Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.
The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.
The manic mayhem of our daily grind
is wearing our hair thin,
Somebody should take control of the truth,
but it keeps dodging questions
and slamming doors behind it.
Mark my words with invisible ink,
scratch a cat behind its ears,
somersault all you like
but we are all getting overrun
by imperfect pontifications
by the indecent Doctors of spin.
and all this endless self-questioning
keeps replying over and over again
but only in unbreakable code.
Categories:
ballers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ball,Bat and wicket
Three making thrill cricket
Ballers,Batsmen and Umpires
To differ to defend in all affairs
Batsman to sweat more to shine
Shining ball for the baller to shine
Saliva and sweat in the game twins
To shine the ball time to time to win
Saliva in tongue to sense every taste
Stinks sweat no good a waste of waste
The pair in health from time memory
Covid now to takes saliva to the mortuary
Saliva to bid a farewell from the pitch
Sweat to cover the space like putting patch!
Categories:
ballers, games,
Form: Rhyme
Honor truth
Settles the heart
Displaced young
They do start
Basket ballers hoops
Drops the love parts
aMERICA cuts the net
Ballers shoots the ball
Broken leg blurry eyes
Once again shoots a shoot
Drops the ball in game and love
Loses the game moves on
10/9/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
ballers, allusion, analogy, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
What HAPPENED to the love we had
What happened to the dreams we had
What happened to the moments we treasured
What really happened to the love you had for me
Did it just fade away like it never existed
Or maybe it was washed away with your sins; who knows
What happened to the dreams of us being parents of the same kids
The hopes we had that wouldn't just end
The dreams of us being under the same roof- or did you just wake up
The dreams of us putting on royal wears- of a King and Queen
Or putting on ballers wears; He's mine--> she's mine
I'm lost in thoughts and found in confusion, maybe its a hokum
We used to gaze at the stars together and smile
You used to say my eyes are brighter than the stars, I remember
But now I guess the darkness outshined them- you lied
Why did you let human words 'mtaachana tu' separate us
You said I'm your last but now you happier than us
I thought communication was the key and loyalty is the lock
Categories:
ballers, break up, heartbreak,
Form: Imagism
Flat screen televisions and rim spinners
Use to be a show of wealth
Gold chains and dinners
Excluded everyone else
Upstairs on round beds
Was where the magic happened
Sold out concerts with loud music
And all their fans were clapping
A fleet of cars
Identified the stars
The sky was the limit and
No place was too far
All white living rooms
Was the “Ah yeah” the boom- boom
Scar Face posters
Decorated the wall
This reminded them to always stand tall
Selling dope was over
And rap was in
Other rappers were rivals
But leeches were friends
Categories:
ballers, car, music, stars,
Form: Lyric
It's like you are already dead
your heart beats
blood runs their your veins
but you are more than brain-dead
you are dead
You walk the streets at night
selling drugs to zombies
like yourself
You avoid being seen with me
in the light
When I do see you
like the dead you don't talk
you sit in my car wearing
a hoodie like a veil
Do you know how difficult
it is to have a conversation with a dead
person
You say you miss me
but I don't feel anything coming from you
when I hug you
your touch is cold
You don't return my phone calls
You don't answer my e-mails
Like the dead
you are clean
your hair is cut
But your face is ashen and
those black eyes of yours that far away look
You spend your time with other
low-ballers and walkers of the night
In a dream
I thought I could take you to heaven
but we both fell back to earth
Your life on this plane was short
and you were born dead
destine to walk this earth alone
Categories:
ballers, miss you, missing, teen,
Form: Free verse
Back at age fifteen
was when I started smoking that green on the reservations poverty's scene
making dollars like scholars
shouting Se7en King when I holler but truth remain that we all acting big and rich but we just all broke ballers
Categories:
ballers, confusion, life, visionary,
Form: Ballad
Dang, chick, what happened?
Why you lookin and actin
Like a hoe?
No homo.
But I know so
That it ain't supposed to
Look like you're after
Ballers and rappers.
Chasing dollar signs
And lies
With your short shirts and tight jeans.
Can you even fit into them things?
I ain't tryin to be mean.
I'm just keeping it real,
Telling you how I feel
About your fake attitude,
Always actin rude,
Chasing some dude
In a bar
Because he drives a big, fast car.
I guess that's just who you are,
Another wannabe superstar.
We'll see how far
That takes you.
But you do you.
And I'mma do me.
And we'll see
Who ends up on top because I guarantee
You gone be lookin up to me
Wishing you had followed your dreams
Instead of greed.
Categories:
ballers, funny, happiness, life, music,
Form: Lyric
Manchild , growing up as an asphalt wild
out on the streets , takin' the heat ,
every now and then , gettin' my beat
earnin' respect , every little speck
stripes on my neck , head strong.....game on...
Where the motto , " no blood , no foul "
everythang but bitin' , all is allowed
rooster struttin' , straight cuttin'
head buttin' , thick skinned
short lived , little boy's playpen
no room for romper , get played by a stomper
elbow's to hip's , sweat and grit
game is the same no matter where we play it
all the big ballers talkin' it up loud
all the whip's whippin' their bumpin' sounds
You give it , you get it
no soft play out here
take it strong to the hole
or , sit over there , where
the females be hangin' , what a sexy crowd
cat callin' cutie booties rootin' us on
" get off my jock girl !! " , it's flight time
gonna take this fool beyond
inside , outside , the game doesn't change
only the score at the end of the day
Slappin' and dappin' , " much love bruh , next time "
we're only combatants inside these white lines
leave it all on the court , tommorrows another day
i'll try to be a good sport , as i remember your battle way's......
Categories:
ballers, friendship, school, sports, urban,
Form: Free verse