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Global Intifada

(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil)

Global Intifada

Everywhere you look today the world is burning
Or is a dried out husk waiting to spark.

It’s a self proclaimed global intifada after all,
Sweeping like a plague across hearts and minds.

But what exactly is this resistance all about anyway?
Inquiring minds want to know.

In a nutshell; change, as the world continues,
As it always has, to spin beyond our control.

The irony being those calling for a revolution
Really just want the world to stop being out of their control.

Stop and go back on track
To some idealized path, to some idealized goal.

While meanwhile the world just continues
To turn and burn in endless creative destruction.

Each of us a bit of tinder to fuel the fires
To temper the steel with which to forge our future.

(6/12/25)

Does Your World Hang Low?

Does your world hang low?
Does your humour ebb and flow?
Do you feel like you’re a flop
And you’re drowning down below?
Are your moods like running water
Won’t stay stable when they oughta?
Does your world – hang – low?

Is your life a drag?
Do you feel like a rag?
Does it seem as though you’re flound’ring
Through impenetrable slag?
Is the whole thing never right?
Not worth keeping up the fight?
Is your life – a – drag?

Do you hide your face?
Do you feel a disgrace?
Are you constantly avoiding
Being with the human race?
Has your life degenerated?
And your world disintegrated?
Do you hide – your – face?

Are you fighting back?
Are you taking up the slack?
Will you give in and surrender
Or go back on the attack?
Tell the world it hasn’t mastered
THIS unconquerable bastard!
NOW you’re fight – ing – back!

say it like it is

so there we go, trying to twist our thoughts for the comfort of others.
we tell lies and continue to unite, as we call ourselves a circle of brothers.
we need to sugarcoat the truth while still not biting our tongue.
but your mouth feels shut closed, trapped and swollen almost as if it was stung.

"will we forever be young?"
well you can always be the youthful soul you strive to be, age is just a number.
"i don't feel safe, am i going to be okay?"
as long as you trust yourself and keep hope alive, nothing can bother.

i can tell you the truth but sound chokes back into my throat, the truth hurts to swallow.
but the truth only drags silently, yet deafeningly loud and temporarily brings sorrow.
so the remedy for all of this is the art of being dishonest.
as we revert and go back on our words and our main promise.

so there you are, twisting your truth for the comfort of others.
instead of saying it how it is, like you were taught by your mother.
dishonest people are much more cunning than other people.
and honestly, lies hurt less in the moment, and are perfect for keeping it peaceful.

Being Yours Meant Very Little

I've fallen in and out of arms,
I've deceived and lied to get
what I wanted...wasn't too foolish?
I hurt lovers and broken lots of hearts,
laughing at them, redeeming no fault;
I'm staring from zero point and crash! 

Being all yours meant very little,
I faked everything, including passion,
they believed me and gave me all;
do their deluded looks make me tremble?
I can leave on tiptoe and feel no emotion.

You've put your trust in the wrong guy,
and condemning my lies makes you cry;
keep miles from me, don't feel mercy:
I planned this and caused your insanity!   

Being all yours meant very little,
I had fun with others and gave you none;
didn't you want more to keep you satisfied;
didn't I want less, not honoring the girl I found?

I burst into tears and feel your anger,
what kind of example did I set for myself?
not being all yours was a weird idea so unfair;
now, all the unseen pictures go back on the shelf!

The Last Cuckoo of Autumn

The clocks go back on Sunday. Don't forget!
Another hour in bed for those that sleep
For those that don't, another hour to keep
On thinking of the things that we regret
Time rumbles on. We fumble to reset
Our cuckoo clocks and watch as all the sheep
We counted slowly slide back down the steep
And stony mountain in the mud and wet -

Oh wake me when the winter ends. I'll leave
The money for the shopping in the porch
Enough for tea bags, toilet roll, and torch
No need to stop, just knock and I'll retrieve
It later. Thanks. Don't call me, I'll call you   
And don't forget the clocks! Cuckoo. Cuckoo.

© Gail Foster 31st October 2021

(In England we put the clocks back an hour at the end of October and forward an hour in the Spring, and try to remember which way round it is with the phrase 'Spring forward, fall back')

Alphabetically Repentive-

ALPHABETICALLY REPENTIVE-


All I want is just another chance
Be it instantly so conceivably
Can I be forgiven even if I preform daily wrongs?
Do I merit such, this much forgiveness?
Every time I sin I call on Him
First my regrets, I confess Lord Jesus I’ve messed up
Give me another chance
Help me to be
I am so very, very, very, sorry
Just need another chance to
Keep in mind
Love is pure this I’m sure
My heart, my soul, my spirit
Never shall I go back on my word, Father…
Oh, my Lord, Oh, my heavenly Father
Please, please forgive me
Quite possible this is my last offering
Release me free me from my sins
So that I may see you again in the presents of the Son
Teach me to survive to stay alive on this ole world while I’m alive
United I stand in your mercies grace
Virtues flow, flowing from your love breast
Welcome I your ever-presents
X out, blot out my sins
You are my Father God, you’re my forgiving Lord
Zealot am I, I am gratefully forgiven


12/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

It's Worth a Shot

Maybe I should do it
Is it worth a shot
So I said to myself
What the hell and why not

How should I do It
What should be my first step
Make a plan of attack
Figure what to do next

So yes I will try it
It's time to take action
Must be worth a shot
Not a fatal attraction

I hope I won't fail
It can't be an option
That's not part of my plan
Not part of my logic 

I laid my cards down
Put all in what I got
What's life without risk
If it's not worth a shot

Can't go back on it now
My choice has been made
A gamble I took
Hope the dealer will pay

I live a fine line
But I a fool I am not
You won't know what happens 
If you don't take a shot

Written 2-13-19

Man On a Mission

I have a goal in mind
A plan in my vision
I'm determined as ever
I'm a man on a mission 

I have to stay focused 
If I want to succeed 
I'll put my best foot forward
Becuase nothing is free

It will be tough at times
Can't loose sight of the plan
I may get stuck in a rut
Fell as if in quick sand

I can't give up so soon
There's no time for that
My desire to make it
Must be greater in fact

Than the strain of the stress 
To make dreams come true
I must stick to the plan
Find the power in you

These are the things
I always tell to myself
To stay focused on point
Don't go back on the shelf

I set this goal indeed
I have opened the box
Must keep to my plan
Not a victim to thoughts

That satisfaction that comes
When a plans a success 
It's the best feeling ever
It's great I confess

Don't give up I will say
Please acknowledge and listen
Must stick to my plan
I'm a man on a mission


Written 1-30-19

In Vases

In vases all across the land
Red roses have the upper hand,
Presented, proudly, to the wives
Who share their husbands' beds and lives.

Most likely, such a posh bouquet 
Would not appear except the day
When special plans must be arranged
So Valentines might be exchanged.

The roses stand up tall and straight
Before succumbing to their fate 
For as the days drift by, they'll droop,
Their water turned to murky soup.

The vases will go back on shelves 
With nothing to amuse themselves 
Until this time next year rolls 'round 
When filled with roses they'll be found.

I Took An Oath

I took an oath! I’ve declared this with a life of mine,
Would thou doest the same verily unto me?
And would thine life sacrifice so I contented be,
Because we’ve sharèd love, a thimbleful of red wine?
I panic, my sweet, when my mind dares to think
If thy heart would love me still, when I am dead –
With sad hymns sung and grave built over my head,
Because I’ve taken an oath, with a pen that bled ink
Unto paper that so my hand quivered,
Then sealed my life to love thee to death,
While thy soul, strange, yearns for wealth –
For love alone, I’ve all my dreams withered,
Yet I can never go back on my word, for good or bad,
I dared to die for your love, and then lost ev’rything I had.

Lack of Trust

Where has it gone this thing we call trust?
It seems to have vanished like dust in storm
When trust is broken it's hard to get back
When people break promises or go back on their word
 The bond of trust is broken and it's tough to get back
 It's a shame that  people with honest ways 
Get treated like dregs when things go astray

Though their hearts are large and their words are true
Those words are silenced when the lack of trust come shining through
Give those of us with good words another chance
To bring back trust to a dishonest land

Faraway

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I thought getting into my vehicle to part,
my innards could hardly contain themselves,
as I pulled out of the driveway in the dark,

Going down the interstate feeling like a free bird,
my cage lately being anything but like home on the range,
too many discouraging words makes one feel depressed,
and too many cloudy days with the on and off rain,

Driving faraway so I can spend some time alone,
thinking of poems and my family issues at home,
picking up a beautiful shell on the beach and holding it to my ear,
feeling for a fleeting moment like a child without any cares,

The shell acted like a direct lifeline to God,
whispering for me to keep praying to Him but to go back on home,
so with tears in my eyes I realized staying faraway wouldn't solve anything,
instead I'd go home like a prodigal and try to iron out everything. 




1-30-17

Ignored

Have you ever felt so ignored, 
so unloved?
Bringing back the memories, 
the times of a dove

push your way through it all.
You’re wanting to end it, 
because you're just so small.
People tell you no, 
But you go back on your word, 
you’re just another girl!

Crimson stains the floor, 
screaming at the door.
Hiding everything isn't wrong, 
but when it comes down to it.
You wish you had gone.
Alone in a dream, 
so bittersweet, 
Screaming, 
Crying, 
Lost, 
Alone again, 
back in insanity.

You shattered all around, 
your heart hit the ground.
That painted smile, 
that bruised cut, 
a line of enjoyment, 
shown a little too much.
Beauty can't be skin deep 
not if the skin...
is marred

What Do I Write About Now

Is it writers block or have all my ideas been exhausted?
Can I find something interesting for people to read? 
Will the title alone be enough to succeed? 
Will enough people take notice? 
Or will my article even be published?

My mind is a often times a mess
My thoughts are all scattered I must confess
How many rewrites must I partake?
Will it be good enough to send in?
Will someone like it and become a friend?

What will be my topic of choice? 
Will I have enough thoughts to put on paper?
Or should I just stop and try again later?
Does every sentence have to rhyme? 
Why does this process take so much time?

Why do I like to write poems and songs?
Should I tell the truth or just plain lie?
Should I keep writing just to stay busy?
Do I have another decent write in me?
Why do I feel that I must belong? 



Well… I think this one is finally finished
Time to hit save and submit
Go back on the web and read more poems
But why do I feel so alone?

Letting Go

Yesterday I had you wrapped up in my arms.
Today I watched as you walked out of my life and all I could do was stare.
Tomorrow I know will be hell because I don't have you there with me.
Makes me wonder if letting you go was the right thing to do.

I watch as you smile and laugh.
Watch how you shut the pain out.
Watch as you die inside everytime.
All I can is watch because I let you go.

Letting you go was possibly the worst things.
But as they say if it was meant to be it'll find it's way back to you.
Baby girl I'm waiting for the day you run back into my arms.
Where your demons won't haunt you.

All I can do is go back on what used to be.
Open up my drawers and take out memories.
Only to regret my actions later.
Baby girl please came back home.

Tears fall along with words that should've been spoken.
Fears seem to grown stronger as I grow weaker.
Sometimes I sit by myself and wonder if letting go was a good thing.
But I see you and I know that I made a huge mistake.
I broke my promise baby girl forgive me.
Because I let you go..........

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