The Villian in Someone's Eyes
Walking through these chapters of familiar fires.
Are you responsible for someone's clinging to
Old versions of you?
Villian in Someone's eyes.
Ongoing condemning and manipulation on evaluating
others.
Most people don't understand themselves, So let
them continue to misunderstand you.
Some actions are preceived as villainous acts
because lack of control.
She's not backing down yet She's her own advocate,
Accept this role and continue to protect your peace.
Set boundaries keep moving forward in this illusion
of assumptions of being a villian in someone's eyes.
Altho' I didn't study for my Rorschach test
when the proctor a doctor a shrink
evaluating my perception in search of insight
to discover what I might really think
handed me ten pictures on a card
I took a long hard look
then knew exactly what I did see
and did not blot my copybook
as often what you're gazing at
is simply (on the dot) precisely that
so it was not difficult at all
personally from where I sat
to pass with flying colours
and unravel this Gordian Knot
it wasn't a butterfly moth or bat
sometimes an inkblot is just an inkblot
Returned to the wooded place I shed tears
where speaking out loud without any fears
had no shame or guilt attached to the spew
birds deer fairies fae gathered by the few
looking on from afar allowing my release
so I can continue my self-healing in peace
it was therapy for my soul without any pay
evaluating how far I have come along today
sound of an ovation of clapping oak leaves
spiders appeared showcases web weaves
feeling appreciated never a moment before
time to leave because there's more to explore
this wooded place I will never ever forget
remembering it will be my perfect outlet
arrived with pain left with tremendous grace
how could I ever forget this imperfect place
Humans act in accordance to a cliche,
my uniqueness is in delay.
Nihility calls my name,
existence is in shame.
Evaluating an enigma that have not yet have an answer,
curiosities are to be a cancer.
Humans come in all shapes or forms,
yet there’s an universal norm.
I am nothing close to remarkable, it is improbable.
Amethyst, the amalgamation of deep red and blue
Mingles with the motley kaleidoscopic rainbow hue
The sun, moon, and stars melodiously sing together.
Hills, mountains, valleys, and plateaus before bonfires gather
Wisdom, vision, royalty, power, and ambition glow.
Winds of magic, peace, independence, and affluence blow
Wavelengths of courage and bravery win many laurels.
Re-evaluating values, goodness weaves new morals.
Our souls have flown from this world. Yet, like cherubims, they meet
Birth-death existence cycle gloriously they complete
On a blissful earth, air, ether, water, and fire realm
As the controller and the controlled, we're on divine helm.
From time to time
Every once in a while
Now and again
Though as much as I love to write
Due and to because
What I choose to write about
Comes from and down to from my inner heart
And on that basis and although it is cathartic
My own version and art form of expressing
Delving into documenting and revealing
Exposing my true self innermost feelings
As a caveat it also comes at the expense
And certain of cost exposing and opening up
Old wounds I have as yet to heal from
So every now and then though it pains me
I have to take a break and refrain from
That which I have come to love and rely on
But nothing worthwhile ever doing
That brings one happiness or enduces pleasure
Afterwards evaluating the positives and negatives
You are then willing and able to give up
Isn't really viewed as a loss surely then
Is it
As what exactly have you lost or learned
And that also goes and applies to all concerned
Africa is very rich continent in the World
But many Africans die daily in Mediterranean sea
Sad to see how natural resources are robbing daily,
Evaluating the economy of African countries
None is closer to a poorest European Country
Complicating system which oparates to favour
EU Countries,their partners and wreck Africa.
February 25/2023
A forms and words challenge poetry contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet.
Chosen them: ABSENCE.
...First place win
In the Contest...
I try to be humble
when it comes to evaluating poetry,
reminding myself, that my penned gems
may seem paste to others – addicted
to cuneiform glitter, my mining deeply within
our shared reality tunnels sometimes left mere holes
for better landscapers forced to fill in – the dirt
I scatter to the surface,
the rocks, thousands of years' old boulders
pulverized for dear expediency, justifying actions by
use of strong verbs and a lot of campie adjectives –
the new normal, I am told, nouns are fluid...
I guess, the rain piss, and the sun an insidious thirst
for those shunning government sanctioned kool-aid
to drink, like myself, finding shelter in the holes we
have dug for self and others, calling them natural
abodes, or bypass for an earth
desperately in need of new moral
arteries – Well...having belittled who
I am and what I do, for me, my pen yet lingers
a rod and staff of sorts, a pacifier habitually in search
of divine nipples....
Each morning I take a full dose of poetry
Reading and evaluating the New Poems List,
I thoroughly enjoy the amount of diversity
Even while shaking my head, you get my gist.
Reading and evaluating the New Poems List
I’m reminded everyone thinks they’re a poet,
Even while shaking my head, you get my gist
Having a way with words, needing to show it.
I’m reminded everyone thinks they’re a poet
Many are not gifted with rhythm and rhyme
Having a way with words, needing to show it,
Before posting, proofread it one more time!
Many are not gifted with rhythm and rhyme
Good poets know these important techniques
Before posting proofread it one more time,
Learn to accept the value of sincere critiques.
Good poets know these important techniques
I thoroughly enjoy the amount of diversity
Learn to accept the value of sincere critiques
Each morning I take a full dose of poetry.
Written November 21, 2022
My heart is so beating now
Rushing blood circulating
My life is subject to how
My behavior evaluating
6/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
QUATRAIN
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.
Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the continual intake of our senses
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously,
Outlining proposals, formulating our defenses.
It processes the continual intake of our senses,
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Outlines our proposals, formulates our defenses
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances.
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Registering every impression we encounter,
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer.
Written May 9, 2022
Dark eyes awakening
drifting between the haze
illuminates one of Us.
chromatic spirits cooling out
vintage happiness memories;
it's all weightless Vibes
soul plated candy dancing dreams
Red Line eternities-give way to
Chosen notions, blinding Emotions
taking their Earthly toll
devouring human convulsions.
bridge that "generational" gap
albeit symbiotic synaptic slaps
silencing one's eclectic Ego
in an ever after mindless trap.
Light degrees in salient Soulology
moving all essence plentitudes
into a governing afterlife scope
of interdimensional compositions,
evaluating peace with weeping walls
of convivial conscious levity.
Plasticine modalities of Elder agreements.
Mo' better inner peace.
Blastoff!
there comes a time when we are shaken
violently out of pompous and vain complacency
there comes a time for solemn introspection
for re-evaluating priorities and beliefs
there comes a time for sober questioning
meaning and grasping chance for realignment
there comes a time for summoning
self-awareness and restoring faith
it's in such troubled times that we are tested
and somehow the guiding light may shine clearer than ever
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Age was never a factor between us,
Our love for English brought us together,
And we stayed that way, until recently...
Others named us "Laurel and Hardy"
And we laughed it away,
Those days we spent evaluating papers,
Talking of this, that and everything in between,
Can never be forgotten...
You are a shining star, confident and glowing,
My role model of how a teacher should be,
You cleared away all my silly doubts,
And I learnt so much from you...
We helped each other whenever possible
And that's what friends are for...
We spent precious moments together,
Editing our school magazine,
Preparing for Annual Day,
Leading the students,
And now all that remains are the memories...
I still remember you in my prayers,
Be happy wherever you are,
Spread light wherever you go,
Live long as a teacher and guide,
May your children grow up to be great!
I wish you all the best, Miss...
But most of all, I miss you!
09.24.2021
For Regina McIntosh's "A Lovely Memory" contest
As she stood there, waiting.
Waiting for a sign, a reason perhaps,
I'm glued to the television, knowing
Her world is about to collapse.
The pain in her heart, is mine
too. Her eyes all cried out, staring,
directly at the camera, I can sense it
in my bones, it's obtrusive, glaring.
I hear she screamed when she saw,
the pool of blood and people oscillating.
Her whole world destroyed, in a moment,
truly vile, nauseating.
I'm a mere spectator, in this dysfunctional
world. Forcing my thoughts, evaluating.
And there she is, fighting every day,
running, crying, dying, alternating.
I move around my house, helplessly.
For I only know her pain, not understand it,
hating the world, the people, everyone,
for the crimes they didn't commit.
Will she get the justice she deserves?
I do not know, but I do know
that tonight, we'll both won't sleep,
we'll both see him, alive, breathing, a shadow.
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