Alas he still bore the “code” POTUS
When they realized “his ship will not float us”
So they gave him the shoe
With a swift “bloodless coup”
Convinced that nobody would notice
The Second Amendment guarantees
A basic right of Liberty
For good men and women to remain free
The right to bear arms
Law abiding citizens who do nothing wrong
The blame of mass murder on them does not belong
Why disarm them so they are doomed
Defenseless against the criminal goons
We have the right to our liberty
To protect our families and property
If we lose our guns we are no longer free
We will be subjected to pure evil tyranny
Arm citizenry is the best homeland defense
Keeps the enemies on the fence
To afraid to try to invade
American armed patriots will make you pay
So stop cashing in on tragedy
Develop a common sense strategy
No more proclaiming Gun Free Zones
A trained arm faculty will change that tone
Brandon don't take my guns away
Dangerous politics the dumb love to play
You spend trillions but not a penny to give
For our children to stay safe and live
So fragile, silence consumes the room entirely
Without signs of life as my eyes looking upon you for the first time
Your eyes closed
Listening to hear a sound any sound
I pleaded, please take my life away
To hear your cry, to know your life begins
This day, this month, this very moment August 22
How I've waited, anxiously for you to feel me
Holding you in my arms
For your first sight to see
The love I have for you looking into my eyes
The first tear begins to fall
Down against my face
Forcing my heart to never beat again
Until that moment so beautiful
Words could never express
Your voice singing to me
A precious gift, my sons life
Today begin's
You have a
Beautiful heart.
If we looked
At your heart.
We would see how beautiful
It really is.
We would see
You have a good heart.
You have a light in you,
That shines bright.
We would see the
Great person you really are.
We would see
The kind of person that
Is there for others.
He puts others
Before himself.
They say ...
That babies don't smile
You were SO big when you were born - 11lbs 3ozs
And being VBAC, you had been through a lot in the birth canal
So you looked like a prize fighter after a heavyweight bout
Red and purple and bruised-looking, eyes squinted
You made no sounds, though ...
No crying or newborn complaints of any kind
You were as calm and peaceful as if you'd done it a hundred times
Like it was just another "first day of life"
They weighed you, cleaned you up
And then gave you to me to hold for the first time
They say babies don't smile
But you did ... oh, you certainly did
You opened your eyes and looked in mine
And smiled ... a lasting smile
Not a twisted cry or gas or mistaken expression
A true smile ... handsome, sweet, rugged
And I knew then you were special, very special
I knew then that I had witnessed ...
A miracle.
Two legends lived. One and another
Had Lee as their second name.
The son was Brandoned by his father.
Years passed. Meanwhile, the ships in fame
Swam in the film-sea very bravely,
In all storms staying really strong
And working diligently, gravely.
But their way was not - alas! - long.
The father was no longer leading:
Veils of the heaven took the throne.
But death sometimes tends to be greedy:
Grief does not come - alas! - alone.
It seemed the destiny gave chances
To live, to flourish, to create...
The forehead took the bullet's dances -
"The Crow" turned to be a fate!
The woundrous legend did abandon
The world. Twenty five years passed.
Oh, rest in peace, my dear Brandon,
Let your sleep be serene at last...
Away from tireless desk job i.e.,which obliged
swearing allegiance, fealty, loyalty within complex
edifice, where obsolete quaint rubric, schematic,
thematic mantra "We Bring Good Things to Life,"
met with gnawing, emerging, chomping
objectionable quandary. The sedentary station
exhausted, milked usurped mental energies
linkedin hinged upon the figurative linchpin
sans contractual mandates. Steady employment
obliged conferring, forsaking, invoking credo,
ethos, hierarchical jujitsu marrying obligatory
penance requisite at General Electric, (which
daily tasks borne with gravitas witness
to crunching numbers vis a vis from gifted
mathematical application, and scientific mind).
Thus decades on end, my father remained
steadfast on this straight and true decree,
whereby dad (analogously applied his
Semitic nose to the whet grindstone)
applying inherent and learned math
ematical/ scientific principles respectively.
He made excellent use of mechanical en
gineering degree (earned free of charge
at Brooklyn City College viz Veterans benefit).
I just lay there to cry
What you did was rape
All you could do was lie
I needed an escape
Instead of putting up a fight
I lay there I pain
No help in sight
You took away what was mine
It felt like it took an eternity
I now cannot say I'm fine
I wish I was smart
And not even met you to start
I have a lot of hate
You have done a lot of damage
And its way too late
I'm hurt, scared and done
Brandon
You are my
Soul
My everything
My little boy
Your hugs
And
Your touch
Mean
Everything
The gifts of
Your love
Were
Flying
And free
My
Inventive
Boy
You meant
Everything
To me
Intellect
In your
Words
Touched my
Soul
My son
You are
Apart of
Me
Intellectually
And
Universally
It is just so scary
and I just don't know.
I even have fear.
She's just so pretty
and I'm not good looking either.
I wish there was some way
I could just talk to her.
I truly wish to impress her
but I just don't know how.
I really need some help.
I really hope for a chance.
Does she like me?
Or does she like someone else?
You my child mean the world
to me, because you are my world.
I am so proud of you,
my little boy.
To see your precious smile,
melts my dear heart.
Those bright blue eyes
sparkle so.
The way you wrinkle
up your little nose as I
speak with you
cracks me up to
no end.
You will break a lot
of little girls hearts
before your'r through.
Each day am loving you
just a little more,
becoming more proud
to be your Grandpa.
written 4-17-17
“Take your shot Fun boy, you got me dead bang.”
that was the last line he ever sang.
He came onto the scene and into our hearts.
Showing us his skills in martial arts.
He showed us what it was to be free.
He told us to live life to the fullest and be happy.
An amazing actor, he knew how to flow.
He gave one of the greatest performances in The Crow.
“Nothing, nothing in this life is trivial” he said,
not knowing his life was on a short thread.
He was only 27,
when he was called to heaven.
In May of 1993,
we lost a great one, named Brandon Lee.
A passion so bright
Always unconditional
Dazzling by far
By: Misty Leccese
©December 16, 2010
This was written for a wonderful young man that I am very fortunate to have in my life. He
is so passionate about so many different things. I was thinking about him and this is what
came to mind.
Why you have to go
I don't want you to go
I understand why you have to go
When it's all over will you come bac to me
I love you so much and I hope you love me too
We can be as one and we can be good together
I want to give my heart to you if u let me
My heart is all for you if you want it
I ride or die for you and I think you can see that
I love when I'm around you
You ligth up my day and you are my star at nigth
I need a man like you in my life
Your the one I dream about at nigth
That's how much I love you and not going to stop loveing you
I feel so happy when I'm with you
I want to take you away from all the bad thing you seen
Give it all to me Brandon and don't run from me baby
This is for the man I love Brandon
Delicate one
Gossomer glass
We hoped without knowledge
that this too would pass
(For somewhere a rainbow
whispers your words
Bending and stretching
to hear and be heard)
Delicate one
Candle in wisps
Breath to the sky
in a circling kiss
(Shadows were heavy
and troubles were nigh,
and now, without knowledge,
we tenderly cry...)
This is for Brandon Basson, who, I have learned, passed away the morning of June 20th.
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