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WHO IS NEVER AT FAULT
Selah Selah Selah
eh eh eh wooo!
A wooo oh woo woo...
Who is at never, at fault;
Beloved we all stumbled,
In many ways yet even in this;
Already been dismissed;
It's been nailed to the cross;
Our past present and future hurts;
And imperfect that I am;
I am love loved not judged;
Even in my mistakes;
Oh my my my
why why why
Oh! Perfect God love an imperfect me;
When I am at fault past present future tense;
Have already been forgiven;
Who is at never at fault;
Though I do make faults My Father has already forgiven Hallelujah
8/9/25
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr.
Kind of Pidgin style
Dear Future Boyfriend
I may not be perfect to love,
Jealous when I see you with others,
Sad when you come home late,
Scared when you're not taking my calls—
But every beat of my heart still whispers your name.
Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered
When you do things that hurt—
That's because everything you do is not new.
I'm used to being by myself,
So silence became my shield.
But don’t mistake my strength for not caring.
I still hope for someone gentle and true—
A love that feels like home, not a battlefield.
I remind myself daily of my worth,
And I pray, that when we meet,
You’ll love me with the same softness I offer you.
Dear Future Boyfriend
I may not be perfect to love,
Jealous when I see you with others,
Sad when you come home late,
Scared when you're not taking my calls—
But every beat of my heart still whispers your name.
Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered
When you do things that hurt—
That's because everything you do is not new.
I'm used to being by myself,
So silence became my shield.
But don’t mistake my strength for not caring.
I still hope for someone gentle and true—
A love that feels like home, not a battlefield.
I remind myself daily of my worth,
And I pray, that when we meet,
You’ll love me with the same softness I offer you.
I know you already know, it’s not your fault, the life I sought...the bad choices, that was all me. If I could gather all the words the stars have ever heard, still they wouldn't be enough to say what you deserve. You raised four girls on your own, it taught me how to love and how to be strong. You gave me love in gentle hands, taught me how to rise and how to stand.
Your love was stitched in every thread...a haven soft, where angels tread.
But somewhere on my path I veered....chased shadows....and ran from fear. I made mistakes, I lost my way and broke your heart along the way.
I want to say with all my soul, it wasn’t you, who lost control. You raised me right, you raised me strong. I just took some wrong turns all along.
But even then though storms I caused, you stood beside me, never paused. Your patient, brave, and kind..a steady hand, a guiding mind.
I never meant to bring you pain, to make you cry, to leave a stain. Each tear you shed, I carry too...a silent ache for hurting you. But still you love and still you stay, your grace has never walked away. And now I see through clearer skies the strength behind your tear filled eyes.
I blame it on life,
But really it's all on me.
You wouldn't believe the fu*cking mess I've made.
Blame
Everyone likes to point fingers and
Make sure someone else is
Always at fault, but that can be a
Lame excuse when the finger pointers share the
Blame.
Red rage in our streets
Conjured reasons, to obscure
Propagandized news!
I light the match
And watch the flame flicker.
The flame is bright,
A beautiful blue, orange and yellow.
I know that if I touch this flame
I’ll be burned. Perhaps scarred.
But as I stare at this dancing flame
All I can think of is the beauty.
So I reach out with my other hand,
Slowly, tentatively, purposefully.
But then I stop, look at the flame.
And I think about what I’m doing.
Then I drop the match.
I watch the flame, stare at it.
In the back of my mind hoping I don’t get burned.
I yearn for not but your devotion true
A sacred bond you must uphold
You breathed me in the breath I drew
Yet love runs from you faint and cold
Have I transgressed? I toil in vain,
Yet still, you shun my desperate plea.
Affection spurned, a heart in pain,
Forsaken in this MISERY.
Hey, sire, would you ever love?
“I do not, I do not care.”
Can you take me seriously?
“You’re young and stupid.”
Not a day by without the wonder
Of the lack of sentiment you bring
Reflection, though not a blunder
So in your fault I now can sing.
always ends the same,
i’ve come to learn that loving someone is a dangerous game.
the only way i learned was from the pain of a mistake,
soon you get used to seeing people walking with there back turned to you.
from the start you know the ending you convince yourself this time it wont happen,
this is something new.
its never your happy storyline,
they wont even remember you when there forty-nine.
i know there is one i will always see in my rearview,
in those years to come i will always see you.
don’t blame me i never wanted you to leave,
you have moved on but i still grieve.
i tried to warn you about this game,
i tried to tell how it all ends the same,
you took it as a pinch of salt,
in the end you told me its not my fault.
just turn back around,
and you will see me there waiting to be found.
They follow you into the dark,
Into the depths of valley’s and
Shallows of forests.
Till they find you alone,
And tear you apart, despite your desperate moans.
They stay there till there is nothing left.
Till every bone is broken and bent and
All your cries and pleas are spent.
And somehow, it’s never their fault.
It’s always you, your clothes or your body.
Your mere existence is a crime
And you are made of pay for it,
As if your body had no rights,
You are born to satisfy their desires,
To tame their insatiable fire,
To be their slave till your heart appeals.
It’s not their fault.
It’s yours.
You are born for it,
Now you bear with it.
‘The fault, dear Brutus, lies not within the stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.’
(Julius Caesar, Act 1, Scene 2)
Drat, all the time
I spent reading horoscopes~
I can’t blame my problems on:
Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Sagittarius,
Cancer, Gemini, Aries, Taurus, Libra,
Aquarius, Pisces and Scorpio.
Here it has been my fault
all along!
Justification
of illusion
the surface
unsure
Each step
poorly taken
new death
— to allure
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
We drift, unaware—
years merge into moments,
promises fall by the wayside, collect dust.
If we could backtrack every decision,
each fault line of our days,
would we discover we really lived
or just shuffled in place?
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