There is a decision, that involves our life,
the hurts and pains, the misery and strife.
As you know, both good and bad we be,
but the only wrongs in this world, is in others, that we see.
In this world as we live, when with each other, we fight,
we spread those seeds of darkness, instead of spreading the light.
Those things we say, how they kill the heart,
as we justify ourselves, we hold others guilty of their part.
The subtle ways, that we don’t seem to see,
how the darkness uses others, except for you and me.
We are all alike, but we don’t see the same way,
there is a decision to make, before that final day.
We are both, good and bad you see,
the way we live, is just how we be.
Good or bad, is the choice, that we have to face,
for life is the price, at the end of our race.
The decision that we make, leads to life or death, you see,
if we willingly, continue to live as both, we will live in misery.
It is hard to except that our world now is broken—
I have heard it whisper so at night,
When the stars, like punctured lanterns,
Bleed their ancient light.
I have walked through streets of ashen hours
Where hope lay trampled, torn, and thin,
And every door I dared to open
Groaned with grief within.
The clocks all tick with hollow lungs,
Time coughing dust instead of breath,
Each moment married to a shadow,
Each cradle pledged to death.
Once, truth wore garments white as snow,
Now draped in rags of doubt and dread;
The lie is crowned with jeweled head,
The honest word lies dead.
Yet still the heart—perverse, undying—
Refuses silence, kneels, and cries,
As if some mercy sleeps beneath
These bruised and blistered skies.
O world, thou fractured mirror-face,
Reflecting sorrow, shard by shard,
To know thee thus, and love thee still,
Is agony—yet hard.
For to except thy broken form
Is not to bless despair’s cruel reign,
But name the wound, stare at the blood,
And yet—I am remains.
The evening comes, I recognize
The same old evening’s here
A blurry line across the skies
The sounds of cars I hear
Quite as distinguished as they were
From the embankment side
The motorbikes are also there
Their engines never die
They fade into the background soon
And silence chills the breeze
It fills the gap between my room
And crowns of the trees
And everything looks as before
In this old evening blue
Except I’m seeing you no more
To hear your I love you
Except that everything we are
Has turned to ash again
Except my dearest love's gone far
It’s all about the same.
Such crazy feeling
As if I knew nil in life
Except loving you.
"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realize"
Once you have truly felt the heart of God
there is no emotion on earth
that can ever match it!
Not the flight of Angels nor the joys of heaven
Not the human touch nor your basic needs
nothing can ever appease you
like the love of your God;
Without the seat of His soul,
you own nothing substantial to sit on;
Once you have realized this simple truth,
nothing remains to be seen, its all illusion *
When it comes to pass,
everything shall perish,
everything except, His undying love for you.
There is nothing wrong with me
Besides the curve of my bones
And the curve of my two eyes.
There is nothing wrong with earth
Besides the razors on pine
The falling of the downfall.
On Sunday, I like to kill myself
On Monday, I plan my next death.
I have no enemy except
The curving of my hollow spine.
I have no enemy except
The hollow of my own, hollow eye.
NOTHING IN MY LIFE WILL COME AGAIN
Bless my day
my day is blessed
Because I'm alive
because I am
Nothing in my life will come again
Except the life and love mine Father gives me
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Waltz Wave Form- 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1
None
There is
In
My heart
Except me
From birth
To
The death
I’m the truth
Where active soul
Cultivates
Myself
To
Seek and
Know thyself
For the
Love
That is
God
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
04/03/2023
I like the dark,
The unseen, unknown, the scary,
Except for heights, that you can keep away from me.
I like mystery,
The clues, scenes, the possibilities,
Just not if they lead me to the top of a high rise building.
I like adventure,
Like Camping, kayaking, and hiking,
Just not too close to that cliff's edge, (trembling) I can see.
I like to travel,
By boat, car, or train,
Truth is, I even like planes....
Just don't tell me we're skydiving today.
*Decided to poke fun at myself for my fear of heights.*
Published?
I Do
Due
Thanks
Died Or So?
Hatred Yours
Been Off
You Dear
You Dearest
However How's All
Been Together Or Tonight
You Are Down To Earth But No
As I Do
As We Fires Your Blames Away
No Suffer Suffering
.....
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I despise her. She is loud.
He is my nemesis. I could tell you stories….
They are the worst neighbors of all.
If their car was any closer to my fence I would shoot holes in it.
If I had a gun.
I cannot stand the new guy with the pick-up truck.
He is your typical Chevy driver.
They always pull out in front of you.
I would never date one of them.
Just a second. The neighbors are….
”HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
I have to tell you, these neighbors are stuck up.
Won’t answer a simple question.
I hate all of the neighbors except for you.
I like you.
That’s why I never turn you into the cops when you are speeding.
I don’t like it, but I have not called them yet.
Damn! A solicitor is banging on my door.
If I had a gun….
I fear nothing,
Except myself
And all the suffering,
It’s bad for my health.
I fear everything,
I fear freedom and wealth,
It’s always something
Making me lose my sense of self.
I fear feeling trapped
Stuck in this cage
I had to re-adapt,
I had to relinquish the rage.
I fear the shadows
That hide in the corners of my mind,
Waiting for my eyes to close,
Eerily they sit
And bide their time.
I fear dying by another’s hand,
How could no one see?
Were their heads buried in the sand?
He smelled my fear,
Pulled me closer
And whispered,
“Hello Dear.”
I fear losing everything I’ve worked for,
The bonds I have made,
That alone scares me down to my core
And is the reason that I stay,
Every single day.
I fear falling,
Both physically and failing,
I have a problem of stalling,
Behind me dreams I run,
Trailing behind.
I fear nothing,
Except myself
And all of the memories
And damaged mental health.
I
Space looks empty but for us; our minds must pin our "objects" someplace
II
The soul lives on, in Joy or pain - the component named mind creates them
I would like any color except orange, the groom admitted.
The bride smiled, knowing one thing for sure.
He was flexible, and open minded, and he would love orange.
All she had to do was put it in the right places, in the right way.
She brought his mother a gorgeous orange flower arrangement.
My favorite color is orange! His mother said.
The bride smiled. Her plan was working.
Their wedding colors were orange, pink and yellow, and it was amazing.
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