2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
We are all the same,
whether we are black, brown, or white,
We are like many species of birds,
chirping our own tunes on the tree of the world.
Whether we are rich or poor,
we all have some joyful moments and some dreadful days,
one may be enjoying caviar and wine,
other may be happily surviving on a loaf of bread.
Whether we live in rich or poor country,
we all find same refuge under a mansion or a hut,
We all have the same problems of survival,
May it be earning a million or simply a few bucks.
We all are made of same flesh and dust,
we may follow faiths of different sorts,
we all have the same goal and destiny,
we yearn for peace for our soul and wait for the ultimate
destiny.
I went to a rave in Belfast, and it was barbie-themed. The girls dressed in all pink and the boys pretended to be feminists (in that typical Ken fashion). It was a whole thing, you know. I went with a German girl who I didn’t quite know, but she invited me because my hair was pink and hers was pink and we figured that made us kin. I painted my face in glitter and put on the only nice perfume I owned. I wore shoes that protected my toes. The DJ played 2012 pop music—Taylor, Miley, Demi—you know, the kind that reminds you of your parent’s divorce but in a way that doesn’t hurt too much. I bought a beer because I was homesick. I danced because I never wanted to go home again. I went to the bathroom, not because I needed to, but because that’s where drunk girls go. (I love your dress, your shirt, your hair, do you have a vape?) I danced the whole time, and they danced too. The whole room danced and I could not see my feet. There was so much pink and it really is my favorite color. My mouth never closed, my head never fell, and the lights flashed pink. Every girl in that room was my best friend: “I love you” “I love you” “I love you” “I love you.”
It’s not the same
I don’t know pain
Something in the name
I am not playing this game
It’s all the same
In Jesus name
Elohim creator made ALL THINGS
It’s not the same
The snow the rain
Clouds moisture fall
Nighttime presence never calls
It’s all the same
In Jesus name
Elohim creator made ALL THINGS
WoW is WOW no matter how
You spell it
Whether you start left to right
Or read it aloud right to left
It’s all the same
In Jesus name
Elohim creator made ALL THINGS
12/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Each day starts with hope, yet nothing ever changes
It is all the same to me
Say what you want, do what you will
It’s all the same to me
Seal your words with promises, certain to be broken
It’s all the same to me
Stay, go, do as you please
It’s all the same to me
Say you care, but act like you don’t
It’s all the same to me
It is what it is, you will never change
And it’s all the same to me
Thank you for your still laboring pains.
Thanks for the amnesia of suffering
the bedpan and the bible,
the sunny window
that ran with a watery blood
wherever the flying ducks
rushed toward your gun.
Fingertips tingle, the daily callus is softening,
becoming bearable
the way a fox forgets its trap shattered paw.
Thanks for the moonlight dispensed
in cloud-covered dreams.
The applauding grateful
must have partaken of your loaves and fishes
where hooked worms still dangle
bereft of hungry lips.
We are the tenderest of prey again,
the catch we have all been looking for.
What more can be said when gratitude runs away
with its desires still wriggling
and fleshy.
Thank you;
for your mastering love
hath consumed the apple in our mouths
and we are served up
in wide-eyed wonder once more.
Let’s go see the quilt maker my aunt suggested.
The quilter was an old woman.
I did not like oldsters, but I was polite about it.
The quilt maker had a lively sense of humor.
She and I became friends.
Later, good friends.
And now best friends.
I learned that oldsters are not all the same.
She taught me this in all the right ways.
I am now learning how to make a quilt too.
Too many times
we live in someone else's
make believe.
Truth really isn't that hard
to conceive
we spend too much time
consummating
someone else's cares.
So much time wasted
in our head,
there's never enough day
to act on changed minds.
Starting again
in the same sun rise
always surprised
by yesterday's acts.
Hearts dead set
on what ought to be.
Never considering
who you are to me.
A difficult problem
to define but always an answer
I can name.
Wrap my fingers around
and caress it ever so simply.
From atoms in the physical
to energy in my mental
the answer falls like rain
and never stains this knowing.
Gifted from the spiritual,
passed through metaphysical,
and accounted as a glitch
of what should not be.
Still the answer remains clear.
No one else has to believe
my make believe.
Can you feel it?
The way your soul shifted
and absorbed the brightness
of your facial expression.
How in the world
could anyone answer that?
I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.
But it's known all the same
Ego -- to folks today a dirty word
a notion our Creator finds absurd
Without our egos, we're all the same
~ Was Adam created with that aim
So much inflammation so much pain
The world with greedy rulers turning countries into flames
Who do we fight for who do we blame
Over and over humanity spawns the same
Still mankind from caves to spaceships creates this game
Repeating the need for power and money when it all began
The same people through the centuries bring the same shame
So much inflammation so much pain
The world with greedy rulers turning countries into flames
Who do we fight for who do we blame
I wish, while getting older, as adults we could devise...
a way to grow up and mature…but keep our child eyes.
For children do not see differences in our color, sex or name...
They hold hands and talk to everyone…
as if we we’re all the same.
Children welcome all visitors who enters through their door.
Theirs is a world of peace and love…They do not think of war.
I have no proof it would be different
but I do love to surmise...
what our world would look like today
if we had kept our child eyes?
Would we welcome all visitors who enter through our door?
Would ours be a world of peace…would we never think of war?
Would we not see differences in our colors, sex or names
Would we hold hands and talk to everyone…
as if we were all the same?
Barnacled brows shutter
aged eye
Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside
Addiction, disease
Abused, neglected
Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside
Sub par IQ
Removed from view
Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside
Scarred and marred
Disfigured, discarded
Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside
From lightest to darkest
and all in between
Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside
Every reflection
That's ever been seen
Look deeper, look deeper
There's beauty inside
The Image of God
living inside
Look deeper, look deeper
God's beauty inside
I am weak and strong
For keeping my life,
They were strong and weak
To hide their strife, and
To let death take their own life.
It is not a matter of strength,
Because the truth is
We are and were
All the same.
If we were all the same, we would not need mirrors.
Or rich people, for the wealth would be identical.
No one would be starving, for we would all be the same.
There would be no arguing about politics or religion,
because we are all the same, right?
But wait.
How would we know who to hate?
There would be no hating,
for to hate them, would be to
hate ourselves, right?
How would we know who to love?
We would love everybody, right?
If we were all the same.
If we were all the same.
Who would run the country?
We all would.
Because we would all be the same.
Would we form a committee?
Why would we need one?
We would all agree with ourselves, right?
If we were all the same.
This could fix a bunch of problems.
She always preached for them to be nice, but she never was herself.
She said “say kind things even if you do not mean it,” teaching them to lie.
They told her they would try, and she called them stupid.
They learned to trust no one.
She said respect other people’s things but she did not respect them.
She brought men into the house, and they did not respect them either.
They beat them sometimes and called them “idiot, retard, and other names,
They sometimes did worse things to them, but they had nowhere to run.
These children were learning at a fast rate how to not be a mother.
When they grew up, they all moved away, rarely coming back.
One time when they did, she had been shooting up so much,
She accidentally burned one of her newborn granddaughter’s faces
with a cigarette ash.
Her children went after her, smacking and hitting.
She said “STOP!” but they could not, so she is now deceased.
They made a pact to never tell, and they never did.
The police looked around, saw the drug paraphernalia
And decided it was a drug deal go wrong.
Nothing was done, which may have been justice.
All mothers are not all the same.
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