Moving On Don't Erase Wrong
It just proved the truth still talks
Talks through the cracks they tried to cover,
Talks through the silence they hoped would
Suppress me,
Talks through every bruise that learned how
To speak without permission.
I walk with what I encountered, not because
The story ain't done testifying.
They say "move on" like healing is hocus-pocus,
Like justice disintegrates
if you stop disclosing the wound.
But I'm built from the kind of pain that shuns
To stay quiet, the kind that looms on corners
And tells the truth with its sternum.
Moving on, don't erase wrong-it just confirms
The truth still talks, and today, I'm the one
Letting it speak.
Sentenced to a lifetime of repeats,
rewind repeat rewind repeat
I see it written on the walls
of my mind
the sentence keeps me caged
like a bird dying for light and freedom
of the open sky of endless blue horizons
but it is only a window of illusion
upon which I stun myself trying to escape
and still it stays secreted away
written in a language I can see
but can’t understand
even the doctors are helpless
with their potions and powders
and endless talk talk talk
please just read it and translate it
and tell me what it says
this run-on sentence I can’t erase.
May we be blessed to think about
the words we write and say…
Think about their impact…
before we send them on their way.
Before we use words to harm…
humiliate or disgrace…
may we be blessed to remember how feelings…
unlike words…
are not so easy to erase.
(For the restoration of justice, peace and normality in the middle east)
Pride of arabs, hezbollah
and you, iranian army
take the initiative. Unite!
to deal with the scumbags
and with the houthi for support
different cultures, common goal
together you can do this
Reclaim the stolen arab land
make israel disappear
the ethnostate of criminals
the most immoral country
the genocidal zionists
insult to all mankind
its puppet has blood on her hands
america's complicit
That entity should not exist!
a crime is its existence
for justice, for humanity
from every map erase it
(Then, the whole planet will rejoice
indians are excluded)
Galaxy, heart, erase, gaze, cold, tender
A swirling galaxy of thought,
Where feelings bloom and then are caught.
My heart, a fragile, beating thing,
Can soar on hope, or sharply sting.
A wish to erase the memory's sting,
Of words like ice, a frozen spring.
Your lingering gaze, a distant star,
Both near and infinitely far.
A touch so tender, soft and light,
Against the encroaching, endless night.
Then sudden cold, a chilling breeze,
Rustling through the silent trees.
Can our eyes see their scars,
Which we claim that they made for us,
Have we thought of those scars we made,
Yes- we made in their hearts permanently?
They cannot step out with dignity,
Maybe just for an act unknowingly done or filled with stupidity,
Nobody will look unto them or their family,
Will their grief also come down gradually?
Forgiving is not a mistake,
It is but an act of kindness,
They may have stolen due to poverty,
But, yes- My dear Jean Valijean, I know you don't deserve this cruelty.
If I wash such a Bishop,
I would have purchased an entire bakery for you to satisfy your hunger,
But that poor child stole a piece of cake from another,
Does this silly act too deserve a reaction filled with anger?
I can see repentance in your eyes,
And the promises you make to me in the future to be nice,
Hope we too could forgive you just by being wise,
And make our temper cool down with that cube of ice!
“I wish I could erase you,”
is what I said, the words spat like venom.
Spat like the poison in my veins.
He knew it was in my wine,
the belladonna that’s ruined my eyes.
There’s two of him, two broken smiles.
Did he want to kill me?
Did they force him?
“I wish you didn’t fall for me,” he croaked to my dying body.
And as I died, as sweet life
slipped between my fingers
like a fleeing butterfly,
his last words to me were;
“I would never erase you.”
In my wooden form, stories I unfold
A simple pencil with tales yet untold
Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans
A tool for artists, scholars, and fans
With every stroke, ideas take flight,
From blank pages to visions bright
I wear down slowly but I never cease
Creating worlds piece by piece
Though small and humble I hold great power
In every line I mark each hour
When you looked at me
Like I was the only one
I could not help but hope
That it was all true
That you had not lied
It was not just a pretty picture you drew
but you laughed at me
with coldness in your eyes
and I thought
what a fool I was
to think a person like you
would ever even notice
my heart shattering like a glass.
you said stay
and then you asked me to move on
like a goat tied to leash
you shoo me away
only to pull me back in
and like a loyal dog
I give up the chance to go
And stay
Just like you asked
While you turn your head away
I keep looking for you
Through the wall of glass.
Sunshine of light give her a life hell of him episode amazing creator of the Dawn we lift up raised hands and on in every praise triumphant to God be the glory for you are author and we are the words on the page we are part of Eternal story and for that we give you the glory you are in the darkest steps of dark and you are the brilliant brightest light and we stand before you in your triumphant we give you Gloriana and praise we lift you up your name hello him this your new day dawn
4/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
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life's heart of being
...'memories'...
allows an unlocking
of time as an existent
...'meme or ease'...
of mind to tip-a-fly
the minutes such that
...'me more eased'...
to see the past change
to now-consistency as a
...'meme-ore eraser'...
to reveal the origin-all
stans sand
the day hides the blue
butterflies of the same color
disperse hastily
History
A carbon copy of the past
To prevent a loss or lapse in memory
Even when people become Alcheimer patients
History remains
The good and evil remain
No one can erase the past
But to learn a lesson
To behave well
And to teach the younger generation
The fact that
Truth and history never die
J-ust
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S-pread
E-liminating
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S-tealth
B-acteria
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R-abidly
N-oxious
E-pidemic
Topic: Birthday of Jesse Osborne (June 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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