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.
you are a fire
an endless light
so guide me home
I'm yours tonight
and if I stay
I'll keep you safe
from the troubles
that make you wake
so here's my wish
for tomorrow
we'll make a list
dreams to follow
and if it takes
more than a day
we'll take our time
and that's okay
we've time to kill
more than ever
I hope it will
take forever
It’s a lovely winter’s day, isn’t it
Gotta spend it the same way as I did
Yesterday and days before, what a thrill
Hope to find today some more time to kill
Off I go, with some money to burn
To the Spar and back again to my home
Got a little celebration to throw
Put some music now I don’t feel alone
Honegger’s 4th, why not, just for fun
Then I may incline to Band on the Run
Then it can be Free, or Bad Company
Something that is much admired by me
Wine and music, watchers films on youtube
Seaside towns, with narration on mute
That’s my day, and yours might be quite the same
Play it loud, before the night ends the game.
Don't give it out
What you don't want
What you're getting
You gave time past
Your input creates
Your output doubled.
Galatians 6:7-8
Do not be deceived
God cannot be mocked
A man reaps what he sows
When the clock ticks
Times unviel it all.
Ecclesiastes 3
Time to be born and to die
Time to plant and to uproot
Time to kill and to heal
Time to weep and to laugh
Time to mourn and to dance
Time to search and to give up
Time to keep and to throw away
Time to tear and to mend
Time to be silent and to speak
Time to love and to hate
Time for war and for peace.
A fly that always evades us.
We are in a rush.
With no time to kill a fly.
One that is already about to die.
So we leave it to land on the sink.
We leave the house to get away and think.
Flys, wasps, and other horrible things.
Are what the outdoors seem to bring.
We always get a swarm.
Which happens when it’s warm.
Opening the screen drives me mad.
Why are the mosquitoes so bad?
Why is it never a pretty butterfly?
Why is it only the gross bugs that get inside?
Centipedes and spiders.
I don’t like either.
But when I see a fly in a web…
Maybe some bugs are better instead.
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
The summer looms, with days to fill
Since things are not routine.
No school means extra time to kill;
No rules to intervene.
Yet structure helps to pass the time,
So people won’t be bored
And having fun is not a crime;
It is its own reward.
Once plans are made, it’s extra nice
To set some time aside
To laze around and roll the dice,
For life will be the guide.
(To be sung to the tune of "Cruella DeVil")
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla
She’s better for you
than a sleeping pill.
Need sleep? See
Vanilla DeVil.
She’s simply plain;
if she were some ice cream,
she’d never be
an interesting one.
No caramel swirl.
No flavor has this girl.
She is the antidote
for having fun!
A humorless girl,
such bad company.
She hates to go out, so
what good is she for?
Avoid her when you have
some time to kill.
Vanilla Vanilla DeVil.
Vanilla DeVil, Vanilla DeVil,
If she cannot bore you,
then nobody will.
With her, you’ll never
ever have a thrill.
Vanilla, Vanilla DeVil
Tick tock
The seconds sound
Minutes pass
Hands go round
Watched clock
Hours fly
Days disappear
Nights go by
Tick tock
Weeks come and go,
The pendulum swings
To and fro
Watched clock
Sand falls
Months turn into years
Life calls
Tick tock
Time doesn’t stand still
Watched clock
No time to kill.
There's nothing better than a steak,
Providing it's spiced with care.
Whether ribeye, filet, or strip,
Just make mine medium rare.
Then you have your feathered friends,
Either turkey, duck or chicken.
You can bake or crispy fry,
The Colonel says it's finger lickin'.
And don't forget about the swine,
Barbequed chops, loins, or ribs.
If you slather it with sauce,
You should always wear your bibs.
So meat me in St. Louis,
If you have some time to kill.
You best believe before you leave,
You're sure to get your fill.
Born in the back of a Buick,
The same place I was conceived.
My parents didn't have much,
But in love they really believed.
They drove all over the country,
In the Regal of my birth.
Whenever they got the chance,
They gave it all it was worth.
Parked in a vacant lot,
Or on the side of the road.
At every single rest stop,
Made love in their humble abode.
On top of the hood at night,
And under an overpass.
Sometimes they'd even do it,
While they were pumping gas.
In the middle of the day,
Or beneath a starlit sky.
They'd even do it driving,
As other cars passed them by.
Once in a traffic jam,
I want to make this clear.
They had some time to kill,
It's the reason why I'm here.
Those were the days my friend, how blessed we were
Although, in past quandam days, knew it not.
Home to us was warm and dry, sound and safe.
Not called on to fight, we had years to play,
Free of conscripted combat ~ with time to kill;
Time to learn, time to listen, time to speak.
Clothes were brightly colourful and charming,
Hair long and flowing ~ blowin' in the wind.
Money no object ~ or so it would seem.
The world appeared to be as a fairground,
A hall of mirrors in which to reflect;
The tunnel of love was always with us.
We played our music and we rocked-'n'-rolled
Our hearts evoked by transistors not sense;
Twisting the night away, far away, lost.
We thought those days, my friend, would never end,
Timeless days of golden spring and summer.
There were no clouds to keep secret the skies.
Yet time moves on and takes its undue toll.
Some of us are carried off with the tide,
Others remain stranded on the surf's shore.
"How lucky to be here!" I often muse
For now I know a generation raised
Was never conceived to grow up at all.
Haven't got time to repay your debts
Haven't got time to remit and accept
And definitely don't have time to kill
Don't have time to wander or wonder
Don't have time to fear
Haven't got time to fumble it's not a game
These there's no ball here
Almost got time to say I'm sorry
Almost got time to rejoice with you in your pain
Haven't got time to bother you don't bring time to the game
Ain't got time to worry
Barely got time to leave And get time for no song to fruit
But tomorrow there's a pit in the rain
Time belongs to no one and no one belongs to time
How often are we depleted
And are we the changes in the seasons that we define we bring
Old time be a reason are we the reason for the change
For when we cry and we pour out all are we
dispensing sorrows repented rain
8/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
NB This is a repost original was deleted. Unfortunately I was without an internet for two days and I am truly blocked. I am sorry but I shall probably miss some poem. I can't help it.
How pleasant it was to drive out of Louisville,
Accompanied by my dearest lovely sweet Jill.
Quickly we found a vantage place upon a hill.
A stunning scene before us was a joyful thrill.
A hillside green with ferns growing near a rill.
Dotted here and there birds flew with a shrill,
Sometimes finding some rest on a far-off mill.
I saw that some people had planned a landfill,
Big beeches, hornbeams, bushes of cranesbill.
But red dusk fell, Jill and I felt the subtle chill,
To a cafeteria we went for we had time to kill.
Once upon a time I was no where
I didn’t see, I didn’t hear, I didn’t feel
nor did I know
Because I was no where,
My mother and father
Begin the journey bringing me out of no where.
As time when by bringing me to somewhere
When time will tell
To everything there is a reason
From no where to somewhere
To everything there is a season
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to uproot
What was planted
A time to kill a time to heal
From no where too somewhere.
Now we can love, we can hate
We can keep or we can cast away
We can gain or we can lose
We can tear we can sew
We can speak, we can love
We can war or have peace
From no where to somewhere,
Can we hear, only time will tell.
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