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     My memories are now alive.
     but my words disappear.
     my old apparitions visit me.

   but my dreams are nowhere to be found
   My loves have forgotten me...

     How will I be able to live
     without my beloved companions?

Attached to Childhood

The threads we weave in the early years
Define the ties that hold our fears
Attachment forms, a hidden thread
Guiding the paths where we are led

Some reach for love with open arms 
while others guard with quiet alarms 
The past, it molds the way we love
A blueprint written from above

My paper seeks to lift the veil
To understand how patterns sail
For through this lens, we can repair
The bonds we seek, the love we share

No Strings Attached

A Blunderbirds fan Knows E Parker
Had christened his yappy pup Harker
Neighbours caused a riot
Cos it’s never was quiet
With hindsight it's name should be Barker

No strings attached

The 
light of
yonder sun
shines upon all,
bestowing its boons
without any judgment,
regardless of our beliefs,
just as Mother Earth too nurtures
all life forms which borrow elements
so why then does religion divide man?

What is religion but a thought construct,
conditioned belief that gives us hope,
whilst also shrouding us in fear,
speaking of sin and of hell,
whereas the plain truth is
that God’s agape love,
is like the sun,
equal for 
all of
us.

No strings attached

You asked for no strings attached 
So I pull at my lose threads 
I feel as though I am about vomit 
I don’t recognize who I am anymore and neither do you 
But I keep pulling because 
You asked for no stings attached 
Each imperfection is another lose end for me to pull 
…
I am smaller now I have shrunk down to half my size 
Because you asked for no strings attached 
Would you put me in your pocket and carry me around or would you put me in a box where I could never be found 
Passing thoughts so I can ingore reality
The world moves on as I wind down as I pull the last thread I hear no sound 
I see no light 
I feel no joy 
No pain no sorrow 
Nothing but a shimmering light 
I emerge  from a tunnel with all new strings 
Bound together by all that is me 
I look inside the tunnel that I had left I see you pacing around what is left 
A pile of thread that is no longer 
Because you asked for no strings attached

Song Attached Because U Drink and Drive Repost

Someone special died because you drink and drive

Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are deceased
Maybe you forgive 
Maybe you are hurting

Blue you blue drink
Driving reckless quicker
Lives are linked 
cause you can’t handle liquor

You didn’t care
You knew you were drunk
Car a weapon killing daughter or son

What if it was your mama
Or your daddy
Broken and bleeding
Screaming and crying

Wrapped around a tree
Or on the highway
What if your wife and child
Died that day?

Someone special died because you drink and drive.

Every day and holiday a family sighs
No more birthdays or 4th of Julys
No more phone calls or smiles from bright eyes
Victims who died because you drink and drive

Those who survive have hard work to do
Physically, therapy, or creating life new
advocating for cause for spiritual mending
Creating a bridge from tragedy to winning


this song has music

Re Attached Hearts-

This is a joyous day. 
I want to co-cover you 
in the Heart of God.

 Just be present share in the joy
 of this new day for your heart of hearts. 
He will always be your heart
 my wish for you because God 
is better than good to you.

 May I share and enjoy of your reunion
 You mother will always have nurture
 and embrace you your fond heart. 
This princely man a King.
 I praise God for yours Woman of God.
 You're waiting on the Lord He is renewing your strength—

RE ATTACHED HEARTS-

9/5/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

No Strings Attached

make me real the puppet ragged its master ~ no i hate wind up toys

By
David Kavanagh

No Strings Attached

An overwhelming sorrow,
no escape, not even in sleep,
only undying pain,
only overwhelming endurance.
 
Hot tears fall easily,
but I must exist;
it is your dictate,
it is your wish,
I cannot but obey
and bear the sacrifice.
 
No insanity for me, 
no easy escape
I scream at night
in love and pain
for you know well
the art of sex.
I love and grieve,
yet it is clear,
your vision of me:
no strings attached.

Soft Tissue Attached

After thousands of years
due to global ice melt in the permafrost
my carcass has been unearthed.

Not surprisingly I was hairy and
proto-Slavic.

Some idiot named me ‘Derick Specimen 974.2’,
My spirit watched as they soaked me in warm water
then froze me up again.

How many times must my remains
be poked about like this?
For centuries I have been interned,
exhumed, washed away
and bulldozed into dust,
leaving my genetic footprints all over
their dumb brains

and now some fool
looks upon my preserved remains
and names me ‘Derick’!’

Just wait until I dig one of you up
ten thousand years from now.

I won’t care how bald and scrawny looking you are,
I’ll name you: Aphrodite
even through your flaccid popsicle of a scrotum
is clear for all to see.

We Are To Attached

We are to attached
Our lives have 
many forms.
These are our remainders.
To give our stuff up
 it seems to be 
to much.
Emotional and
Physical. 
Our scars 
 We hang on until tomorrow. 
Memories from yesterday's. 
Our things we collect
 are are treasures.
 And I ask
  Can what we hold 
in our hands be 
the same.
As in our hearts
for people we no
longer see.
Do you follow me?
It just a thing
like a piece of paper
Or clothes?
 Who knows
We are to attached
that a fact. 
That why we move
on to a smaller space.
It help clean out.
 Even though we think
what a waste.
To leave behind. 
 But it happens to
all of us in good time.

National Pride and the Stigma Attached

If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist? 
Better than all those in separate places, 
a stigma attached in nationality cases 
a taboo pride for thoughtless wasters. 

But I can be proud of my team or my family, 
sing songs out loud whilst beaming proudly,  
I can be proud of my city or school, 
why is national pride the mark of a fool

If I reflect on the person I am, 
I’m not reflecting on an other man, 
it’s not a comparison of somebody else, 
my thought are of me, they include no one else 

I say I’m proud to be British and you take offence, 
because you think it means I hate the French 
but at no point in time was I thinking of France
you assume I was because that is your stance. 

It’s stupid to assume that pride is a bigot, it’s a learned assumption of intellectual limit, 
I’m not proud of it all because some of it’s shameful, 
so don’t be a fool and see pride as hateful. lol

Attached

I can’t,
it’s not worth it;
Words disintegrate fast; 
I won’t let myself get attached; 
It hurts.

No Strings Attached

Love, 
It can be your best friend
Sneak up on you and surprise you
Please you 
Misguide you
Confide and deny you 
Live and lie to you


Wherever you go
Tease you and please you
Make a slave of you 
Turn you inside out 
Never make you doubt

Love can destroy you 
in the best of ways
Bring you to the highest peaks
Or sink you low
Beneath its blue green waves


Tragic and romantic
The love you sew
Will be the love you reap
Love can curl your toes
Or break them and make you weep


Love is best 
When nurtured and grown
It can’t be forced or faked
The best kind of love is freely given
No strings attached 
When you send love into the world
And that love comes back.

Stigma Attached and Horm Humor Hatched

Stigma Attached and Horm Humor Hatched

When constructed roof appeared to be thatched,
And to it would see some sticky stigma attached;
First had to lunge,
Then into pool plunge;
Having happened after Horn Humor was hatched.

Jim Horn

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