Everyone wants an adventure, and a place to return to
An offer they simply cannot refuse
A worthwhile experience to be told for ages
And how can that be given?
Its simple really
Camaradrie
Unhinged letters to one another
Making the other laugh
A journey meant for those who can take
Acceptance of flaws
Protecting each others peace
The only way to turn cracks into art pieces
A promise to our future selves
A bond to be passed down to generations
Promises under the moon
Cherishing of achievements
Guardians to each others soul
Giving in is inevitable
A golden reward
Waiting for those who are willing to choose it
Something I still lack
Yet it could be yours-
If you are willing
I thought this noxious pain would abandon my agonized heart after a while
I thought if I could write better it would ease on me
Maybe my tacks were wrong,
I couldn't find my way to exist, still a character of a juvenile
They mocked my will, my reasons, my need to smile
No matter how old, never will be mature enough
I came the last, cried a bit much, been called the spoiled infant
They refused to see the unpleasant substance runs in my veins
That I was a bit too lonesome, compared to the rest.
I tried to hold onto the little ones, they arrived long after me;
Even my eager attempts were not solid enough for them to see.
Now I found my company, he took my solitude, turned "I" to "we"
All I needed is his camaraderie, only his devotion, love, caring
Still feels too great to ask a little sympathy,
From the ones who stood before me
Never have the right to feel, just a naive employee.
Bounty so beautiful
it is beyond the horizon
a dream in reality
kaleidoscoped in brutality
as the sun rose and the moon shines
in the blackness of the void
divide consciousness blurred
so many angels scream
as humanity heralds
the one demon that stares at them
surrounds them with a choice yet
you heed his voice comradery camaraderie
Demon wails calling your name come here
11/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
__________
a scribble about friendship
~ contentment connects hearts ~
A Reverie of Childhood
A true sacred place and time of innocence where all things
simple, fun, and happy touched deeply my heart and soul.
For things that seemed real at first glance but full of some
surprises later that many of us were too young to understand.
A time where there was an instant camaraderie between and
among us kids as we played games and chased each other.
Finding out in first grade that I was the only “left-handed” kid in
my class, and having to adjust to being “different” from the others.
Developing an uncanny sense and interest in other languages
beyond English when I was already overwhelmed with English.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 7, 2018 (Couplet)
Our stay in the
mushrooming subdivision
Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s
latest requirements...
six bushes and two deciduous trees,
keep your garbage can in the garage.
Such restrictions have put the whole
neighborhood in the throes of unrest.
Gears are clashing even as I write.
To sully the community spirit
in this way evokes emotions which
attempt to sidestep legality.
We more flexible newbies,
about thirty in number now
are pitted against
the established oldies
who could grandfather out of some of
the constraints based on length of residence.
Solution? It’s our property now!
Mr. Developer. Your raw power gains nothing
by the forcing of personal preference.
written May 27, 2018
CAMARADERIE
Chuckling without a qualm
Chemistry rare and warm
Chumminess of a kind
Comfort levels reach skies
Connect, an instant bind
Closeness, and sharing of
Convivial, fond vibes
Date Aug23. 2016
Name of contest
Plieades C
now when i talk of our fortunate nature
i do not speak of relationships
which started in physical romance &
bloomed into something that society
deems appropriate,
i do not speak of those friendships bred by
the dollar, for the dollar & in the name of
the dollar &
i definitely do not speak of those connections
that are said to extend beyond the grave,
as nothing does
(we all become ash one way or the other),
what is valuable between us is our ability
to discover one another via
the interests of which we share &
the struggles of which we endure,
without obligation &
without need---
this purest form of camaraderie
is what extends through time
watching each other as we age
moving to & fro
but always coming back to the bond
shared
in knowing just how lucky we were
to bump into each other.
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