At Cubby's, the neon hums/
A beacon in the night/
A place for solace/
But now a source of plight/
I stood there, a truth on my lips, unplanned/
Asked the clerk to be kind, to lend a gentler hand/
But shadows lingered/
Where light should've been/
Through masks of smiles, deceit crept in/
Their whispers turned to chains/
Forged in lies/
A verdict handed down/
Under cold, accusing skies/
I wore the blame they skillfully wove/
Falsehoods cloaked me in stories/
They strove/
Banned from the aisles/
Where I once stood/
Falsely accused, misunderstood/
No one to believe me, no.ear to hear/
The loneliness sharp/
The injustice clear/
At Cubby's, the neon hums/
As it always will/
But it's glow feels colder/
The world now still/
In 1996 they came, shadows in the night/
Declared the case is bigger than me/
Told me not to fight/
Threats and whispers, like a storm they flew/
But my heart of gold knows, I stayed true/
A light too pure to dim/
A soul they sought to taint/
With accusations dark/
They painted me with paint/
A heart of gold, forged in flames of truth/
I would never harm anyone/
Silenced by the weight/
Of lies that cling and bind/
Yet my spirit rises, justice on my mind/
Falsely accused/
My name dragged through the mud/
But in my heart of gold/
Flows an unyielding flood/
I wish to clear my name/
To stand in light once more/
To break the chains of injustice/
And soar/
Innocence, my shield/
Truth, my guiding star/
Falsely accused/
But pure, no matter who they are/
I am an innocent soul, by fate betrayed/
From God's embrace, my spirit swayed/
Every Church, a door now sealed/
In shadows dark, my fate revealed/
Through the Qliphoth's maze, I stumble on/
Occult's dark arts, a journey drawn/
Seeking truth where light is scarce/
In void and silent war/
From the hospitals cold embrace, I rose/
Survivor of many suicide attempts, life's cruel prose/
Doctors puzzled by my breath/
A testament defying death/
Among the beasts, I roam untamed/
In wildness found, my soul reclaimed/
Enlightenment through chaos wrought/
In flawlessness, no hate is caught/
A Phoenix from the ashes formed/
By unjust hate, of the falsely accused, no longer torn/
In flawless perfection, I ascend/
Where peace and pain transcend/
i hide behind my shell
and don't say boo
until i loosen up and can be me
a simple glass of cabernet
helps chisel off the edges
rounds those prickly corners
they that keep me guarded
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Why did you do this to me/
I did not do that/
Is it because I'm not Christian, just why/
Simply... Clear my name/
I did not do that/
Why did you do this to me/
I never done nothing to you/
You robbed me of a life/
May you go to Hell/
For what you did to me/
I'm haunted and scarred for life/
Over what you did to me/
Why... Just why?/
the accused chose a circuitous explanation
it seemed to wander over under, around and through
then he added other explanations to explain the first one
we tried to follow his rationale but it was like running a maze
He never answered any of the questions directly
appeared evasive, and unsure about his whereabouts and such
the jury seemed tired of his duplicitous tactics and his wily ways
he was convicted of the crime
some did not know if he was guilty
but he was so unlikeable
they liked the idea of putting him behind bars
It was never my intent to collect the creepy crawlers
but I couldn't make myself swat them with a broom.
I thought they might be useful one day, on brawlers
who make trouble, like aphids on roses in bloom.
So, the meshed bag became the receptacle I used
to keep them alive. One by one, I joined them together
but fed them daily. Of spider abuse I'd not be accused!
I watched them interact in the prison tied with a tether.
There was no fighting among them when there were three
Respectfully, they kept their distance in separate corners
even when I threw in a fly, a moth and a tiny dead flea.
I wondered if they died, would there have been mourners?
It seems arachnids could teach humans a lesson in humanity
When my bag began to move on its own, I knew it was time
to set them free. You may question my sanity and the inanity
of releasing the creatures but keeping them would be a crime.
Where would they best be turned loose in one fell swoop?
The rose garden! Infested with pests on which they'd feast!
I opened the bag carefully and they marched as a troop,
conquering heroes of the Rose War, each bug eyed beast!
It is not the kind of conversation that is exigent to the circumstances.
When questioned, we could have feigned its importance, but why?
It was a superfluous conversation, and no one should have asked.
But the police detectives did, because there was a murder to solve
Mrs. Peets, the main detective used multifarious methods to get us to talk.
Attempted to get us to confess to what we had been sharing in the booth.
One look from Migs, our ringleader squelched us immediately.
Migs’ rare effulgence has elevated him to sovereign of our little gang.
Miss Bee, another detective played with the amaranth on the table.
I watched tiny purple buds fall onto the white linen tablecloth.
I am pretty sure this plant is pestilent, but kept my mouth shut.
They both tried to foment discord, but we were slick and walked away uncharged.
Your trial comes not from God
please be not confused James 1:13
Because at present Gods will incomplete
don't be by Satan subdued
God will in his own timeline act
in a way beneficial to all
We have the opportunity to show God
our love unselfishly answering his call
Not bought with reward as was said of Job and extended to all as they groan
You and I give our answer
When our love without profit is shown
We have opportunity to answer the taunt
We would serve God for what we may gain
Whether wealth or abundant health for loved ones and self Or lives lived free from pain
Soon the time will arrive to shut down
that devil for good
And won't you be proud when the day arrives
to know on the right side you stood
All good gifts comes from the Father,the Father
Of celestial light
Know that he sees you and cares for you dearly
and love him with all of your might.
He has clearly shown you he loves you
he has given his very best
Please don't doubt to help you succeed
he will gladly supply the rest
I've been accused of
Seeing you in warmth, and
Splendor of each new moment
Letting me feel what I feel,
As though I should
Feel this unspeakable portion
Like fresh fallen dew.
It melts my emotion then
Arouses it again and again -
This suspension in raw air,
I hold and carry us
Undisturbed
In quiet confines of my being.
*
She accused him of being cheap
Then calls him a nasty creep
For touching her bust
He was fill with lust
She hits him and he falls to sleep
As I emerge into view;
Into this room;
Out of the womb;
From the fallopian tube;
Proceedings walking down;
Golden stairs from heaven;
A kiss a breath of God through my mother's nostrils;
I am emerged;
I am birth;
Cursed;
a solemn utterance intend invoke by Father Adam;
Convicted a sinner from birth through his blood line;
Now freed by remissions of sin;
Confessing through the blood of Jesus Christ;
As I emerge into view;
Into this wound;
Out of the womb;
From the fallopian tube;
Proceedings walking down;
Golden stairs from heaven;
climbing, flying high upward toward the skies;
To see my God and Jesus in the heavenly at death rise unto a new birth;
I am emerged;
I am birth;
No longer accused nor Cursed;
10/4/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
She went swimming in the China Sea
Where monsters of various types could be
One bit her leg
She blamed me, Peg
Incredibly miffed, I drank her tea
Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies day for a while
Been accused of being a flirt, that's not my style
When I compliment a waitress along with a smile
No harm, no foul
I'm not on the prowl
Just trying to brighten this fillies' day for a while
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