I sold my brother's coin collection for a fix/
Police and thieves/
Coke n smack, synth riffs and puffs
Jack McDuff, Sure ’Nuff ’n funk for you/
My life is on freeze, please don't tease
Pop the beat, heroin junkies down the street
Hookers trickin' where we used to meet/
Jazz horn and the abstract truth
The cross is afraid of women's rights/
Stay on the fight, the truth is right
Lo-fi delights while eating shrooms/
Mojave Desert eagle walk
While wearing peyote buttons round my neck
As we talked, a raven's feather flew in her hair
She was high on acid and said
I looked like a shaman dancing with a bear/
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
It is only a quaurter to six
Again she is back out the door
Her emotions now in a mix
The world around her obscure
If not tapping she then ticks
As shes in need of much more
Along the way turning a few tricks
But of that l am not quite so sure
How ever it is one gets their kicks
It is always the same as before
As in need of another quick fix
Again she has now gone to score
Taken from 2014 poem her life style...
Moving on doesn't magically fix injustice
They say, "Move on" like pain's a switch,
Like an interval of time alone alters that
Glitch.
But scars don't fade; incitement they insist-
Moving on doesn't magically fix inequity.
You walk forward, still feel the bruise,
Still hear the fabrication they tried to use.
Healing ain't concealing what they dismissed-
Moving on doesn't magically fix injustice.
Dropped the mirror once again.' What will i see.? In those already shattered panes.'
How much longer can it be of use? May there be comfort in the fractures..
One thing among many' my nephew will find, it harder to use, with his cocaine powder, and love of straight lines.'
I too felt somewhat broken,
you came along and gave me strength.
You picked up the pieces
and put me back together
more beautiful than I had ever been.
And, my heart oozed with serene happiness,
the kind that grows from finding wisdom.
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2026
Woooa a woo Oh
Let us ahhh
I see you before me
O' how you adore me
You gave me eyes to hear you present
And ears to hear tour heartbeat
Ever so sweet, you speak
Let us fix out eyes, fix our eyes
Loving Father
You tell us, let us fix our eyes on Jesus,
For He alone is the author and perfecter of our faith,
Open up your mouth and praise Him.
Open up your ears and listen
Open up your eyes and see
The grace. The grace Be a living witness
I see you before me
O' how you adore me
You gave me eyes to hear you present
And ears to hear tour heartbeat
Ever so sweet, you speak
Let us fix our eyes
Woooa a woo Oh
Let us ahhh
I see you before me
O' how you adore me
You gave me eyes to hear you present
And ears to hear tour heartbeat
Ever so sweet, you speak
Let us fix out eyes, fix our eyes
Loving Father
You tell us, let us fix our eyes on Jesus,
For He alone is the author and perfecter of our faith,
Open up your mouth and praise Him.
Open up your ears and listen
Open up your eyes and see
The grace. The grace Be a living witness
I see you before me
O' how you adore me
You gave me eyes to hear you present
And ears to hear tour heartbeat
Ever so sweet, you speak
Let us fix our eyes
Ooh ooh woooh a woo O oh oh
Fix your eyes on jesus
Abide abide abide in his love
Agape
HALLELUJAH
Ooh ooh woooh a woo O oh oh
Fix your eyes on jesus
Abide abide abide in his love
Agape
HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
Beloved love,
Beautiful, we are
Fix your heart on Jesus
HALLELUJAH
Hold on to His mercies, grace.and love
Fix your eyes on Jesus
Hallelujah
4/4/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Ooh ooh woooh a woo O oh oh
Fix your eyes on jesus
Abide abide abide in his love
Agape
HALLELUJAH
Ooh ooh woooh a woo O oh oh
Fix your eyes on jesus
Abide abide abide in his love
Agape
HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH
Beloved love,
Beautiful, we are
Fix your heart on Jesus
HALLELUJAH
Hold on to His mercies, grace.and love
Fix your eyes on Jesus
Hallelujah
4/4/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The glass never belonged
Where it found itself,
Lying in pieces, wronged
A mile below the shelf
Not knowing how it got there
Needing help getting up,
Too far to reach there ...
The handle of another cup
To a corner was cast aside
Among the cobwebs and dust,
It had so swiftly glide ...
The rest of the glass did bust
Shards in the shadows laid
Year after year unrepaired,
If only the glass had stayed
Upon a shelf where someone cared.
I am that happy sinner;
Who behaves like a fool.
I wish to be one for real,
But I am too smart to be.
I am such hopeless winner:
Whose race seems too cool...
I wish to have this nice zeal,
But my hustling nature disagree.
I am one useless boy;
Who knows not of pride.
I wish to high my self esteem,
But people would see arrogance.
I am everyone useful toy:
Whose pleasure can't be dyed.
I wish its gay remains agleam...
But not enough cum my elegance.
I am such an amazing being;
Who feels no hate unknown.
I wish to live with that heart,
But my face is weary of time's arrow.
I am that goat keenly studying...
Those that sheep left alone.
Why they wish to never depart?
But living onto its daring sorrow!
From such loving trust to decrepitude. Heartbreaking. Another time.. wonderful.
Embrace the learning curve of Identical polarities. Outcomes remain. Another penny drop, another goal another gain. ??
Depression. it cuts so deep it's like open heart surgery. like the surgeon took your heart and sliced it in half and now it's broken. broken beyond repair nothing can fix it not drugs, not stitches, not staples nothing. that's depression but instead the wound has been tore open, the drugs never stop the pain, and the doctors... well they're doctors so they never listen.
With depression it's all in your head, no one can see the invisible pain, the pain you never speak of. there is no placard that says "hey look at me I'm disabled" for the depressed or mentally ill. it's always, smile more it beautiful or why are you sad with the condescending attitude as if you never experienced pain as if there has to be a sob story for you to feel sad, or as if my pain is somehow less. like my pain will somehow simply fade into the abyss.
When in the U.S.A., and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,' are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say, “To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish, and take it out, or leave it in.”
Altho' I tend not to be hungry, I've been supine all night,
yet I'll savour the flavour of her fine earthly delight(s).
Get stuck in and tuck in, with gusto, for a fry-up,
as 'shrooms, eggs, rashers and toms will all soon dry up.
But bring on the best of British brekkers,
black pudding, bangers and beans,
as bubble and squeak speaks to me,
if you know what I mean(s).
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