Just a place to be
prominently
the premise
is such a mess
disarray such a man
contracted testament
I am a picture in His plan
I am my Father’s voice
Set to words
caretaker of this earth
5/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
I must protect you, from reality. I must, my loved ones, or else your minds nice
like mice will explode. Shock, fear, why.
In reality, I am a curry in a bowl, spice,
Tangy to touch, it shocks the tongue
With a million blisters, reality flung.
I have no choice. I am hopeless, but
I still care about you, strangely, must
I? No, but like an evil saint, I keep dust away from you. I’m honest about my
Personality, I believe I’m evil, ask why?
I protect you from that. It’s the least I can do, I am snakey but I still try to be a man,
I was born bad, boredom issues. It’s pointless telling you, so I do the least I can, save you the terrified tears.
(Dedication: For Caretaker Michael)
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Taste well each day
Opt love's sure way
Make moments pay
Inch by inch know
Choice that fits flow
Health ever shows
Abide calm sight
Explore true flight
Live joy's pure light
One way works best
Urge mellow quest
Reap your clear zest
Cheer flavours mood
Aim to do good
Reap your own food
Eat what you like
Take time to hike
Apt rides on bike
Keep your strides bold
Etch hot and cold
Reach what unfolds
Feel happy daze
Raise vivid craze
Inch on life's maze
End where you start
Note humble heart
Dream of grand parts
Now is the time
Old style can rhyme
Work shades due mime
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2018
Singapore
A song of dreams
We travel to a new home,
The starship listens.
I am just the caretaker,
everything in my life is on loan,
did you know that?
I only realize that now.
should have seen that in the very beginning
from the very start.
Mother, father, grandmother
all the people I knew, gone,
my half hearted achievements
and my success is all on loan,
all so unimportant and insignificant now.
Everything is temporary
and for a specified time
but comes with interest down the line.
All we think we own
is not truly ours,
to be left behind one day.
We are only caretakers
except for our souls
which we get to keep
and answer for
in the end.
Soul Caretaker
Saw him this morning a jute sack slung over his right shoulder
and it was full of yet un-dead nightmares.
He is the man who collects discarded dreams those we deny
having thoughts that have seeped out of our dark interior
when we have slept, all our sick thinking, unnatural sex with
family and animals and limitless violence, sack was full cleaning
up humanities excesses.
In the morning papers, we read about dead children, husband
shooting or stabbing his wife, his darkest dream has become
an obscene reality. Without this man with his sack, we would be stabbing
each other wading knee deep in filth and gore, but we are saved in our
daily life as we can’t stop leak, the crack in our soul-
that a child drowned in a bathtub, and it happened when a mother lost
grip of reality, this was not as she thought a dream
How to explain that to the judge
He seized the role and ripped it to shreds
He chewed up the scenery like an insane Billy Goat
He snickered, he smirked, he roared, he raged
He bared his teeth, sneered and grinned like a demon
He terrorized and improvised (Heeere’s Johnny!!)
He primped and he pranced
He rocked and he rolled
He had a damn ball…
Jack Nicholson in ‘The Shining’
Jack was also the first choice to play the role of Father Damien Karras in ‘The Exorcist’, but the role was turned over to Jason Miller….It would have been a miscast. Sure, he would have jumped out the window but not to his death, not Jack!...He would have bounced back up and ran off to terrorize the entire neighborhood...
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