because it feels wrong to stop
we write because it helps connect us
we write because we are all writers at heart
we write until our last breath on earth
social justice is a class act
talking is a social class act
a crime is a class act
talking a crime is talking a social crime
talking a crime is talking a social justice
justice is a social justice
justice is a social crime
justice is a class act
a social justice is a social class act
the talk of a crime is the talk of a petty crime
a petty crime is a petty class act
crime is a petty crime
crime is a talking petty crime
a petty crime is the talk of a petty crime
act is acting a class act
act is acting a petty crime
social justice is a petty crime
social justice talk social justice
social justice talk a petty crime
social justice talk a crime
talk is talking a petty crime
Can you hear what I'm hearing?
I hear a cry, loud and clear,
blowing across the nation from sea
to shining sea; from the lowlands
and valleys in the east to the
highlands and mountains of the west.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
From New York City to San Francisco,
Miss Liberty feels a threat. Her bell rings
out far less Bill of Rights. I hear cries
of agony dressed in fear and protest.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Such a cry can only be sounded by those who.
have tasted the sweetness of freedom and would
rather die than live without its liberty.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Such is not a cry encumbered with a thirst for
things material, but rather one from the soul,
bleeding red, white, and blue tears enough to
fill the nation's lakes, rivers, and reservoirs.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Hear ye well, every social class, rich or poor,
educated, elites, or commoners. We do well to listen
to the soul's cry. Such a cry cannot be bought or sold,
will never go on vacation, be placated, or evaded.
It is the CRY OF THE SOUL!
Seconds after shaking my head
in benign amusement,
I got it,
our social class was a major determinant
They taught
and made claims they helped dyslexics
Mr Cavalry was one such
and Mr Depieu was rumoured to have taught in a French Colony
Time will discreetly raze their self sacrifice
Headteacher Tuffnell on BBC Panorama
Listen to the ear to gain insight
and to your Reproduction lessons
of eternal rabbits multiplying
Of November poppy's
representational gallantry,
and who loved the Stones over the Beatles
and of CSE's
your perfect social class strata
And Mr Tom Dodds your eternal
teddy boy arts teacher
Doris's cause of death will probably be:
Dementia, at age 100
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death 100
Probably cause of death Dementia
Other likely causes Cerebrovascular Disease
Chronic Lower Respiratory Disease
Lung Cancer
Noteworthy funeral attendees Anthony Maya Garcia, aged 101 - husband
Basic Information
Name: Doris Read Well Garcia
Nickname: Old Doris
Reason for nickname: Descriptive
Date of birth: Tuesday, 23rd Jan 1934 (Age 88)
Star sign: Aquarius
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social class: Middle class
Religion: Christian
Education: Some college
Course: Sports science
Political views: Far right
Relationship status: Married to Anthony Maya Garcia
Career path: Athletic
4/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the First World Man
He’s got his looks and he’s got his books
It’s time to hang the rich from hooks
It’s ragtime for nobility
A dirty call-to-arms
Get back to true civility
And the world of timeless charms
The Kings must bow their dying heads
The peasants must take back their bread
Get ready – it’s our time instead
To wake up in four-poster beds
It’s ragtime for nobility
A national parricide
Loot every last facility
And take this baby for a ride
Ragtime –
So flag down the junkman
It’s Depression-era bliss
All over, all over again
Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the Third World Man
Time to adopt his own green tongue
And carve tribal scars into our young
It’s ragtime for nobility
A bloody call-to-arms
A rite of male virility
In the face of modern bombs
Ragtime for nobility
Goodnight to the past
Conform each’s ability
To a new kinda social class
Officers and Gentlemen
I think this was the name of the movie I saw a romantic love story
of an officer aspirant and his girlfriend who worked in a factory.
When he passed his exam, he walked into the factory claiming
his trophy.
It was ever so romantic, brought tears to many eyes, it raised
a social class issue here, the movie was made before the woke
mentality and Me-Too took hold.
His friend who also studied to become an officer had a girlfriend
whose dream was marrying an officer.
He was not that keen to be one, broke off the study and told her
they could get married now buy a house and have kids
A sulk walked across the girl’s face, and her dream was crushed
She didn´t love him, but the illusion.
She refused to marry a mere civilian.
Devasted, he understood she had not loved him, her words
of love was fantasy walking down the high-street, arm in arm
With an officer.
The young man felt betrayed and lied to boked into a hotel
got a room and, later that day hung himself.
Green turtles are listed as, endangered
and are mainly found, in tropical and sub-tropical sea oceans
they are one of the largest sea turtles, to have ever embraced our oceans
and are the only Sea Turtle herbivore, and a great sea ocean mentor
Green turtles graze on seagrasses, that helps maintain beds of seagrass
and when they have digested, going to the dunny release’s vital nutrients
for many species of plants and animals, as they thrive with stimulants
and seagrass beds are nurseries, for species to amass their social class
Sea turtles need beaches for nesting, but humans are encroaching
and they harvest their eggs, and hunt the adults for greedy investing
Coastal development, vehicle beach traffic, and other human activities
are destroying sea turtle nesting, and climate change is male declining
Blue sky on day light
Multi shape of grey, white clouds
Randomly transfer
Dark sky at nighttime
Sparkle stars spread in vague screen
Moon isn’t ever full
Behind dark and blue
The Man’s eyes cannot attain
But an endless guess
Universe gobbles sky
That covered anybody’s head
Man’s faith since his birth
The ritual faith that
Originated the social class:
Man stoops other Man
Might the souls fly high
To bind on clouds, moon or stars
Since there is no sky
I asked
what do you do for a living
and there was silence
I asked again
socially
just to fill the empty spaces
this time to find a silence
before he said
*********** with a pause
child ***********
do you mind.
Once painting a house
in trade for a much appreciated car
I pulled a bed out
to discover
soft
padded
metal rings
chained on every corner
what are these I asked
not socially for I was really curious
I didn’t need to know he told me
hiding his padded handcuffs
deep under the covers.
Walking home one night
I found myself yelling foul mouthed
fear filled obscenities
at two laughing boys
as they ran their car straight at me
no deviation, no variation in line
just the screech of the oil pan
the spray of hot oil
hissing onto the street
as it hit the tall curb.
not thinking
they meant to kill me
not thinking of pain
not thinking of deviations
or small deaths
some days my naiveté’s frighten me
if I have the words.
* the vocabulary of a particular social class, language, social class….
Robert's cause of death will probably be:
Corona Virus, at age 20
~ Character Cause of Death Profile ~
Death
Probable age of death
20
Probably cause of death
COVID 19
Other likely causes
Heart Disease
Diabetes
Liver condition
Noteworthy funeral attendees
Trisha Patsy Vau, aged 19 -girlfriend
Virgil James Cull, aged 81 -friend
Basic Information
Name:
Robert Micheal Best
Nicknames:
Bobbie / Tall Robert
Reason for nicknames:
Derived from Robert / Descriptive
Date of birth:
Thursday, 6th Jan 2020 (Age 20)
Star sign:
Capricorn
Nationality:
British
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Social class:
Middle class
Religion:
Atheist
Sexuality:
Straight
Education:
Some college
Course:
Sports science
Political views:
Far-left
Relationship status:
In a relationship with Trisha Patsy Vaughan
Career path:
Athletic/Profession Poet
a fiction write
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A white Santa showed a child the skin tone of the top brass
A white doll to an innocent black girl contrasts ugliness
A white wedding was beauty redefined as a cloak on a lass
A white Jesus, before we repented, repainted righteousness
A white collar is how we elevated and segregated a social class
A white angel flew from heaven and misrepresented its race
A black me is fighting a mind conditioned to be last
A black me is sometimes a victim of an innocence of whiteness
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