You can acknowledge the emptiness at the core of your being
or go crazy when the world goes crazy.
The numbers of us overwhelm,
an impending tsunami,
my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each other,
2 jobs 2 hobbies,
the biomass in the crosswalks,
fears that rend and own us,
the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition.
Your soul is immortal,
it exists outside of politics and poker. Just kidding.
Forgotten, forgiven and foregone.
A man’s ego needs no encouragement.
“I’m gonna be huge when I’m dead,” John said
last time we spoke.
Life is fine!
tough
the reward for our colossal imperfections
a back and forth game
the rivers and selfies of an empire
daily low intensity warfare
Good
a gift
not a curse
new, so let go
a veil, thin if one doesn’t believe in mystery
like all things that are forever changing but always remain the same
thriving after five nights of steady rain
enjoying the passage of time
or will be good
but a dream
okey doke, short, a lazy-eyed tiger
Oh! commonly blue
royalty purple you
how can I surmise
or even be surprised
by your cavalier
Jonty fair
debonair
plush
you must
be courteous imagery
ion a visual icon
10/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Holes has come commonly
you have come commonly with bees
sounding perfectly with cheesy
you take those, you remake these
sure! We are left aside as they dictaphones.
As they bother as they beer house
blood transforms hope, reforms lives
a summing up world figured astounds
become bothered when dash composes.
When a person hates you seriously
And refuses to co-operate and assist
You may not feel happy obviously
As he shows indirectly his fist
By looking at you suspiciously
He will behave like a real sadist
To please him even if you kindly try
He will tease you making you cry
Peace of mind, to you, he will deny
At this juncture you must turn wise
Or else your heart will be punctured
Toward your own self, be always nice
By his attitude you may be tortured
But, in patience, real solution lies
By patience your heart gets tinctured.
mvvenkataraman
Lovers talk a lot
about forever,
about loveless life
without the other
and about being
the truest lover.
And they mean it
every minute
before a fight, divorce
or whatever!
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