king zeus in all his glory our mighty guardian
could not save us from a tiny scorpion
Subash Khanal
It was quite unexpected, our physical encounter,
Today, I have stepped into your courtyard,
And I hum along a love song.
At times,
I wandered, holding hands,
Embarking on a journey of thousands of miles,
Even today, your color blends with mine,
In your voices, mine echo,
In the rhythm of your heart, my melody resounds,
If you're hurt, I feel pain afar,
Lost in the peaks of dreams,
Perhaps, you'll be saddened.
Oh Benefactor, You, indeed, are yourself,
There's no doubt,
You are just like you, no hesitation,
Yet, the skeletons of our histories are the same,
In the excavation of our genes, the same form appears,
Which is yours,
The boundaries have made you into you,
And me into me.
Boundaries are our truths,
They won't mislead,
Boundaries are our global forms,
They won't be lowered.
In these very boundaries,
Lies another flight,
In the sky of that flight,
There won't be any limits,
We know, For the flight of the mind in the sky,
There are no boundaries.
Maybe if I was a benefactor
I would be still in lavender
And if the nostrils of my mind could smell vanilla
I would stream the internet to show everyone that I am a righteous fellow
And burst of cinnamon to enter my mouth
That sprout juices of pineapple
In lavender wear or rhyme
I would be celebrating it throughout all of sensual time
Ahh!!
2/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Please, Mr. Civil Leader, rule my life
I don’t know how to take care of myself
Limit my offspring, choose my wife
Write me a pamphlet explaining my health
I can’t wait
to hear from
my benefactor
I’m not too capable -- a small IQ
No manners or etiquette, an unrefined taste
I’m searching for guidance and waiting for cues
All those bills from college were clearly a waste
I been so evil to my fellow man
From the fall from Paradise to Auschwitz-Birkenau
I rubbed his nose in it the best I can
I’m ready for rehab -- show me how
Show me the latest of your Utopias
Teach me, oh wise king, to think and feel
I sure hope there’s a place for cretins like us
Don’t make us angry or we’ll storm the Bastille!
I can’t wait
to hear from
our benefactors
Thank you, special friend, whoever you are,
For the best gift I've got this year, so far,
Your generous heart is sure above par,
May God bless you! May you shine like a star!
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03.01.17
The Great Benefactor
Monsieur Louis Pasteur
For depression found a cure.
He improved fermentation
Increasing boozing-activation.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
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