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No broken fences will be mended
To their own gardens have tended
Look how America has descended
By all the devils it has befriended
Above all laws have transcended
Fix elections and term is extended
Time their swindle was contended
And media who has commended
X really marks the spot is trended
This is exactly what they intended
Don’t care who they have offended
Sh*te will be alright they pretended
As slop up to the top has ascended
AI lie will make everything splendid
But the world gets totally upended
I think we've finally comprehended
Racism religion & fascism blended
Old school rules are simply bended
A f*ck fest that cannot be defended
My heart is in a sepulchre
My soul rests upon silent flowers
Waves crash upon the dreams I dream
A hush reigns over my gay spirit
That the simple not perish in his folly
That the just not die unwholly
Let the wits of the wise search me out
Let the elders of the earth be precise
Where do I find that which stays hidden?
How do I revive that which stays dead?
When will the culprit of delayed destiny be apprehended?
?Must life be dead before it is comprehended?
Until the stars bear witness to my pain,
And heaven answers what the earth concealed,
The God who watches o'er the restless deep
Shall speak, and call to life what once seemed dead.
628.
St. Francis Prayer
Lord,
Let me become a tool of Thy order
Where there is hatred, let love be there
Where there is hurt, let forgiveness be there
Where there is distrust, let faithfulness be there
Where there is hopelessness, let opportunity be there
Where there is darkness, let light be there
Where there is grief, let gladness be there
Oh Holy Lord,
Let not my eyes be so widespread
So I can comfort as I am comforted
So I can comprehend as I am comprehended
So I can love as I am beloved
Because it is by giving that we can be given
And it is by forgiving that we can be forgiven
And it is by dying that we can be born again.
Amen.
-12/28/2018
(Dumarao)
*My Poetic Prayers to Saints Trilogy 2018
Very few realize how precious a heart really is!
The physiology comprehended by medicine and science
Offering no mysteries on the morphology of its inner workings.
Yet when Love is manifested in any form
Offering no palpable evidence to unravel,
Trying to decipher the impulses from the soul,
The unconscious governed by the senses,
Insuppressible sparks in the synapses
Sending bursts of life like clockwork,
A rhythm of beats defying comprehension,
A full circle of inhale and exhale
Embedding life a while longer.
The will to live on a premise
When a broken promise ends the cycle
With a name and a few words muttered on the very last beat.
Love does make all hearts very precious
Whether the dirt is red,
Sandy or dusty,
You are home with you.
Whether the skies are overcast,
Pouring, Filled with electricity,
Or wide open and blue.
You'll hear everyone's methods,
An opportunity and lesson,
Each connection a paver.
Times will test and confuse,
Heart racing or hands sweating,
Each conflict you become braver.
A road of your own, stones different than before,
Never yet seen by others,
And not able to be comprehended.
There will be times of loneliness, sorrow and pain,
When hope is missing, have faith,
Those things were meant to have ended.
Let go again and again, taking pieces from the road,
One day you'll turn around,
And see the work that felt a chore.
Paving blindly, it seemed,
Now a path to walk others along,
Hold their hands, even if no one held yours.
Let them learn and source their pavers,
That you couldn't comprehend...
It's their turn now, you've done a good job my friend.
A strange looking construction
at a local market. Quite innate
So I ask. Hey
what's this building mate
Now this not so big construction
made from corrugated iron and timber poles
Being portable
there's no need to dig some holes
This stall holder
is immaculately dressed
Leather top leather shorts and thongs
leather string to tie a frontal hairy bun
Here now is the explanation this man expressed
A strong German accent
so hard to understand
Here are his words
that quickly came to hand
When he described this work piece of art
several times repeated !! A doony a doony a doony
Not comprehended he says it's a sheeeeeeeethouse
Understood!! A meeting rather foony
Are you having a Mid-Life Awakening?
So many versions of you over time...
Who do you take with you...
Who do you leave behind?
Some who lived, all who survived.
Someone's emerging but they're timid.
Someone old, but new?
It's confusing isn't it... Emerging as the combined and full you.
The one who also made choices that affected others.
The one who's life was often other's collateral damage.
Overlapping realities, do we keep blaming...? Hiding under the covers.
Can we focus our lense, onto ourselves now?
It's okay to be more than you ever could've perceived...
Comprehended even... And to still be a person who has Human needs.
While we awaken to our strengths, let's awaken to our weaknesses...
Let's welcome and make home to being born again without any external forces,
validation or social media butt kisses.
Welcome home, Dear Friend... A young you is proud.
Time to remove yourself from the crowd.
Just briefly, to understand there is a crowd of you within...
Let's sit with them, make home with them and work out who's to walk with you from
now on... And who's to be here with you, to live.
As Twilight gleams by, from the arrival of dusk,
Both were engaged, in conversation being brusque.
were They wholly sat, beneath the darkness subdued_
Overwhelmed with replies, "I'm not you."
Staggered were thoughts, embedding the head
Where altruism gets mould into such schadenfreude'
While benevolence vanquishes and affinity becomes due,
For the reasons they clarify, "I'm not you."
The name they chant or the bible they preach;
Profound logic they share, comprehended to each.
Entirely identical, though the question stands by..
"I'm not you" and "you're not I"
I woke to see disoriented infinite shelves,
Enormous books lay with utmost silence.
In the floating dust, identity was found,
And under the endless meanings, the self was buried.
The turning pages reminded me of the unremembered hands,
Meanings were blurred, voices were invalidated.
Every dawn made me welcome to enjoy the curse,
For time had lost its aim.
Sometimes I met sufferers, while others were not counted,
Their tired eyes seemed to be of the weariness of traveling to eternity.
Voices filled with vain efforts, unable to be comprehended,
Since the mind was stuck in endless letters and pauses.
I understood that hell is not about fire or pain,
Though punishment was given through endless reading or searching.
I looked for a respite but was forever denied,
When properly ordered, souls drift astray forever.
The bloody stranger stank of rank grass and
Animal grime and strutted unnoticed on
Our threshold on a long, misty night.
Lightning, unaccompanied by rain,
Exposed his grisly image,
Comprehended quickly by the village griot,
A humepenthe with seeing eyes, though blind,
Who could smell danger even from long-dug holes of
Doss-houses from distant caverns.
A common, vile dictator is abroad tonight!
PEACE OF MIND
left hurt and wounded by my own actions,
yeah you started it but i didnt have to go there,
i shouldve just minded my business,
ignored the situation,
but i didnt,
i couldnt bite my tongue,
i couldn’t refute the anger you sent me in shockwaves,
words that i shouldve said but i didnt,
words that i shouldnt of said but did,
things i did in anger,
my actions speak louder than my words ever could,
all you seen were my actions,
you never even comprehended my words.
-popular_loner
Fold and make origami
Pieces lost in the folds of time
Ripples in crystal waters of stillness
A riddle searching for responsiveness
Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind
Inverted skies stretch beyond grey
Clinging to air thick with silence
Shaped by a hope refusing to conform
Sleepily sauntering down an alley
Directionless shadows endless in their growth
Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight
Flickering with thoughts not comprehended
Unraveling the knots of oblivion
Words hang precariously in suspense
A burst of color breaks through the frame
Slowly fading to the edge of a forgotten dream
I was mistaken, this flesh was a delicate cage,
With bars adorned with hints of desire,
And shadows widened in the twilight,
I called on the quiet and searched
The echoes of longing for answers
As I walked on the brink of hunger and terror.
But in the silent surge of love’s embrace,
An unknown voice emerged,
Wide and motionless
Its song a mirror to my forgetting,
“I am not these passing tides of thought
nor this shroud of time.”
Once thick with illusion,
The flame’s curtain transformed into a portal
To the unnamed inside,
There, in an unending instant,
The living light unrestrained enveloped me
As the lifeblood of what
I already am, not as something
that can be comprehended or discovered
No happiness could be greater
Then the absence of a lack
And no rapture could surpass this silence
To recognize the eternal face in everything
is to disappear into the actual sight.
Once alive physical comprehended
Hurt sorely missed not understanding this
No longer submission physically
Available miss you ever-so, bye
-beloved you've evolve
6/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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