Importance
Brittle while still beating
Facing ordeals bound unscrupulous
Memories and self-fleeting
Roaming humankind, staying meticulous
Probing for thy true identity
Shedding light upon the unrighteous trials
Rummaging for crumbs of serenity
Confronting the blunt force of society’s denials
They walk in spotless, pointed shoes, through burned fields
hands in front, folded in prayer.
Their talk drips honey, over the graves they dug themselves.
calling it mercy.
They are artisans of fog,
blurring horizons with smoke and mirrors.
Every wound they make is a misunderstanding,
blamed on the victims of their attacks.
They weave fig-leaf halos out of denials,
as snakes unwind and recoil in the grass.
Their smiles are taut, righteous, and rehearsed
eyes gleaming with the confidence of a practiced con.
They speak of love, but leave heart-shaped tattoos,
as mementos and curios in their wake.
To face them is to stand before a mirror,
that swears blind your reflection never existed.
They fear no reckoning.
For the wrongs are always someone else’s.
Their smugness is deaf, dumb, and blind,
born of sacred, frozen certainty,
worn like virtue naked on face and sleeve.
They polish ashes and call them grace,
reclaiming the fire for yet another fight.
They dress the wound, deny the blame,
their forgiveness ever lame—
in virtuous disdain.
Heard the news all about strait of Hormuz
Israel derail flail impale Septic tanks muse
Evisceration of entire nation excuse do use
The emancipation of a pariah state the ruse
Eschews queues of pundit crews from pews
Abuse truths confuse proof of sleuths views
Clues bright clear hues who did light the fuse
Whichever side you choose everyone will lose
Fossil fuel rule the soaring price of a barrel
Notoriety of warring society as things unravel
Deploring apparel Dickensian dystopia carol
Impropriety imploring piety noone can travel
Trump myopia even after alarm of Vietnam
Cruise missiles trials denials all about harm
Disarm nuclear piles more lies from the farm
Can’t becalm not napalm just arm AI wiles
No qualm war once more hush defile isles
Crush the rush of plush paedophiles files
Subliminally I come before you;
I am bruised, covered in circumstances;
Through this life I am used;
Fashioned and shaving like a wooden dowel;
There is slow coming back from this;
People from the glass bottoms on trial;
Refusing their denials;
12/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
What if Epstein was a blue bird ready to sing
Despite being found dead of a rope’s swing
Did he hide secrets of wealthy pedophiles
Pictures tell a thousand stories no denials
The struggle real while inside I search myself
Looking find peace among my depths darkness feeds
Pain in life, which side do you choose
That I am me, not of world I hunger
For death is certain the short coming dream
Fight for life or right to live free
Created a constituted law to existence being
Purpose which we live our heart's given
Was it love our ambition once derived the soul
Before of age, how I long passing winds
Once youth of a nation the minutes tick away
Future fades my eyes yet I feel I fail
Humanity uncharted, unchanged biblically tales are told
We are not free, even ourselves denials truth
Living shoes of another journeyer steps
Like world, ancestors buried in vain misery
Only joy, peace they sleep loves emotion
To be with one is to be alone deeply felt
I reach the cold breaths warmth as if alive
A wolf's howl, domination in unity survival instinct
I am lone wolf, the bear I eat before dawning
My strength, the man I change be not my demise but life I carry
Realistic, reality to truth is change in yourself quietness waits
Freedom comes with a cause
A price to pay
Only the brave pay dearly
Due to the danger of suffering
Even when you're doing your best
It seems like you've done nothing
Due to denials and oppression from opposition.
To be a mastermind
You must master your mind
Knowing what you're made for or of
Then surrounding yourself with masters of minds
Sharing your opinion with others
For a specific or common interest or goal.
To give a masterpiece
You must work with
Masters of the mind
People who know
What they want or need in life
Doing what brings them closer to their goals.
Concentrate
So you can penetrate
Through that concrete
Which are obstacles, denials and more
Into your concealed dreams or visions
Without deviating from your mission.
Focus and keep looking ahead
So you don't loose guard
Then fall back or resent
That's what a coward does
Relenting or forfeiting dreams.
Distraction is an enemy
That steals your glory
Gain victory over you
If you ain't focus or curious
So; concentrate on what's ahead of you
Concentrate on the necessities
Forget about the naysayers
People always have something to talk.
If I were a kente kite
I’d hang u by your toes
And we’d delight in flight
Of poetic purple prose
We would drop lines
So electric and so divine
Emerald eclectic electric shine
Lighting up the darkest minds
If I were a holy book
I’d say all the right words
Anyone who takes a look
Would feel seen and heard
No need for virgin vanity
We all make a pile of dust
Sealed by indigo insanity
Revealed by true blue trust
If I were a catchy turquoise tune
I’d be your favorite song
And like fragrant flower you bloom
As the world sniffs and sings along
But only am I a country girl
With tears, fears, smiles and denials
Yet my pen has but to twirl
To rock the planet a while
Welcome to another phase
A new dawn, another era
It's festive season, love the reason
A new month, without deceased
Radiating liveliness not decay
December without denials or delay we pray.
The last month of the year 2024
But not the last month for us
The month of impeccable discernment
Birthing awareness for actions
Igniting our passion for glory
Leading us to flawless victory we pray.
Oh God of creations! direct our course
Making charity and peace our priority
Renew thy spirit within us
So we can love more than we hate
Giving more than we take
Unite us, so we can show compassion
For other's religion, cultures and traditions
Without discrimination but discernment we pray.
Loyalty is not royalty or power
Being absolutely trustworthy
That others confide in you
Fearless of betrayals or denials
Sharing dreams and secrets
Without hesitating or pondering.
Loyalty binds companions
The bond that bind all together
Both the master and apprentice
The watchword of Nations
Without loyalty no establishments
Loyalty yields cooperation.
Where there's no loyalty
There's always competition
Where there's no competition
The people are civilized
They support each for the top
Loyalty dissolves tyrant
Never seen a dog bites it's owner.
TITLE: SOBER
It's over but
Keeps coming over
One after another
Sober thoughts
Drained
Down
Sad ladder
Rising to blaze
Blades amazes
Eating
Void
Thoughts
Burning
Ablaze
Quenching
Inner fire
Get out of mercy
Self denials
Emerged
Established
Addiction
Illusion
Consumption
Destruction
Cells
Wrinkles
Surface
Ageing without race
No place to pace
Lost inner peace
Choas the body
Leads
Relent
Relent? Give up on
That addiction
Manipulation or
sober
slobber
over
never
Forever.
One's heart, One's soul was entrusted, dispensed on a platter with
good intentions.
Some say love should hurt because love is pain, Love shouldn't hurt
it's an expression of actions and not words.
For what purposes? Ego, Deceit, Double Dealings, Manipulations.
Is Love on a two-way street? Triangles, guards, denials, and heartaches
all are Complicated.
Healing amidst all the heartaches ingresses comebacks, self defense and
divine protection of healing one's inner being.
(This dark poem was written on the anniversary and in memory of the events of January 6, 2021.)
Gallows at the Capitol
By Mark D. Stucky
“Hang Mike Pence”
was the chilling chant
the day democracy died
on a gallows at the Capitol,
when citizens began rejecting
election outcomes they didn’t like,
and, to get their way, turned to
threats, harassment, and violence.
Denials of elections, ethics, and common sense
lead us ever further down a path toward ruin.
Democracy’s rough corpse is already rotting
as we now slouch toward another election.
(See also my poems "The 2023rd Psalm," "Bathing with Bathsheba," and "The Art of the Devilish Deal.")
(The image is a collage of two images by Andy Feliciotti and Johannes Blenke on Unsplash.com.)
Promises are made only to fade quickly with broken vows that are never given a chance to be kept.
How easily they are gathered and weathered and swept under the woven rug.
Empty words of love are spoken to tease your heart that is bleeding and broken,
But soon they fade into the bitter, cold night, in hopes of finding a place to lay down and die without a fight.
When your tears subside and you find your way out of the foggy haze, you step into denials' search for better days...only to find yourself looking for someone to blame for all your heart ache and shame.
In the shattered mirror left hanging on the wall...you are left to come to a realization...and you spend the rest of your life protecting your broken heart.
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