Romance To The Feeble-Minded
A sweetheart loved by every troop,
From distant lands, outside his group.
A decade’s bond, a quiet joy,
She bore his love a first-born boy.
Then fortune turned; he took the throne,
And wore a crown of steel and stone.
The state caught fire, the borders bled,
A butcher born, where mercy fled.
He turned his guns on her own race,
And wiped her memory from his face.
Severed the ties, forgot the child,
As war ran bloodthirsty and wild.
Ten years he ruled in blind deceit,
While terror marched upon the street.
An army wild he couldn't tame,
Three years of mayhem in his name.
His eldest son, a stranger grown
Unrecognized, ignored, unknown.
For eight and forty years of dread,
The general hid from son, his coward’s head.
No vision held, no focus clear,
A feeble mind led on by fear.
Too late the waking conscience stings;
Too late the courage power brings.
Unstable man, blind or visionless
Conscience- dead, tasteless and emotionless
Led his army into unnecessary blood bath
Even in his nineties, continued lying as from the birth
Black Manta and Jayna sing's
Sexy Mermaids
Written By: Dristter A. Niente
and Lex Luthor
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"because of its inherent qualities
I don't know what to say
the ship in the harbor
follows me
every step of the way
it might sound crazy
maybe I'm insane
I saw blackbeard neath the pelmet
just the other day
I aint got no issues
she replaced theJolly Roger
with a pink and blue pelmet
I saw her blackbeard
I couldn't look away
thar she blows
I know there I go
Neath the pelmet
I saw blackbeard
Dobros get your jolly
she told us all
strangers in the night
a ship big and tall
thar she blows
and there I go
i saw a blackbeard neath her pelmet
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ple growth wood and cured resin
gives it it's sound
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The making of the Scarecrow is a documentary
Narrated by Lex luthor
Some are not given to massive flows of words.
They manage with meditations and musings.
Most of their thoughts never become words.
They are often boring and far less amusing.
They have no grandiose drive to be great.
They value the ability to be unique, to create.
They don't rush in where angels fear to tread.
Their hearts are full, but few are their words.
Most mental processing never produce words.
Their facials may not appear to be stunning.
Their inwards are singing harmonius words.
Give them time; you will hear them humming.
Give them time to unveiled inspirational words.
Give them time, and their lips will be singing.
Give them time and like a rose, they will blossom.
Give them time, and they just might be awesome.
Let them think they know me,
even if they don’t.
Let them judge me
for the things they know nothing about.
Let them talk
and speak foolishly
on things they don’t know the facts about.
If they are going to judge,
give them a reason to judge—
live for God.
Let them see that liars lose.
Let them see
what they don’t know.
God is on my side.
They can think what they want,
but when they see me prosper
in the ways of the Lord—
When they see that the judgment
they thought I deserved
never comes—
They will know
God is with me.
He has all authority
over us
and everything in my life.
So let the evil follow me,
because my God
will turn it away.
Let them talk,
and let them judge.
There is only One
who defines who I am,
who orders my steps
and guides me in His ways.
He is the only One
who has a say—
the only voice
that matters above all else.
So let the haters hate.
Let the liars lie.
Let them judge
as the world does.
Because my King
will protect me
from the evil
they try to place on me.
The lies they tell
will all unravel
when God shows them
He is with me
through it all.
So let the evil follow me—
Because my King
has the final say.
I saw a grandma's eyes doze
In her walk she stumbled
She had a calm quiet stagger
See drunk of the firewater
Oh those spirit had her stumble
She would wave as she walked like a branch , a leaf in the wind
She drank the spirits
Now my grandma was the only one
Then I saw with mine, eye rassel lawn chair
Oh , it was rare to see this woman trying to get out of there
She drank the spirits
50%, calm and quiet 50%. stammering rage, quiet
Yet on the flip side of the coin
She screamed. rated and ranted like a roaring lion
It wasn't water, it wasn't KoolAid? It wasn't Coca-Cola, or Lipton tea
Grandma don't know if you was alcoholic, but you sure was close to being near it.
Ma, grandma drunk them spirit
Lo, them there ---"the spirit of "al co hol"
Those demented the liquid
Grandma drunk them spirits
8/9/26
Written wirds by James Edward Lee Sr
leaves rustle on trees
telling us a storms brewing
can you hear their fright
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Raging tornadoes
coursing the land
They enter our psyches
low pressure at hand
To flatten our tinder
and rip out its studs
Our entry and exit
left deep in the mud
They hail from the flatlands
of thoughts we disperse
And leave in a cyclone
of verses they curse
Attempting to stop them
we close our eyes tight
But ears bid them access
— to welcome their blight
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Christmas snail was sent out with a delivery in ’92.
He had only one pace, but what could anyone do?
We did not want to insult him, so we let him struggle.
He had presents for Timmy and Tommy T.B. Tuttle.
I am afraid he did not arrive until ’97.
By that time they both had returned to heaven.
They were eighty-six when he started out.
Drat! I just missed them, snail said with a shout.
The sun follows an April shower
one bright day in early May.
A bee's got business with a flower,
but I won't write it up today.
This reporter ain't that kind of guy.
Give them privacy, says I.
A wizard can't turn silver
into shimmering gold,
and amaze us with his magic;
a fortuneteller reveals
what's sad and tragic:
as days slowly unfold.
Never put your trust in them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a chance;
hear the sound of the loud bell!
Be held by arms
stronger than a castle's walls,
it's the escape of passionate lovers;
when all crumbles around us,
didn't the gipsy see any hope
in their horoscope?
Didn't worry arise the alarm?
Everybody goes
through times of desperation,
they need deep meditation
to face another harsh conflict:
shouldn't all put up the fight?
Never put your trust in them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a chance;
hear the sound of the loud bell!
There exists a thin line
Between “you” and “them”.
To ask “who is them” is necessary,
Not asking shouts your capture.
But to ask “who are you”
Is to search for yourself
In places they didn’t expect you to look.
I said a thin line but truly, it’s thick
Knowing south when the rest only north.
In this game, losing your soul
Means taking with you the blind folded.
The ones who refuse to look the other way.
But…, thick or thin, does it really exist?
Now how about, “there exist a wall”
That separates the real and the current you.
This time the task to find
The material the wall is made of
Which will allow you to question and find,
The difficult but vital part of breaking free.
I said a wall, what if there exists nothing.
You see clearly the lines and the lies.
But you know the cost of disobedience.
And got tired of going where
The masses refuse to leave their footprints.
Tired of thorns of red zones,
You know the path, potholes and the truth.
Indeed there’s nothing, just an invisible border.
And you know it.
I know it’s a shame but isn’t it clear
That I have no possibility
To change a thing in what’s going on here
Maybe others have that ability
So either they work it out fine
Or they’ve just given it up
Whatever happens I keep my line
Preferring to drink from my cup
The private life is by far the best
Invention of the Englishman
Stuck to your own, leave all the rest
To choose what is chosen for them
To hell with that new and old rubbish
My privacy sends me stuff
That I dare sometimes to publish
You’re entitled to cry or laugh..
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