Society, nature disasters, distaste
for others, fighting on a daily, senseless
shootings, covetousness, psychological
warfare, chemical destructions.
Somebody please tell me what’s going on?
on a daily, on a daily, on a daily.
So many unnecessary conflictions, so
many innocent lives that have been
taken untimely do makes no sense.
Somebody please tell me what’s going
on.
Why are their so many conflictions in
this World full of conflictions.
Bring them home
war's over conflict
incoming now back home
ignored soldier man
part of government plan
why are we the solo host for every war and conflict
Tote that bar lift that bale
If we don't go and fight we'll be in jail
we must elude evict everyone
drop your them there guns
war no longer bout liberalities and freedoms
It's about dictator oppressions and the rest of the wealthy greedy
getting rid of oppressions okay you fools
thought you knew
the devil's teaching us a lesson
send warranted parts sum money
is the root of all evils you dummies
bang shot them back
just relax
all their wealth gold and oil Is now ours
10/15/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
rictameter
Birthdate
should be special
especially if...
the day occurs in December.
Four days following the Christmas frenzy
our five-year old WILL celebrate
along with his mama
their December
birthdate.
December 9, 2019
IP-028
My brain is my enemy
I need him but he kills me
Maybe this is my destiny
Torture from something I can't see
I try my best to forget the things I've done
I hope you can silence it
No please don't run
Help me out of this pit
How can i keep my friends close
When it ruins it all
I must keep my enemies closer
The stress makes me bawl
My brain is my enemy
But his voice starts to fade
All thanks to emily
In the hot sun, she is my shade
From hero to villian
Within the same breath
Now choices have caught up
Sentencing your death
Creating in me, life
Yet shaming my existence
Still I have chosen
A life of forgiveness
Separating me
From what others had
Those little girls that knew
There was a king in their dad
Struggles with jealousy
Envy pushing my nerve
For not a king ruled my home
Just a sickning perve
Why wasn't I good enough
Being just a daughter
Why must the demons
Play the role of my father
Now here, years past
A stumble caught your mistake
In prison, you'll rot
While freedom lies at my wake
Why then am I still torn?
Between sympathy and anger
When the one sent to protect
Was the one feeding me to danger
I painfully miss him
The man who hurt my soul
Because all I ever wanted
To be daddy's baby girl
Now that the pain has increased and became greater, I wish for the day I can go and meet
my maker. All the wrong cards have been dealt to me. Fifty-two pick up should be the game
for me. I wish I could shatter all these windows so I can break out of this thing, but its
like I’m hooked to straps and I can’t get out of these things. I’m pulling, struggling,
and fighting. I’m doing nothing but wasting my energy now. Hyper then ever now, I start to
scratch at my skin. Wanting to get the straps off, so I can start running again. But no
matter how much running I do it seems like I just can’t win. Masquerading behind a fake
face when I approach my friends. Its like I’m living a double life because I’m always
scared of what people might say or do to me, I’m starting to feel the rage again. And I
don’t know if I can hold it back that long again. I feel like I’m about to snap. I’m
caring bombs, about to blow up the map because this pain is strong like that. Save Me!!!
I feel like just walking away
Please save me from this pain I’m living everyday
Somebody please save me
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