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Kelly Sims Apr 2019
If only hearts are deathless
And nothing much is true
I'll feed this old black dog
with honeycomb and send him home to you.

The moon is smeared on a glistening street
and orphans dance to a staggering beat
Like the clattering crawl of a boxcar.

I'm watching from the harbor, as ships cast off for the briney blue
And I find myself in that desperate hour
When I imagine that you wonder if I ever think of you

The shoreline is tilting like a drunk. As the stars fill up the tarry bay. The silence like a tubeless hymn, that fills me with a ragged glow.

I'll lay these tired bones on a bed of apple crates
And behind the lids of these sleep-drunk eyes
I'll swim the deep with a woman with eyes like wine and sparrow tongues
and memories of you

So put on your  bracelet of coral and bone and your crown of fireflies.
Let me see you dance though the mirror of ice that stole the last glimpse I had of you.

Now I will dance like the pain is a skin I have shed
And sealed in a crackling vinyl shell
Like a Billy Holliday tune in a dark empty room, or my tears at the foot of the bed.
Kelly Sims Apr 2019
Entities are a place and a time.
Time is a moment in space
Space thow is from now tell eternities.
This was my first poem I wrote at 8 years 5 months and 3 days old.
Kelly Sims Apr 2019
Being a rhapsodic (intensely emotional)creature, both gullus(bold and daring)and habil(deft and skillful).You strive for dehydropiandrosterone (achievement of full potential)in your  movements,and not expressing with coprolatia's (swear words). You refine yourself to be punurgic(able and ready to do anything)in your actions. You listen for euphonious(pleasing soft words),hopping always to not divigate(stray or digress)to what you are to become, a biblioclasm(spiritual creature) in your spirit. You are never gasconade (extravagantly boosting)in your words. But alas your neogenesis(production of knowledge )is you're  falter point (stumbling point). Your forehanded(prudent or thrifty)with your  language and badot(silly)  in feeling, but blive(right away)in your movements. Your actions are never abscitious(additional) but the pother (fuss) you give life can be an apple knocker)ignorant or  unsophisticated) and it comes to you very padsticks(very easy). Hold your kenspeck(view of one's self)to heart. Be a adroaphile (man lover)in life ,and you're always ensorcell(fascinated by someone)in man kind. Take care you might become accismus(into the opposite). Hold aponia(****** pain at bay),and always be self mindful to never Express your arcasia (lack of self control). Becase with this will be your downfall, and but as well never be forgetful of the past for this for to previse the pain(look into the future). Blively (write away) in the intermediate and live life  with an abstract vision of truth. Always remember you will never achieve a pedocock( a valve to reduce pressure) ever if you don't go to your favorite ways, being an vagarious( unpredictable  behavior) rhapsodic in you motions. Remember they can watch you with their argus eye(hawks eyes)and leave you natation(swimming)in your  Beoetian (dull) life. Always live life with a logomachy(a discussion of words)going,for with this comes success.
This poem describes me as a human being on this planet today. I'm an Autistic Savant and l really enjoy the words of man kind going forward
Kelly Sims Apr 2019
My wife is gone and our baby is crying
Oh,lord, what shall I do ?
The fields lay fallow and
the hounds they  lay dying

All my sorrows split open anew
Sweet Angeline, I never seen a vision the likes of you
But now you are gone and I must carry on
To avenge you with plots on the brew
She was taken away by old  Simon Legree

Now my Angie is buried and the child that she carried
Remains with,shining with vigor
Why were you left behind when  her body was consigned to a ditch drain
is more  than I can figure

Now I've wailed my woes up and down the town
Not one good man will take him down
Though I sing his name nine times inside this song
I seen no reparations for his wrongs

So I studied up a plan to see him suffer
For the worst he done to me, I'd  show him rougher
I hoped with him to parlay
I crept down to Legrees place
The moon looked wicked full and livid
The frost lay on the barley
The wind made 'me away so the stalks bid play a tune both bright and vivid

The wind slashed me cruel with claws like a ghoul
Till my cheeks burned hot and red
To the servants door I knew well from before
I prowled like a thief and slipped in
My jaw tight-clenched
My guts were soon wrenched
By the stench of his black den of sin

I pressed firm to the wall and soon found the hall had opened up to Legrees great  chamber
The hearth lowly burned and  my heart made a great turn
See,ol' Simon had come there to slumber

Then I  trod without noise
Though I'd fumbled my poise
To a hatch in the floor of the room
I left the wrench to snore,in his chair
In his  lair, and sank deeper into the gloom
I closed the trap above my head
And,being a good Christian, said a prayer to quell my fear
The match I held between my teeth
I struck against my stubbled cheek
The spark shot up and gradually
I saw where I had fell
The hole was like a charnel hell house
Except that some were living among those poor unhappy girls
Those seven desperate, starving women
Four of them were breathing still
One was pregnant, one was deaf
The other two so near to death
They hardly held the strength to move clear


A sickening smell right out of hell
Exploded In my skull
It was human filth, and tears and guilt
I saw that death was so close
I realized that hell ain't a place
but a mindless, gnawing fear
I knew then that hell's where Simon
Legree ought to dwell
So I said, right then and there

Sisters, there will be deliverance
Tonight, there will be retribution
The man who has done you violence
Will here taste christ's  absolution
Now gather round, here's my solution :

I loosened their  bonds and their gags
And till dawn gathered the things for a purpose

I was terribly pleased once the steps had been greased and found we had rope to surplus

Next ,I Tommy flask of roosters blood and my mask
For I knew my turn at last, with my turn to unmask the devil atlas
Then I asked my friends to paint my skin with a ruby taint
Then bark and bray like demons at their revels
Our howl's were like a breeze bourne plague
An ungodly din,to make the ceiling sag
Like someone cooking crickets in a funnel

I can proudly tell you,sir
It weren't long before something stirred
And the door flew up,and a head peered in the tunnel

"LISTEN  up ,you bitchs!"
he roared " I need your yowling like grit in my eye!"

I noticed then he had eyes like mud
He went still for a spell and my heart gave an echoing thud

Then he hooted loud and slapped his thigh
"Master ",he said,
I said "yeah  "?
He said, "mister devil "
I said ,"I like your style "
He grinned "I ain't seen you in quite a while
He shouted to his slaves for a barrel of wine
Then stepped on the gangway and chattered on  in his head
For a long godawful minute I thought the ******* was dead
But before long he sat up and shook his porcine head

" I have a taste for mortal wine ",said I " My drink is for fine blood and burning turpentine "

"Now drop on your  knees and prove that you are loyal
There's no rest for the wicked, and the slacker reaps no spoils"

I had him fetch a drum pitch instead
"Tie this rope around your ankle
Make sure it's your left" I instructed
"Can't say I understand", he  instructed  " It ain't yours to ponder.
Now rest your worry wits and do as I  command you"!

And he did

" Now, will you kindly dangle from that aforesaid left ankle?"
And I saw his skin, and it was pale as a  lady's powder
I strung him up like a side of pork
Then I approached the young lady with a brush dripping pitch
I'm real glad she me here
For the first time in so many years Simon Legree felt the clutch of fear

When I saw to it that his skin was as dark as his heart,I lit another match a d he reared up with a start

"Do you ever recall speaking these words: (I asked him)
"******* never bruise . They're skin already black  enough. Their backs are lazy and their skin is tough. You can beat 'em all you want and they'd never show it"?

Simon Legree let out a low,ugly  growl. He wriggled, and he whimpered and he shook. " Thats right?you can beat 'em all you want and they'd never show it"?
"Some fool said the meek'll inherit. Though you wouldn't know it."
Then I set him ablaze. And sent the sucker down to hell. His screams were like a symphony, if art could aspire to torture. The women licked their lips and flashed their eyes and the swelter of the beat down on me tell I felt just like a forger.

An ear- rending, soul-bending shriek went up and he  went slack and still I bowed like a good blacksmith and tears wet my face. The spectacle was better than I'd hoped

And Simon Legree went down to the devil.
Down,Down, Down, Down.
With Simon Legree.
Did you ever hear about the bounds in the well of hell
Down to the devil.

You could say that Legrees is my life's great bane. But you know, it just wouldn't tear it. So pick yourself off that cold hard ground ,'cause some of us weren't made to grit and bear it!'

I hate him every bit you do.That back-breaking buzzard with eyes like a ferret!. If love will lead us blind and such. Known that I hate him yet as much. itch.My servants of help,will blacked  you, she's a good  faithful witch
Kelly Sims Apr 2019
If only hearts are deathless
And nothing much is true
I'll feed this old black dog
With honeycomb and send him home to you.

The moon is smeared on a glistening street
And the orphans dance to a staggering beat
Like the clattering crawl of a boxcar

I'm watching from the harbor
As ships cast off for the briney blue
And I find myself in that desperate hour
When I imagine that you wonder if I ever think of you

The shoreline is tilting like a drunk
As the stars fill up the tarry bay
The silence like a tuneles hymn
That fills with me a ragged glow of you

I'll lay these tired bones
On a bed of apple crates
And behind the lids of these
sleep-drunk eyes
I'll swim the the deep with a woman with eyes like wine and sparrow tongues
And memories of you

So put on your bracelet of coral and bone
And you're crown of fireflies
Let me see you dance though the mirror of ice that stole the last glimpse I had of you

Now I'll dance like the pain
Is a skin I have shed
And sealed in a crackling vinyl shell
Like a Billy Holliday tune in a empty dark room
Or my tears at the foot of a gloomy stair.
This was difficult to  write, but I challenged my **** self to look beyond  the cliff of my self imposed lair.
Kelly Sims Apr 2019
Fear is the strongest emotion because you can die from it.Anger is the second strongest because you can see red and loose control of your self. Next comes ying and yang, the border between the upper, and lower emotions. Here is where love and pain are equal, the border. And just below that comes Spiritually. All other emotions disseminate down from these 5 super  emotions. The part that gave me the clue that I am write is that they all come in waves. Fear comes in a wave, and so do all the rest. If you notice anger and fear don't mix. Love and pain mix, but not with fear or anger. The ying and yang is the boundary. Equal and completely the opposite are love and pain. Spirituality mixes with love and pain,but not with fear and anger. This I believe is the foundation of the first and most powerful emotions that a truly balanced human  can go through. Every other emotion follows below spirituality.
If you can find a mistake in my assessment, please write a comment below.
Kelly Sims Apr 2019
Hush,baby Alice
Don't make a peep
Mama's got six little souls to keep
And if the suckling child should fall
Moma's got five sweet babes in all

Hush,sweet Jenny
Please don't shake
Your screams will all the others wake
I'll warm you a bottle
And lace it with lye
Then wipe the tears from my Cherub's eye

Hush,little Allen
Don't be that way
Mama's gonna find you a hideaway
And if that hole can't keep you safe
Mama's gonna buy you a potters grave

Hush,now,Terry
It ain't so black
Moma's gonna buy you a feral cat
And if that cat makes baby bleed
Moma's got two little mouths to feed

Hush,dear Ramona
That's a pet
Mama's got the towel all cold and wet
And if that rag can't make you still
Moma's knows a trick or three that will

Cry soft,simple Simon
There's a reward
Waiting at the end of the power chord
I've cut a notch for the tub to boil
An end to play and an end to toil

Known you are the one your mummy always truly loved
I'm sorry now now to take you last

Just know that all your pain is past
You were the one your mother loved

So,here's a kiss and,now a shove!
[Sream,splash,electrical distortion]
Things were rought in my parents house hold .Survive or die a lonely death
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