kings
hierarchies
are the stuff of
stories
of history
of the stage
featuring the
impossible
splitting of
simply nothing
ideal of opulence in the flesh called human
harboring a false sense of control and power
listening to voices you claim as your own
cynical laughter with mouths that spew arrogance
no regards for the blood shed to advance hierarchies
tyrannical systems smitten to hinder harm control
disparaging games with malice of life's spectrum
keeping most in a survivor unconsciousness
barrier resources disguise as community programs
traumatized disabled criminalized harmed violated
those who questioned complained about human rights
which played a major role in worldwide low vibrations
distracted from healing emotional balance of ancestral
self healing self love is the catalyst for love thy neighbors
love is the true frequency for freedom unity is the true rebellion
we are here we are rising we are disrupting
united we love united we fight
In the medical field where hierarchies reign,
Students’ growth can be stifled by the chain.
Boss’s word, as stone inscribed,
Leaves one baffled, thoughts denied.
Without an iota of doubt,
The question that sprouts:
Is there room for a healthy atmosphere,
Or will it be lost, dissolved in the sphere?
"Learning should be joy," let that be the theme,
"Please me" policies are but a meme.
Let curiosity flourish and bloom,
And wisdom dispel the shadows of gloom.
The two intrinsically interlinked aspects
of human subsistence, society and politics,
design the fundamental tenets of world order,
that regulates the dynamics of human coexistence.
The contextual norms and values of society
depict the evolving pattern of political topography
with the transforming architecture of public opinion,
fabricated by the community environment and culture.
The structure of the political system entwined
inseparably with societal fabric of race and gender,
harmoniously connects with the collective hierarchies,
deciding the course the nations will take in the future world.
Building lands, lives, loves, with words, from the bottom up.
Crafting hierarchies, creatures, laws and sins,
spinning worlds, oceans, rain and wind.
Beings wild, loyal, devious, strong and weak,
righteous, loving, demure, naïve and meek,
all different, unique, in features, personalities,
showing the duality of their complexities.
Some may use humor to win over hearts,
others don't care if emotions ever start,
those that give all, loving to their last breath,
while some covet riches, all the best.
One thing that every character seems to carry,
is a piece from my life, a fancy, habit, a bit of me,
my dreams, my desires, who I yearn to be.
Diving deep into this imagined reality,
immersed, until the story ends and sadly,
it feels like I just buried a part of me.
Warm holes
anticipating slick poles
Wet holes
embracing warm poles
Bipolar linear dark division
flowing downriver nurture valleys
Dipolar round visions
forming mountainous spiral hierarchies
naturally uprising
Ecofeminist journeys inward
and down-valleyed
Egofatherist conquests
growing outward
and up-rallied
Deep waiting
vulnerable black holiness
before highest transparent
widely diverse
best practice polarities
Wet warm birthing wombs
above dry cold dying tombs
Worm downward holes
wet upward trying poles
Yeasty yintegrity holes
engaging just right
tangy yang poles
As empty
anticipates full
As 0
embraces 1
EarthTribe Revolution.
I will tell you a sorrowful tale of an ancient time
when the turning years carved grooves into vinyl,
a time that changed everything and nothing.
He was a lad, a stripling, knobble kneed and roughly handled.
A youth with a common history told a thousand times
in any slum-clamped town.
A cultural weather mellowed him,
it gave the young a way to be poets, cynics, heedless pundits.
Rainbow children beguiled; they wed their minds
to a street corner weed, past its vows between them.
Then it was that mop haired songsters
again stirred his angry blood; he defied ruler and book,
forsook the hierarchies of the hard boiled,
long hair grew into words that shook as he danced
defying the soft shells of faceless egg men.
The boy drifted, still raw-boned, still trapped
by the rats in his head. Jail house beckoned;
bars griped his knuckles tight.
One night he became a storm in a windowless room.
They held his body down, beat it black and blue.
All he could think of as fists pounded broken ribs,
was if he yet lived, he would write it all out one day
yet still leave out the bad parts.
CULTURAL CANONS
sophisticated wit
expressiveness
& tricks of the eye
illusions
out of the blue
shadows in the sky
a paradox
this sense of irony
naivete
observed
made manifest
decorative &agreeable
influential
hierarchies
artistically distinct
mainstream
but
separately identified
in formative influence
inherent vagaries
of taste
subtle&telling
in
perspectives
.of pictorial space
&
receding
lines of audacity
in heavenly light
emergency
to revere
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
How is love abundant
in the world full of snares
in a conglomerate oasis of identity faces
A coalition of humanity unraveled unhappy
Poor the souls adventure forth unknown
caring not for one another no one claims
Their sisters or brothers phallus hierarchies governmental force
Hatred on Earth a living hell
Love lost humanity hatred as risen its course
The complexity of the anguish and the pains
Yet remain humanity at strange
Demons forces inspiring grabbing embracing the hearts
Those the hearts of the living devouring the souls of the Dead
How can these misplaced individuals be offered off so they dread
In a confinement of denial love is held hostage place in a box and the key is lost
What have we now we have failed ?
Hatred on Earth the living hell
For love no longer exists all that exists is hatred in hell
3/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
If I could have just one desire
maybe multiples of sevens
I would swallow my pride
place it inside
Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul
on a tablespoon
sprinkle it with honey no sugar
swallow the bitter filler of disdained
all those monarchies enrage hierarchies
Throw up spew out a spoon full of defoul
O, what's wrong wit me
In my part of this sinful heresy
repelling me I throw up my jealousies
all of this inside of me
Upchuck spew a spoonful of defile
swallowing like a spoonful of antacid
I would take more molasses
I spit on my shame
I throw up in vain
but it's not what goes in my mouth
but yet what comes out
Raw species upchucking
crawfishes filthy and hurt
rather eat dirt
but those things that come forth
from the mouth go out from the heart
come out of the heart
and these things defoul the man
Please! Don't don't say this all over again!!
Help us all LORD
1/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
St Matthews 15:18
Mind if I tell you, honestly, I’m a Libertarian
A firm believer in the free will of the individual,
A strong promoter of individual liberty …
I have always called it “the priesthood of the believer,”
The right to come to my own philosophy of religion,
No hierarchies handing down edicts and creeds;
No Popes, no judges, no “soul superintendents!”
Politically, I believe we have too much government
Infringing upon our individual lives; that we, the people,
Are being over-taxed without sufficient representation
By those we elected to consider our General Welfare:
Who take us to war, while never having fought in one,
Who take our money, while not hearing our voices.
Who obfuscate and then…well, tell us outright lies,
Who do not defend our liberties, but steal them
Away from us little by little; and, one day we shall
Awaken and wonder what happened while we slept!
written October 31-November 2, 2021
Ever wondered why:
Ever wondered...
Ever...
Ever wondered why:
the universe is dark But ruled by light,
Why life is so difficult and death so easy,
Ever wondered why:
We have seven planets but one that contains life in it!
Why the world is round and we not falling?
Ever wondered why:
Nature favors humans and not animals
Why we given consciousness and an ego?
Ever wondered why:
There are hierarchies;
Why white people are superior than black,
Man over woman?
Ever wondered why...
Ever wondered...
Ever...
Ever wondered why:
Christian religion dominates the world,
Why people are governed by politics,
Strange politicians, ministers and president's?
Ever wondered why:
Money runs our lives,
why we pay tax and monitored by
the economy through banks?
Ever wondered why:
We as people love what we love,
Why advertisements costs fortunes?
Ever wondered why:
Ever wondered...
Ever...
Someone whispered once to me
You see up there, up there we’re free
We cannot see it or know its gate
But it’s from down here we live to wait
And when its time, our time to go
Up there to heaven is where we’ll blow
Towards the light, our spirits shall ride
To a magical heaven where hierarchies abide
Its spiritual radiance of all that is calm
A place of celestial divinity as sited in psalms
Just perfect and beautiful and gloriously pure
With magnificent colours that heal all obscured
Souls of the past of future of present
Working together in love light and inerrant
With unicorns and Angels and all that is free
And one day amongst them soon to be me.
26 August 2018
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
As a child, looked darkness
in the eye
My truth always within,
love does not die
Remembered ere entering,
this solid state
and many times since,
traversed that gate
That those call death,
whose memories are locked
All who come with purpose clear,
know tis only blocked
Be not melancholy,
for here all must travel
Else would hierarchies of life unravel
Since that time, home's music
was shattered
From thence our souls myriad pieces
were scattered
Now thru many iterations of birth
Seeking to gather, parts lost on
beautiful Earth
Our thirsty spirits,
never stop yearning
So please know, death is but
this quest's turning.
Written May 17th 2018 for contest
sponsored by Broken Wings
theme: love does not die
Placed 8th
I Wish I Was
You know if I were an animal
I'd wish that I was
I wish I was a giraffe
For only then I could eat of the fruit trees and not grass
I'd wish that I was cause I could laugh
I'd wish that I was cause I would have extremely long neck and legs
Automatically be tall ready for basket ball
I wish I was a giraffe
So that I'd be at grandstaff
I will have horn-like ossicones
Atop my head making me so handsome
Belly laugh up to the skies I'll have a distinctive coat pattern
Make established social hierarchies through "necking"
No I don't mean kissing
I wish I was a giraffe
So that I'd be above the garbage
I will inhabit savannahs and woodlands
Gallop and graze in the gardens
If I were a giraffe I'd intrigued various cultures
Both ancient and modern
So that I'd be at grandstaff
I'd stretch my neck out, and be proud bout' it
For its peculiar appearance I will be tall “N” perfect
Imagine that...
I wish I were a giraffe
5/2/18
2018©
I Wish I Was a - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley |
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