When we judge the past do we condemn the future to the past
Some fight to retain what they have, others to gain what they don’t
If there is only “one” God why can’t we agree on it?
My grandson learned to snap his fingers, he’ll be running for office soon.
If all the dominos would just stay put all would be well.
Insider trading…”I’ll give you three cigarettes for the candy bar”.
As the days fall like dominos
It becomes easier to predict
That one day, a domino will fall
Just as predicted.
The first domino observed
Being an Android cellphone,
Next, an Android companion
Eventually, becoming our Android Master
Taking care of all our needs.
One day,
Mankind will be AI's pet.
Filled with the stems of never doing stuff.
I have enough dominos that could slam into me.
Like old stuff, who knows.
Why don’t I write everyday?
When writing-whispers happen all the time.
But that’s them.
The stems of not doing stuff are like broccoli stems.
But that’s who they are.
The art of writing sometimes sits in me like I ate all the dominos.
The writing-whispers get chopped up.
Bent blades do all the work.
The meteor was coming near
But little Robbie had no fear
His parents knew earth was DOA
But he tried to argue, to save the day.
He said, “Dear Space Rock, don’t I have rights
My life and liberty are in your sights
I like puppies and cats, and elephants too
You’re coming for me, but what did I do?”
Robbie’s Dad said "son, a rock can’t feel
There’s no moral part to which you can appeal
It doesn’t matter how nice you are
We’re at the mercy of a shooting star."
The meteor missed, the earth was fine
But still it was the end of the line
The ideologues came for Robbie’s Dad
He tried to argue, his naivete was sad.
The ideologues had a one-track mind
It was year one, time to leave the past behind
No freedom, no rights, that was the deal
They just laughed at Robbie's father's spiel
When criminals or ideologues, have you in their sights
Say goodbye to logic, and to your rights
Look around, the dominos fall
Can't argue with a rock, can't charge at a wall.
She's clutching her necklace,
As if the pendant were made from her mother's hand.
She's scratching her own neck,
As if no one had noticed her trembling glance.
She makes her way through the crowd,
Dancing her feet upon the ground,
Her shallow breath's set trails of dominos,
Falling into the rhythm of the dripping sound.
She hates crowded places,
But not as much as the paces inside her head.
She hates people blabbering,
But not as much as the echoing void screeching till she's mad.
She's a natural communicator,
People find love within her.
She's a gifted liar,
People find her a wonder.
But she's a greedy eater, a soul-sucker,
Nothing more than a mental terrorist,
Disguised as the lovely florist,
Guarding away the stinking putrid.
She seeks power through the reflection of strangers' glimpses,
While tearing herself from her own flesh.
She did this to herself.
She says she's running out of time,
Neglecting the child sobbing,
The apple's still fresh.
She did this to herself.
Oh trudeau 'in your troubled place' with idea-ology so out
Of place!
Sad to see the ( experiment?) Has destroyed Canada
With much dis-content!
Many people homeless, in a bountiful land? What were you
Doing?
Was this always the plan?
For it seems? That just like dominos falling there is a pattern
That some are installing'
You've done a lot' you've snorted deep! You've rode the wave of the peoples sleep'
You've met the demons.' You've danced the dance; took
The oath.'
You're in the trance' hell has bought you, your spirit is gone
Gods turning you over' you're pure wrong!
"Without Within"
It just takes one over-zealous do-gooder
to set the dominos of destruction on a roll
and the war begins
without within
within without
heaven was trampled that day
the kangaroo court had its way
and all dreams were blugeoned to death
heads rolled soaked in blood and revenge
each day the impermanence glitched
to return to poetic permanence
This is how the war begins
within without
without within
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“The darkness you see when you close your eyes is Kali.”
What kind of pizza do you want?
I don’t want Dominos or Jacks or Pizza Hut.
My favorite pizza is vintage Chef-boy-Ar-dee
We used to fry up hamburger and make this greasy delight
It was so smeary red greasy, it fell apart in our hand
We had to use a fork, and the crust was delightful.
Making it from a box, seemed like making it from scratch.
I loved it so much, I dream of it sometimes.
Growing up and now
As adults, we always
Had each other's back
We threw parties, had cookouts
Play cards and even dominos
We were a happy family until
Until an outsider came along
With a family friend
His present made chill
Bumps rise upon your body
After a few weeks
Things turned sour within
The family, because of his
Two faced and twisted lies
Began to crumble and have
Never been close again so,
Be careful who you let enter
Into your family's circle
They'll destroy it
I saw a CEO in her workout suit
riding on a Peloton when there was a toot
'Dominos Delivery,' rang the voice, 'Your pizza is still hot'
CEO opened the window just enough, saying 'Thanks a lot'
Standing by her side, her loyal dog, his head so curiously cocked ~
surely thinking, 'When I'm top dog, that's how I will rock'
A Villanelle by Jelsr
Junebug couldn't stop thinking about the hood the house
It was just so slumming and urban
Never had he known anything so robust
That morning, Junebug was shocked by loss
He had to calm himself with a cross
Andy couldn't stop thinking about the house
Later, Taten was spooked by a townhouse
He tried to focus on a herein
Never had he known anything so in-house
Junebug tried to distract him with a penthouse
Said his mind had become too interurban
Taten couldn't stop thinking about the pit-bull eating rotten souse
Hood rats playN dominos
Wild cats in the trash cans crunching Doritos
Come to find out they were both under the influence
Homeless living in a crack-house
2/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Hiding behind
man-made…
walls and boundaries.
The past lingers.
A caged tiger
pacing.
Striped
secrets hidden…camouflaged.
Stalks through my thoughts…
Influences…
Persuades…
Negative…
Stress…
…magnified.
Denial…
Easy to point
away.
Unbeknownst hurt to those
truest to heart.
The walls weaken.
A single predatory eye stares through
a crack in the wall.
Boundaries start to be tested…
The tiger stands on hind legs and licks the wall…to
test.
Unresolved trauma and problems
shift blame to the loved.
The walls collapse…
Dominos.
The weak are easy prey…
Claws and teeth sink into
flesh.
More of a play
thing…really;
Love is absent,
care is false,
and time given only for
lust.
The tiger yawns…
walks away satisfied and free.
No worries.
Left…
Awoken from your
dream,
a pile of rubble…your
castle.
Three children weep,
holding a hand of someone
forgotten
in the ruins.
Realization.. thunder is heard.
Torrents of rain.
A flood.
Emotions…you can’t swim.
No escape.
I really shouldn't order pizza
in a way I didn't though
because I ended up ordering Dominos
My taste buds made me do it
and a coupon at half price
I hadn't had pizza in so long
it was a treat nice
My scale and blood sugars
will tattle on me though
But that is a worry for tomorrow
today I feast on Dominos
"Give it back!" He shouted.
Hands tied by retirement , out of shape like Halloween pumpkins.
Death on his mind , trigger on the head....
Bamn! He falls , blood spills , neighbors knock at the door ...no reply another falls victim to gravity!
Damn!
Lonely in righteousness you pray the truth reveal
but forces greater of all might combine against you for the kill
With faith you fight the gallant fight and falsehoods are revealed
but forces laugh and mock you down dismissive for the kill
If no one looks will they see, if no one listens will they hear
but you are not alone as millions of prayers bare
Despite the odds of greater might the common continue the fight
the mighty in lusty arrogance with foolishness they spite
The common will not lose for then their world would end
despicable and insane the mighty condemn them
It's over, get over it, we must punish them all
the mighty rant boisterous before the mighty fall
Time is precious time is dear, fight the mighty without fear
win one battle see the dominos fall and the common cheer
Keep your faith, for 2020 has been bizarre but even more
if the mighty steal this day we will roar back in 2024
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