Politicians present politicians
To manage our manageability
With the public’s kind permission
Sweet public, you’re just a facility
I can’t choose from the offered content
Can’t be heard by those faces I see
Telling us what they think is important
You may agree with it or disagree
To them we worth less than nothing
Them and us don’t belong to each other
The difference remains contrasting
Politician was Cain, not his brother.
Outside my window, the sun smiled.
No sirens screamed and no explosions resounded.
No tearful wails interrupted my serenity.
This, I thought, must be peace -
As long as I ignored the news.
Nobody tore me from my bed,
Bruised my skin,
Nor forced water down my throat.
My human rights, intact -
A privilege of my distance.
Ahhhh!
My cocoa tasted as sweet as my innocence
from the cradle of my recliner.
Why borrow trouble?
Am I my brother’s keeper?
My skin frosted as my heart shivered.
A cold thought formed.
The quote echoed a ghostly reminder from whom that question originated.
A chilling realization that hiding was actively choosing
to raise Cain.
Where was the chaos sown?
Where were the voices stilled?
I must not sit, I must not wait!
Comfort must be sacrificed,
before I also found that I had become the one who was not Abel.
The purpose of life is
to discover
the purpose of life
We are the children of Cain
cursed-wanderers all
building towers sky-ward
desperate to be reunited
with our ground-of-being
the echoes of
our hearts' call
never returning
.
Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain?
Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane
that he ended up murdering his younger brother?
Did he learn it from his father and mother,
who must've been in such deep, psychological pain
for having caused Eden to go down the drain.
Cain killed Abel:
not because Abel is good
not because he's jealous
not because he hate his brother
not because he's more talented than him
not because Abel more muscular than him
not because abel is favourite by his parents
not because abel is more handsome than him
Cain killed Abel:
Because he can't take the favour of the Lord from him.
English actor, Michael Cain -
As a film icon, may he ever reign.
Age 90, rich and retired is he.
He’s had a grand life. Don’t you agree?
When Eve was searching for a rib
The Devil led her to a crib
Where Cain and Able
Hatched a stork fable
Creating the very first fib
Herman Cain
Purdue University gaud work full-time as a ballistics analyst and
the U.S. Department of the Navy as a civilian
completed master's degree Purdue
started working for Coca-Cola as computer systems analyst
later join Pillsbury, becoming director of business analysis
in its restaurant and foods group
assigned to analyze and manage 400 Burger King stores
Cain's success at Burger King prompted Pillsbury to appoint him president and CEO of another subsidiary, Godfather's Pizza. DO IT!!
4/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Death twisted history,
guilts conferee
the liar unmasked
revenge by decree
His legions unfurling,
their flag through the smoke
the volunteers hailing,
preserving all hope
With dark days upon them,
no fear to be found
the women, the children,
in place underground
Around every corner,
behind every door
their liberty sacred,
today—evermore
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
CONTENTS (…may have settled during shipping and handling.)
Preface by C. Günter Marrow
Prologue by Zoltan Goliath
Cycle I. FAITH HEALERS & HEARSAY MIRACLES
Ghosts from the Well
Hard Lessons
Chest of Drawers
Cycle II. RAW PERFUME
Social Insecurity
Rogues’ Gallery
Business as Usual
Cycle III. ORDINARY FAIRY TALES
Dry Stone Wall
A House with No Servants
Let’s Put this Night to Sleep
Cycle IV. FLOTSAM & JETSAM
Sausage, Head Cheese & Scrapple
The Institution
Should the Levee Ever Break
Cycle V. SCARS OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
Light at the End of Tunnel Hill
Light Keeper’s Testament
Light in a Quiet Room
Epilogue by Otis Trench
Designated driver,
your road to end at last
The choice was yours, mistake inured,
your future now your past
Designated driver,
those high beams in your eyes
A haunting name, the lasting blame
—that night your dreams reprise
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I had a yellow dog named the great Cain
We loved to walk down our pretty lane
His best friend was a cat named Chow Mein
Who rode on his head like an air plane
All the neighbors thought this was insane
And it gave poor Cain a huge migraine
Yet he would always do it again and again
He thought he was the king of Spain
And went out to run in the local campaign
Then won all the votes in his domain
Now everyone is celebrating his big brain
written for my step-grandson Matthew who just started grade 1
and who likes to make poetry...
cold-hearted punch
came on suddenly. . .
blank expression of
sideways troll
passes by.
passed out microphone
with a body nearby.
inexcusable
soul —
soulless satisfaction. . .
second death sold
to the wandering whorl.
8/19/2019
The Fall
On the anniversary Adam coaxed Eve,
complaining, distracted, to the clearing
for the invented ritual.
He had been uneasy since,
repeating actions in certain ways as if,
had he got things just so,
THAT might be taken back.
She too had organized a routine
around planting, milking, nursing--
also the same. Yet she was satisfied.
But now there was this extra thing,
and Adam killing the new lamb
to which Cain, now crying,
had been so attached.
The kindle sparked uncertainly
as he blew gently through cupped hands.
The fire gradually caught
and he lifted the lamb onto the grate.
Together they then stood
staring into the rising smoke,
Adam squinting for a shape, a sign,
the image of himself.
This World belong to GOD
You didn't create anything here
God is the creator
He rules this World
Tell Satan that God owns this World
Sons of Satan
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