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Forget Past

Forget past



How to cultivate and remember 
Command of the mother and sister
When I repeat my demand for things 
They offer me new and ask forget past 

And reiterate words forget past is past
Bring smile in face and tends to cater
Good boy doesn't do obstinacy
flourishes habit to new for last

I remember entering in school
Examples were laid always of past
They used to cuddle me to divert 
Keep away from habits of large

Reading stories and science of growth
I knew all were dues of past efforts
While I view running road through glass
A commence of brain's effort of past

Difficult to harvest culture of human beings
They turn tongues to allot trues
Forget to past is hardest task
All the time prevails in old glass

Believe these words and muse at learning
To imbibe beautiful build of world
Enter into the rooms of library 
And keep searching eyes about past

A refine involvement of human being like us 
Always were creative based on history 
Invented and developed new new from past
To enrich us not to forget last.

Mother and sister were clever enough
To bring up me as the society required
So they told me to follow as such
Like they learnt from forget past.


4/8/2016
Deepak Chalise.

Premium Member Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden

Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden

Oh, God I thank you for 
Myriading colors
Ahh!! spring flowers...
Agapanthus, beautiful
Amaryliis amber
ooh la la spring flowers...
              and one more the sea copperish, bown tanned tones
Blue, Purple, White Lilly of the Nile
Solar onslaught no longer have to wait now
Buding news simple trues it's the beginning of spring

These are it's the time of year
The artic cold has left the roads
Temperatures rising  so.......
It's spring time, it's spring time
Butterflies, Birds, Ants and Rabbits come running out

ooh la la spring flowers...
              and one more the Sea copperish, brown tanned tones
Blue, Purple, White Lilly of the Nile
Solar onslaught no longer have to wait now
Buding news simple trues it's the beginning of spring

Oh! Bird of Paradise Dahila, Freesia, Roses and Carnations
Oh, it's so pretty this fine 
It's the beginning of springtime
Spring flowers Peonies, Sweetpeas, Tulips and Zinna
God has made this garden for you and me
Thank you Father for the seasons of praise in the garden
Thanks for seasons of praise paradise garden




    3/19/18
   Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
from anthology  “ Seasons of Praise Paradise Garden”

Premium Member Are We

Through felicity gowned greens and idyllic hues
Such plethora rhapsodic throwing dulcet trues
Chrysalis skies in simple radiant
Sapphire clouds never evanescent
Talisman, we're here or are we sent!



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A Woman Who Battles With Depression -Part 1-

I was trapped,
Trapped within my conscience, trapped within my own mind,
My thoughts were just devouring me
My thoughts had gotten control over who I had become
But what had I become? A depressed young woman who might go bipolar,
Living from day to day; gobbling down antidepressants as if my life depended on it?
Maybe it did,
I mean… I was just a kid,
From a dysfunctional family caught within dysfunctional friendships…
Caught within love?
That word I knew nothing about… I was far too young to understand,
Eventually got caught in… can I say dysfunctional love?
(Fake laughs then sighs) 
Maybe if I didn’t depend on you so much then I wouldn’t be this messed up 
Vulnerable and young was the best target for you I guess,
Leaving a girl with so much potential in so much mess…
I was strong maybe too strong for my age a mystery trying to figure out one of my own…
My life.
Maybe if I didn’t think so much I wouldn’t have gotten to this point maybe if I didn’t let my thoughts swallow me maybe if I didn’t let razors control me maybe… if I didn’t let u enter to break me…
(Takes in a deep breath and relaxes)
Physically… spiritually… mentally…
YOU BROKE ME




(Hey loves, yes all my poems are based on trues stories... real life situations not necessarily me and no i don't mention names in my poems if i do then the names are fictional).
P.S. I might add part two to this or just have it as a whole different poem.
Love you guys don't forget to like, share and comment

Premium Member Thug

When a push comes to a shove
And ministers still preach and promise love
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now thug
Give me my condolences to the hypocrites and bugs
Leopards resonating while chasing Kellogg's
Tripping on scatter rugs
Grandma said boy pull up them draws
Only rich men makeup laws
When a push comes to a shove
And ministers still preach and promise love
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now Thug
Wonder if the CIA has me bugged my daddy never gave me a hug
 mama where is the love where is the love double dip says man that ain't hit bra
Yo if I'm watching me who's watching you duh
Icy Hot vanilla shakes in a mug
Martial Arts Sweet Tarts drop a dime on me it smarts woo woo oh
When a push comes to a shove
And the ministers still preach and promise love 
Caramel apple raisin stallion wonder if being born again really matters
Gave up sin and I joined a gym
What's my name it ain't Village Jim
Life in my stomach just keep on Bubble bubbling
Like a river in a fountain like a beacon on an ocean
When a push comes to a shove
A minister still preach and promise love
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now Thug
Violence and violence don't mix
Thyme fo you and your Posse to hit the bricks
Come on J E give me some riffs
This passionate mix makes me sick
Don't want to win or lose all I want is peace and Trues
Caveat Coco man Nissan cruising
All I need is Old Spice on my old man's shirt by Van Husain
Kris Cross wears a cross what you know about Jesus
Been being Spin blend hallelujah amen
When a push comes to a shove
Never put your piece down put your piece down and hold your peace now
Thug

04/08/14
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw

Windmill Cried

As I sit here, on a rectangular cake
Drawn and tied from Earth's oil, not fake

I wonder how to, in deuce, enunciate 
of the state, wherein, I participate

Past tense, was I; island dwelling to hide
The thing that tied; and bound the path to dive

Terrific honey, which sleep required
Flowed wild with purpose; and never lied

Stuck to the ground; with entertainment quite boring
A guitar hero accomplished; nihilism recurring

With goods hands, in a happy place
The scenery dull, time for a break

On they came, or I to them
For me, really?  Hesitation

They asked questions, quite leading, and when it was done
A train ride, to happy town, check in and tune down

The halls were quite clean, and the watchers quite ordered
The meals were on time, distracting and forward

Powders prescribed to keep time flowing even
Day and night cycle; Swiss bread repeating

As I arrived to despise the box I was in
The windows and doors that shuttered absent sin

And stuck as I was; with the ties to comply
My reply was a nod with a wink; and pity implied

Good fortune was kind to supply and find time
To use you and your keys to fly; surprise

The gears they did grind and mill for the bread
The water was lifted and carried far ahead

The story is now short, the sun breaks with news
Get out of bed, hair mend, speed spin, with trues

-KAL


Mutlu Son Yoktur By Teoman

MUTLU SON YOKTUR by Teoman
Song Lyrics

Çok uzaktan geldiysen,
Otur, soluklan, dedi.
Kurakliktan geçtiysen,
Dikenli yollardan,
Karanliktan,
Gölgeden,
Issizdan
Yüzünü yalayan soguktan,
Dogum,
Aci,
Dogrularim, korkularim.

Sorulunca yaniti
Içimizde olan,
Kanimi donduran, isitan,
Durduran
Bir kalemsen,
Bir bos kagit
Mutlu ask varsa da,
Mutlu son yoktur.

Çocuklugun anilari 
Sirtinda agir örtü,
Üsütendir aslinda
Kis gecelerini
Süre degil anlattigim,
Her seyin sonu

Mutlu ask varsa da, 
Mutlu son yoktur.

ENGLISH Translation:

If you came from very far away
sit, take a breather (rest)
he/she said
if you passed through drought 
through the prickly paths
through the darkness
through the shadows
through desolation 
through the cold licking your face, birth
pain, my trues, my fears
while being asked, (if you are a pencil and blank paper)
whose answer is inside us
which freezes my blood
which warms and stops it 
If you are a pencil
a blank paper
although there is a happy love  
there is no happy ending.

Childhood memories
a heavy cloth covering on your back
which in reality makes them (winter nights) feel cold
the winter nights
it is not a period that I recounted
it is the end of everything
although there is a happy love 
there is no happy ending...
© Anna Lo  Create an image from this poem.

Keep Me Under Control

I am so wild, I carelessly run around
I am the last horse in a one horse town
I'm as wild as wild can be
I have zero guidance, so I live my life aimlessly
Do what you have to, send me to assist the Border Patrol
I need someone to neuter me and keep me under control
I live life by the seat of my pants
I don't want love or trues romance
I believe that every moment counts
When you fall down, there is still time and room to bounce
If a jet can fly, it can surely land
When wrong is done, justice needs to be a firm hand
One day I may feel peace and love deep in my soul
When I find that one that can keep me under control
If there is a poster child for bad, it has to be me
I do not welcome the Devil, but there will be no begging for mercy
I often wonder what do people think
I really don't care after my third hard drink
You are wasting your time if you want to preach
You are educated, so do your best to teach
I am not worth being loved by you, so do not glow
I want discipline, so do your best to bring me under control
I party and sin and live as I please
I will never be driven to my eyes
I am a rebel and that will never change in my life
Not looking for love, a white picket fence or a loving wife
I can take the streets and deal with them blow by blow
Are you the one to keep me under control
Some people have it, some don't and some never will
I'm tired of hearing about it, I have lived it, now it's overkill
The question is do I want to sell my soul
You can save me if you can keep me under control

Elvis a Tribute

BORN IN THE SMALL TOWN 
DEEP IN THE HEART OF, MISSISSIPPI 
WAS A YOUNG COUNTRY SINGER 
NAMED ELVIS PRESLEY 
YOU WERE A MAN WITH SOUL 
YOUR SONGS FILLED WITH EMOTION 
YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR WORK 
BEING PURE DEVOTION 
THROUGH A CHANGE OF HABIT 
YOU BECAME A ROCK N ROLL STAR 
YOU ARE THE KING 
NUMBER ONE BY FAR 
THROUGH THE YEARS OF 
LOVE ME TENDER, LOVE ME TRUES 
TEDDY BEAR SONGS AND G.I. BLUES 
YOU STOLE OUR HEARTS 
AND PUT OUR MINDS AT REST 
IN YOUR ROUSTABOUT WAYS 
YOU ARE THE BEST 
AFTER THE ARMY YOU PACKED UP YOUR TEAM 
ONCE WILD IN THE COUNTRY 
YOU HAD TO FOLLOW THAT DREAM 
YOU STARRED IN SUCH MOVIES AS 
STAY AWAY JOE 
CLAMBAKE AND CHARRO 
EASY COME, EASY GO 
AFTER GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS 
WE WERE VERY IMPRESSED 
BUT JAILHOUSE ROCK 
WAS ONE OF YOUR BEST 
KISSIN’ COUSINS AND SPIN OUT 
BOTH WERE NOT BAD 
THEN THERE’S VIVA LAS VEGAS 
AND KID GALAHAD 
LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE 
IT HAPPENED AT THE WORLDS FAIR 
HARUM SCARUM AND TICKLE ME 
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY WHAT A PAIR 
PARADISE, HAWAIIAN STYLE FUN 
IN ACAPULCO TOO ! 
BLUE HAWAII, GIRL HAPPY 
SPEEDWAY AND LOVING YOU 
FROM KING CREOLE 
TO A FLAMING STAR 
I’M STUCK ON YOU 
WHERE EVER YOU ARE 
NOW WE ARE IN DOUBLE TROUBLE 
YOU LEFT US SO FAST 
BUT I’LL REMEMBER YOU 
PRESENT, FUTURE OR PAST YOU 
THRILLED THE AUDIENCE 
WITH THAT SPECIAL TOUCH 
THE TROUBLE WITH GIRLS 
THEY LOVED YOU TOO MUCH 
NOW I’M ALL SHOOK UP 
AND FEELING BLUE 
CAUSE I CAN’T HELP 
FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU 
YOU WERE A YOUNG MAN 
THE AGE OF FORTY TWO 
WE’LL NEVER FORGET 
THE WONDER OF YOU.

Free Singing the Inner City Trues

I to suffer, i to cry, i to live and i to die
and in betwen the things i've seen
the scenes an eye that i cannot deny
by necessity must make a mortal man mean

the neighborhood corner hawking dope
the  streets of sheer stagnation within
children jumping dead bodies, not rope
and the avenue of avenging sin

this, was my womb, my initiation 
angst and anxiety were my breast milk
i suckle at the teet of temptation
and learned from dope dealers and their ilk

i to suffer, i to wish to die, 
rather than to suffer the subtle suffocation
day by day another piece of me will decry
i rue my creator and his creation
   (c) 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Love

I NEVER THOUGHT MY LIFE COULD BE 
Anything more than storms that brings catastrophes
Until the wonderful day that my savior found lost old me
That’s when I began to see
A narrow pathway with Him waiting to hold my hand
As he told me secrets to beautiful plans
That’s when all the magic of miracles within his word
Spoke to me like I had never heard
Yes indeed
Oh I never thought nor had dream 
All these amazing wonders that I could know
By just letting go to give him control of everything in my life
Oh and now my heart sings with Joy in life 
Praising the king of kings 
Oh---- Today is new and yesterday is just memories of the past
Meant to remind you of where you were
And where God has brought you to be
That is where the golden key lies
Above the sky’s 
In miracles behind rainbows where Joyfulness resides
And can unfold before your lives
If you are willing to bow on your knees
Giving Christ your life and key
The reward is a happiness and peace
 More than you could imagine or dream 
Because it was made in trues loves grandest plan
That’s why he leads and guides you to the stream 
That flows with everlasting drink
Oh---- And
Religion is not the way to think 
It much beyond the human reach 
Into something much more deep
A seed which lies 
  Within the creators hands
For us to plant and to grow
As we read his word the miracles that we can know
I never thought nor had dreamed 
That I would ever be so free
And this is why I want to praise the lord because he first loved me

Here With You

June 27, 2015

I wish I knew what I should never know
As I fantasize impossible dream come trues
Setting myself up for disappointment 
And still hoping for the sake of temporary enjoyment
Here with you—shuddering sorrow creeps…

Here with you, suddenly I miss you more than I can bear
How you effortlessly take me high, then drop me
I miss the excitement of “I-can-lose-it-all” . . .
Walking on coals with the flames long put out
My feet cagily walking upon the black dust of your placid presence
The premonition of thought without you
The tortuous dissatisfaction as I picture “what-could-be”
I hate it. . . .but . . .I don’t. Want. You. Here. . . .

Though once you are gone, I will hate myself again
That is what I fear

Some things never change at all . . . 

While I am here. . .here with you, 
Try to imagine my side
Try to picture for a moment “what could be”
And how much I just want you close to me. .  .

In the Eyes of a Stranger

In The Eyes of A Stranger

Piercing, glancing and forgetful thoughts.
Seconds of observation invasive emotions never fought. 
Unfamiliar eyes only to know nothing of you. 
Your conversation, your voice, nothing of a sort has changed. 
Panicked heartbeat ,frantic conclusion, while losing sight of what is and what still stands. 
This intrusion of trust wrapped in lust, of will and might. Turns out to be just a fight, but for the few that knew, nothingness still remains in this empty place. The eyes of a stranger notices this which is missed in the distance behind those things are choices. 
Morphing in and out of an endless cycles of danger filled with hate, anger and half trues. 
Yet, left with this mental block, this shock and awe momentarily mesmerized by this condition. 
How awful, are these things before you but continue to be blind? 
Combined with the knowledge at hand sands through the hourglass, where time, has no meaning. 
Demeaning or your words that are unjust to be heard. Leaning in to search 
 for that meaning, but now knowing just how blurred the vision is. 
This vision of hope, has no antidote no cure left in these eyes of a stranger insecurities, that are lost and fragile for the future.

D'Arrius
10/29/22

Nauru's the Lord of Trues

Head hunting shrinking cutting down the ego’s totems                                                    
swift blow to the pride of me myself and I selfish iotum                                                 
Dethroning the king of the wooden hut whack                                                                
with my cocoa machete not a hard nut to crack                                                                   
A pleasant island where all could be yours                                                                         
into a worldly nutshell the sincere milk pours                                                                      
Spirit’s truth mercy celebrates an island victory                                                                 
on big stick impelled the selfish iotum fire dried                                                             
Denying then mortifying the me myself and I                                                                     
no more sin eating witchdoctor’s couch I abhor                                                        
Appeasing ceremonial volcano’s apatite no more                                                              
for my God the Lord of Truth has cut down the idols                                                        
No search party for selfish iotum’s pole revival                                                                  
ego’s totem lies dead beneath the water fall                                                                  
Heard no more war drum’s da dum da dum                                                                    
the big stick plumb all enemies had to succumb                                                             
One swift blow truth has cut ego’s totem’s lies to root                                                    
rising no more the king of the wooden taboo                                                                       
A new King Jesus with out me myself and I                                                                  
King enthroned this hut is becoming an island paradise
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Beautiful Soul-

Beautiful soul
I'm not letting go
Of the loves wayward flows
Just want proclaim to all
I am blessed to console
I thank God, Always for
My live for your, beautiful, beautiful soul
~
So emotional
Promises devotional
Choose heart Set Apart
GOD'S decision in a vision
Thoughts through faith based 
Fundamental joy, promises of His love
Only He consulates
~
Beautiful soul
I'm not letting go
Of the loves wayward flows
Just want proclaim to all
I am blessed to console
I thank God, Always for
My live for your, beautiful, beautiful soul
~
My desire unto and through Him
In my My Father love and heart
To prosper and stay on course 
Be a blessing, a good person 
In dwelling within with the Heart and Power of the Lord
~
Beautiful soul
I'm not letting go
Of the loves wayward flows
Just want proclaim to all
I am blessed to console
I thank God, Always for
My live for your, beautiful, beautiful soul
~
Such should a man love a woman
Like Our Father God genuine loves all His children 
Proclaimed promises hue
Spirit, soul heart, mine
Visions pans dormant trues
I am unequivocally unadulterated drawn unto you 
Onslaught beginning denial true

I fought the devotion of being in love, with a Father's Daughter
Such a one whoms my Lord and Father knows
Instilled in Him by Him He so co-created a daughter
so...
Instilled Instilling more in His love His Beautiful Daughter
Hallelujah we give God the praise 
For what He's made 
He's giving us, much more than we deserve 

For with the Glory God is unstoppable,thank you Lord
Thank you Beloved for such a Beautiful soul 

4/22/23
Written words & Arranged music
 by James Edward Lee Sr 2023 (c)

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