Bliss
a phase where we are continually happy
where those people
who are routinely making your relationship
difficult are eased with the promise of one
reaping the rewards of a successful endeavor.
when the stage is set and those who wish you happiness
can know longer narrate or meddle in
the two Lovers lives.
When the ink is casted
let the honeymoon began.
She bought both her flute and oboe
on the honeymoon.
She had me crawling on my oboes just to
get next to her.
Every time I started smochie hoochie
she blow the flute.
I kissed her cheek and she blow the oboe.
I had to get a sing with her to stay outta trombone: I bassoon it's
part of the honeymoon phase. Being inspired and all. But staying interested meant staying in tune
but hat's all n the Bliss of romance.
It's all about romance and being romantic!
The Tip on Table Seven was from the Guy I told this
Story too. He to was
on his honeymoon.
The Gal's went outside clownshow.
Too many insect out there for me
I came inside! She out there in
th Gally get-up: Dudes lookin all up on her:
Let me get out there:before she start
smiling up in somebodies face!
See you around man!
Clueless
Its they're typical life,
Judging a child's side,
Corrupting our minds,
Without knowing our real lives.
They keep you an eye,
Watching like you're a fly,
As you fake your smile,
Just to qualify.
They will act like, Its they're bodies, and not somebodies.
Making sure that you're a copy of an ideal body,
How can we be called a community,
If we were an exact copy of somebody.
I will never understand, Why they cant ever stand,
Us being not flawless,
They're acting so faultless,
While we are all clueless.
Born in the broken hut of an old story
he persists as a writing,
as words hammered from his own breath.
There is not enough
of the right kind of madness in the world,
too much reasonableness has led to
an increasing violence.
He spoke as if he knew,
but the writer but scribbled his mind
barely thinking, only persevering.
He arrives in the cradle of each morning
fully clothed in words
as a somebodies best and worst idea
yet
only the most keen eared of souls
will know how deeply
he is walled-in
by dread and an appalling silence.
the first frost makes you wanna hug somebodies
standing out in the elements separate
the wet moist cold lips makes you wanna kiss
those brighten eyes lit so shines, there's no apologies
Come here my love let's be
WARMTH
12/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
It's not very nice to gloat
When anybody rocks somebodies boat,
But some people are bad
And I am glad,
When it's Trump's, a senile old goat!
She says she doesn’t
Doesn’t believe it
Love is impossible
Everyman she’s dated
All minds were deflated
All they want to do is bump and grind
You can read between the lines
You really know what I mean
Sexual gratifications
Never a vacation
All they want to do is bump and grind
You know what I mean
She is more than just a object a sex toy
She’s somebodies sister, daughter
So in remission
She awaits marriage
Maybe one man will have the courage
To do his husbandly duties on the honeymoon
Cause nobody’s gitin any sugar in their Kool-Aid tonight
Well praise God (Go sit on some ice boy and take a cold shower)
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Only History
You name historical figures
And the they endured
It’s almost you wanna be them
Named you a wannabe
Reliving your trauma
Making it mine to suffer
As they did and you do
But remember this dear victim
They were all somebodies
While you’re a nobody
Pain is pain trauma is trauma
Status is status a loser is a loser
Enough said there
from LIZARD SNAIL 124K
Nick Armbrister and other writers
out late 21 or early 22
All 8 billion of us
have mental illness
some
subtly
so
others profound
its a matter of degree
of shade..
some reach out - adapt
become chefs-CEOS- presidents
others curl inward
cannibalize themselves
crapping out
psychopaths
creeping about
raking fangs along
our plump peace cloud...
We've emptied asylums
population at critical mass
somebodies gonna crack
lay twisted neck upon the tracks
derailing society
plucking lives
off the vine
before
they're
ripe
So many people I can barely feel myself breathe
There is an anxiety, but also a joyful anticipation
What is happening? Who knows? Who can see?
I try to push my way to the front. It is great to not wear masks.
Is everyone vaccinated now? I ask, wondering about the Covid-19.
Someone laughs. A group of somebodies actually. No one is wearing masks.
My heart feels lighter; I am carried away in the throng,
Where we are heading, is anyone’s guess. I do not care really.
I have things to do, people to see, places to go.
I am alive and the pandemic is over! I want to dance
But I am pinned in, cannot squeak out of this crowd.
We are jelling into one lump like a can of beet jelly.
Where are we going? I ask again. Starting to feel nervous now.
No one answers. There are gallows ahead. Ten of them.
I look at the guy beside me. He is looking forward, not noticing.
I start to have a bad feeling….
There is nothing in my eyes as dear as your form
You are the rhythm of life every moment
I know you are beyond my limits
But I can not forget you
The mind says it will see someday
I also remember that my soul would be lost
Why not get some sleep in the middle of the night
Do you share my sleep?
Then a shadow went across the ground
I tried to see the same and went outside
There the sky flourished with stars
Ghosts of somebodies dancing in the clouds
It is a beautiful paint of my spirit.
Years of heartache
Living a soul-destroying life,
While being a child and
Somebodies wife.
Isolated from the world
Feeling trapped, but not kidnapped.
Found my way, I shall not sway
I know now, all will be okay.
Time to heal
Time to repair
Focused I am,
Now that I care.
Strong I am,
stronger than you,
with all that, I’ve been through.
I forgive, forgive for all
This is the new me
And this is my call.
Free I feel
No burden no more
I’m free to live
happy to the core.
Forgive those, who do bad
In the end, their life will
Be sad,
And a clear conscience
you will have.
You preferred the milestones of life
House, kids, somebodies wife
I preferred the simpleness of our mile markers
pitter-patter of running feet
1 mile
then the beep
sweaty brow
Bright clear eyes
tip toes
as you come in to celebrate
with a kiss
running with you is pure bliss
i preferred to celebrate
each mile with you
my love for you
was simple and pure
I wish the immensity of it you knew.
This sh** makes me f*******g insane,
I'm gonna cut somebodies throat,
Or wrap a belt around it until they f*****g choke,
Maybe, tie them up somewhere,
setting them on fire,
Hanging the mtha fcker from a tree,
using rusted barbed wire,
Beating in their f***g face,
to the point of un recognition,
Or draining them of all their blood,
inside their moms kitchen,
Sadistic thoughts of the family,
sitting all around,
Just to ensure their screams and cries,
are the bastards last f***g sound,
I wanna tape their eyes open,
and stitch their filthy mouth shut,
I know by now everyone is running,
thinking this b**** is f****d up,
Not near as bad as this thought of,
making their loved one do the deed,
and if they don't wanna cooperate,
they can just watch each other bleed,
Maybe I will leave it in my memory,
or should it be recorded?
I'll send a copy, 1st class to their mom's
b***** should have had them aborted!
Love and affection makes the world turn babe,
to go with out love, is, maybe is a cold grey glove,
drab ending of days no direction,
no point in being somebodies slave
which makes sad dull in perfection.
find and connect the one perfect love,
to give a sad life some connection.
Don
(I remember some old love movie where it went from colour to black n white on the Broken heart part}
Squealing tires could mean many things.
Somebody is chasing or being chased.
or somebodies just blowing off steam.
Sometimes screaming cherries and bullets
are the next thing.
Suddenly everything's quiet as a winters' nest.
Sometimes squealing tires are prophets of death.
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