Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
I have come to realize that this SUCH and such is MUCH.
Here is the MESSAGE. I struggle to
Know every grain of SALT and SAND. THIS CRUCIBLE SENT the
Blood rushing to my BRAIN! I
Struggle PAINFULLY to know how much TIME has PASSED and then
Struggled to know my true PATH from FAR the distant PAST. I struggle to produce a meaningful message. I REFUSE to BELIEVE THE SANE! MY STRUGGLE IN VANE?! 365 DAYS after days after daze and THEN? More ENDLESS Days The STRUGGLE! NOW....with this
Admission with MY OWN PERMISSION I STRUGGLE NO MORE! OVER IS THAT CHORE!
MALIK VAL ROGERS BLACK PANTHER JET BLACKEST ANSWERERRR!
A grain of sand.
Is too meek to stand.
Why are you so small?
Why are you stuck on my beach ball?
I can’t hear you.
You are stuck in my shoe!
My shoe, I am shaking.
And you are quaking.
As you fall to the ground.
At first, you cannot be found.
You are too small.
To even make a phone call.
I ask why you are small as a grain of salt.
And you decide to halt.
Finally, I hear you speak.
It is barely a squeak.
You say you dream of the bottom of a lake.
Where crabs dance and shake.
I will throw you into the lake.
If you tell your friends to leave my shoes alone, for their sake!
so shun- the darkness blackened
surrounded by the darkness
yet a speck a spark energy
exposure a grain of salt
I am the light in the dark
explosive out of the dark
came light flickering equation shown
having a bright high energy
birth new born accountable
I am the light before the dark
I was light before the dark
3/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
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You cannot escape yourself,
I know we wish to be someone else.
Comparison is an easy deceiver,
no one is much cleaner,
Everyone has their faults,
Your not the only grain of salt.
No one can share a duplicate identity
that would make you a nonentity.
What will truly make ART great again, is when people return to the critical realization that it is not about quality, it is about expression, and more importantly, JOY. Don’t be too concerned what others say about your work, whether it’s painting or music or writing or woodworking or cooking, etc, if it brings you enjoyment, then do it to your heart’s content!!
Everything we do and say and make and write, is a little piece of us, and should be treated with the deference and appreciation that we give to one another, and no one knows better than WE do, how our intent compares to the result. If you get critique, take it kindly, but with a grain of salt, and the knowledge that others do not see the world the way you do.
EVERYONE on this planet has a special talent, and not all of those talents are the artistic type, but that savvy was given to you to make the most of. Maybe you’re not the “artistic” type, but you ARE talented, I guarantee you, and I also guarantee that endowment you’re blessed with, whatEVER it may be, is something you enjoy, and it brings others joy in the process.
THAT, my friends, along with love, is what life is all about!
Upon waking up this day, a single tear
Father your eternal immortality
Still proves wise and gracious
I haven’t been misled by popular opinion
Which should be taken with a grain of salt
You showed me how to expose the counterfeits
who foster misperceptions,
Which have shaped our faith
How to think with an open mind, heart, and soul
Father, your every word was a rare gift
A worth guide__
A teardrop of glad remembrance and a
Prayer for your soul
When plans are made, there is a chance
That they might need to change,
For life throws curves and some events
You’ll need to rearrange.
The reasons do not matter -
Family, weather, health or work,
Since beneath the surface calmness,
Unexpected problems lurk.
When I make plans, it’s always with
At least a grain of salt,
Prepared to cancel, knowing that
Nobody is at fault.
There is no reason to become frustrated when things are misplaced, for everything happens for a good reason.
If one could only see into the future and see this plan that was laid out for you, it will all work out in due season.
Take no time to get angry over an accident, a wrong turn, or simply over spilled milk.
Taking mistakes and mishaps as a grain of salt without a murmur will help alleviate problems and life will be as smooth as silk.
Depression can make a man like me take
This life with a grain of salt
Waiting for death is all I have left
Knowing everything is all my fault
Carrying that weight every single day
Leads to nothing but a heavy soul
The man gets no rest from thinking about death
Using all the wrong ways to fill the hole
I know in the end, I’ll pay for my sins
Everything tends to come back around
During those times, I was losing my mind
Depression made a man like me drown
D.R.L.
7/31/22
Can't get time back
Regardless if I tip my hat
Going down a different path
I'll leave it at that
No matter if it's been a rotten day
They always got a lot to say
Then towards god they pray
I go my own way and walk away
I overdo it at times I gotta pay
The process is drawn out or occurs andale`
With a quickness
Spreading like a sickness
Always trying to stick their nose in my business
You've no idea, because for you everyday is Christmas
One wrong move, you write me up and give me tickets
Even though you were the only witness
I don't need anyone's forgiveness
Listen, I want to hear the sound of crickets
Own a home and land with a fence made of pickets
Another stupid verbal assault
Trying to make it seem like I'm all at fault
I take it with a grain of salt
Then continue on, such matters can't cause me to halt
As I travel across the asphalt
At night often drinking liquor with or without Malt
He bluffs and she sucks
All these cheap f***s
So surprised when I speak up
It's been ongoing for more than three months
It’s so important to practice what you preach
Although you might not realize you are at fault,
Self-examination appears to be beyond your reach.
Hypocrites are notoriously taken for a grain of salt
Seeing in others what you cannot see in yourself,
Although you might not realize you are at fault.
Take your Holy Bible down from its topmost shelf
Study the Sermon on the Mount and the Golden Rule
Seeing in others what you cannot see in yourself.
Being two-faced leaves you open to abject ridicule
Folks won’t give to your soliloquies much respect
Study the Sermon on the Mount and the Golden Rule.
Being double-tongued folks will have come to expect
Your words do not match your observable behavior,
Folks won’t give to your soliloquies much respect.
Please don’t try to manipulate by quoting the Savior
It’s so important to practice what you preach,
Your words do not match your observable behavior
Self-examination appears to be beyond your reach.
Written June 23, 2022
I’ll go on a limb
And say it was him
Oh no you don’t
I swear you won’t
With a grain of salt
Should I accept fault
But it wasn’t me
Just leave me be
You’re both to blame
Feel some shame
Telling Stories explained
To impart words of wisdom
one would assume you need to be wise,
there's nothing farther from the truth
If skilled at telling lies.
A story not necessarily true
but believed true by the teller,
convincingly told and carefully sold
can be the next best seller.
So take this with a grain of salt
just make things up along the way
and the more you tell the story
the more the truth will decay.
The truth is so objective
everyone makes their own
and what's the real story,
is oftentimes unknown.
Every story can be fiction
if not believed by even one,
for if that one single person,
believes it's overdone
then your factual account or recollection
to them is not worth the ink in print
and your insistence and conviction
will barely make a dint.
Again, just tell the story
repeat it until you believe it to be true
with careful lies and alibis
your readers will accrue.
Then fiction turns to solid facts
as you entertain with pen in hand
and you're spicing up the story
that started off so bland.
This guy didn't waste time hitting me round a hedge
Pole vaulting has its ups and downs
Brian Blessed in costume is that a blessing in disguise
started counting 24 hrs but i called it a day
Went to see the hairdresser at the bend on the road but he was cutting corners
really tired after hitting a bag think i will hit the sack
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sha b pe
the wether
under
that again
that again
kicked a guy and then told him he was ugly
if my name was block would call my son chip
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bl o ue moon
all my poems come with a grain of salt
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