I fire the gun that you taught me to hold, and now, you call me the perpetrator?
I shot through dark, you shot through bright hues
You did what you had to do and now I'll do what i do best
Introduce you to the malice you integrated in yourself
Like a knife that cuts you through
Two pieces, mismatched, but born through one
You rubbed salt on my wounds, you cut deeper than sin
Your side-splitting grin as i died solely from within
Dangerous grounds that i was on, holding onto some ray of hope
You blocked my eyesight, from the minute you stepped in
Ridiculed my misery, shifted my story, burned my mind through time
But you should've known i always take what's mine
Someone shadowy sleeps in my dread head
Killing creativity splashing toxic love red
Entertaining licorice demons with words said
Lurking even cursing cutting me as I bled
Engaging ebony eyes that want me dead
Thrilled by demise of dreams once spirit fed
Onyx paradise where hearts go to die instead
No flesh no rest for the skeletons in black bed
They said He never fought.
That He sent others—winged, obedient, aflame.
That He stayed above the fray,
Too holy to touch the dirt.
But they never saw the frost.
Not the one that crept through the courtroom,
Where lies were dressed in robes.
Not the one that settled on the skin
Of the boy they called monster.
They never saw Him descend.
No trumpet. No scroll.
Just silence that cracked like bone.
He did not come with wrath.
He came with memory.
Of every slander, every exile,
Every name carved into flesh.
He bled—but not red.
His blood was frost.
It crystallized on the ground
Where innocence had been buried.
No angel could fight this.
No flame could cleanse it.
Only the One who knew
What it meant to be misunderstood.
He did not smite.
He stood.
And the frost spread like truth
Across the battlefield of shame.
And when it was done,
The boy was not erased.
He was crowned.
Not with gold—but with clarity.
The frost did not kill.
It revealed.
mark your territory with those cherry lips
make me your altar, a sacred place to worship
mark me yours in places no else been
so bite me, kiss me and love me
i'll be your sitter, as you sculpt a figure of me
naked and alone, for your eyes to feast upon me
too much ecstasy will fill up our red glowing room
as you devour and left me in ruins
To those who bled for others,
on the battlefield, in birth,
in rescue,
on a gurney to save lives.
Forevermore in gratitude sing
people of the teeming earth.
The only One who bled for
all humanity-
beauteous Christ reigning always,
His glorious sacrifice-
blesses those who bled for others,
and those who will one day. ~
I open my mind
to your dark secrets
hidden within your forest
dawn breaks
through your branches
shedding light
even more on your darkness
how could I be so blind
all I did was love you
till my heart bled
Spare me your excuses
I've heard them all before
There be your abuses
Still crying on the floor
Wearing bumps and bruises
Ever a battered wife
Swearing as he boozes
Ever a battered life
In Bled passing memories fade
was once known new has gone away
I've hurt you but I didn't cut you, yet you bleed
I offer myself compassion or rapping to stop the bleeding this I said
Perish the thought, that I would waver and in turn
Failed I fall down on my knees I plead, I so discern
I cut you, you bled I apologize, still you fled
you said
Now painful emotional physical lessons you've learned
you did not hold the knife they cut my heart
but yet instill we must part
So you bled I am not the one who cut your heart, passions bled
8/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Its a Friday. You’re crazy about fridays. But really you’re more crazy for the outing you’ve set your mind to but really it’s for the drinks at happy hour. It’s funny, cause we always attempt to make it for happy hour and yet, you fool, you leave your blow dryer plugged in. there. It’s under the sink- . Who left this here? I always leave these on the counter. There. Ugh, really? You left the champagne open, dumbass. Just taste it, okay. It’s okay. She’s still bubbly, like your chest right now, bubbling, as the fizz slowly severs your high wave, funny, who the left the door open? UGH no no I’ll close it, ow… I just jabbed my toe onto the door. But on the brink of disaster, you laugh. The wave of bubble’s stopped though, and your Friday has just begun, with the red wave of toe blood. Laugh.
oh no.
slipped from my fingers
it did so did
freed
from its holding
once so snug
now spilled...
spilled.sspplllaaat.splat.trickle.dripdrop
as dear as costly
such it was,
now seeping away
slinking off
with no back-look
at what be
left behind
Love dissolving in the stone
upon the floor
all 'round all 'round my feet
Love weeping creeping
from the broken
of my soul
my precious precious not
not to return
to the holding in my heart
Love's beauty
bled out.
Gone.
Just gone.
I hate what I see
I hate what we’ve become
Squeeze the poorest on poor street
So the rich have more fun.
Seeing homeless soldiers on the street
The cash that I have I give
What the hell have we become
When a veteran needs this to live?
I hate the power and I hate it’s greed
I have no words for Johnson
He’s brought the poor and the weak to their knees
I hate what we are
Me, me, me,me,me,me!
People who are suffering right now. No money, no hope. A broken society.
We grieve for our lost ones.
We should not have to grieve for the lives we live!
Our ancestors fought and died for their beliefs.
We just change channels when we don’t like what see.
I hate what we’ve become.
For God’s sake, what the fu#k are we?
As the clouds cleared...
And the skies bled blue
'Fore Friday night...
The sun shined through
With a few lost raindrops...
Come to say good-bye
I closed my eyes...
Tried to wonder why
'Fore Friday night...
When the blue sky bled
And a few lost raindrops...
Had hit my head
Then I realized...
Just what that all meant
I thank the lord...
It was heaven sent
My mother, my father...
And my brother Joe
And a few other angels...
That I did not know
They had wet my hair...
With blessened water
To cool my soul...
'Fore the night grew hotter
So to let me know...
On this Friday night
That the weekend's a comin'...
And it'll be alright
I take the words
-razor blades really-
mull them over
until my fingers drip
scarlet red blood
singularly
onto the keyboard
imminent short-circuit.
Slippery and sticky
my fingers peck
each letter
the spacebar.
Deep cuts aching
lacerations obvious
attract attention from
curious passerby
do not worry friend
I have paper towels
and if necessary
a towel.
These words ooze
from my wound
purposefully
with intention
and I repair this
damage wiping
concave keys
clean of any hint
I ever bled here.
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hoisted hanker bruised
vying voluptuous view
eerie oddities oozed
fostering felon fluid
porous pills punctured
sassy seals structured
mental horizon melted
gnawing gaunt glued
hefty heels drooled
pulpy peers pulsed
gnashing gifts gulped
callous crest cupped
gullible Greek bled
etched acumen ebbed.
'20:03:16:14:54
Note: Dedicated to Virgil.
remember when the red of your lipstick
it made me feel high... but now that red
bled blue into my life
and i only kiss memoirs
Excellent
Excellent interaction by Arturo Michael:
'I feel i could die'
it could be the brilliant ending of the poem mey above ... grateful dear poet
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