I …
loved you all
in my way … obviously
starkly different
as pertaining to our particular bonds
(covalent, in most respects)
each, a glyph to form words in
the phrase of Us …
only one left to my indifferences
(regret requires as much)
the rest …
critical elements, idiosyncratic
shaping this ‘who’ -
weaving his fabric as needed
to be the creation that
was required
or that his modes assumed to be
appropriate for the Other …
summarily ..
you, each and all -
I am your creation, indifferent
your ‘opus apathetic’
and if it is that elemental
fiber that brought you to rejection
then I am not the apple
for your arrow …
not that liability is required
but, if like the other of your ilk you
seek reasoning, party or charge -
any reflection of even
moderate pixelization will suffice
and any rational alibi can
serve as sufficient garland to
grace the dubious, dim
illusory crown
upon your barren …
brow.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 3, 2024
THREE CONFRONTATIONS
Make shift medium
Bounded indifferences
Empathy embraced stadium
Bloated voices
Constipated messages holistic
Nervous choices
Spitting ballistic, statistics
Diarrhea breathe of diverse shouts
Classes of meditations
Exhortation tangle bouts
Mental, physical, spiritual confrontations
12/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Why does my consciousness get swiftly corroded?
Why my conscience finds itself in contradiction?
Why with strange thoughts, words, and actions mind get loaded?
Why betwixt likes and dislikes there's constant friction...?
Soul soft, as a gentle tender breeze gets soon swayed,
The spirit within, by cares and worries, is hauled;
Cracks in the axle of awareness make verve jade,
My senses, like birds and beasts, in slavery, stalled...!
This is, hence, I have decided to cleanse myself,
All that is making me drown in the sea of dread,
Should be shed and the soul should become a fresh shelf,
Wherein humanness should its motherly wings spread...!
In a bodiless, celestial space now I swim,
All that entrapped me, like a hunter's net, are gone;
Desires defeated heart and mind possess no whim,
Cleansed of all pitch dark clouds I see a dazzling dawn...!
Renunciation and detachment have been born,
And have started dwelling in me, making me light;
Indifferences, like dust in the gale, are blown,
My bond with each being has become rightly tight...!!!
In a shadowy sphere
a girl flaunt her beautiful faces
to the pallid look of the sun
- rolling blackout.
A sweet reminder of her refulgency
waxing from waning.
Girls are roses
Purple roses
with scents of cherubic
that effuses blissfulness;
heaving and glamorizing
haunting and hunting in sublime beauty.
Fine inflorescences
that lay in the garden-
budding into a woman
to grace her man.
All flirting out in packs
& springing into chic's-
sexy mortals indeed!
Roseate glow
to her blushful beau
that staggers to her cave.
An empyrean dish
carved out from Eden;
strumming the sacred calling of motherhood.
These there love are territorial!
A youthful maiden
that visualize a woman
into something they can enchant,
aiming for a transition
with little or greater expectations from her family.
Girls are roses
Untamed roses with enough concoctions
perfectly crafted to colorize the universe,
but still they're envious
& are weigh down by too many indifferences
from opposite sex.
A jealous mortals indeed.
Favourite spot summoned us by the lake
That spell love in its twisted curves
Fondle the sandy impression elated music
Applauding our childish cavort
Pacific sun smile, damn!
Pillars we never built wiped our imprints hastily
Rage agitated us to scatter for shelter and counsel
I wonder whether our soft and rough sails
Advent lessons and memories for our native
For I am sure of these moments shaped
Life indifferences with scars, souvenir
"It's hard to love a black man
For 400 to 500 years
It's hard to love a black man
He's been imprison
By sometimes a bigoted Humanity
It's hard to love a black man
Other brothers have inhibited
Oh ! what was me
What if God was black would you still be an atheist
What if your father were black would you be legitimate
What if your mother were black will you be worth it unworthy And in all would you heed the call
Swallow your indifferences your ooh's your aha's
In your eyes those hurts to regret their jealousies you lose the negativities you choose open your eyes
Why is it hard to love a black man
And what is his worth
Why! did God create him a species of dark and dirt
His soul is spoil his heart glisson's
Yet his fellow brother and some other Shades no longer or have you ever listened
I am crying a one man I'm color
We are all brothers be it on Gray brown white tan or black I am First I Am a Son of God and I have deserve respect from my fellow man
NO one loves me cuz I'm black racism what if my skin was white as a little 5 year old boy of color I'd never understood no one loves a black man"
5/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Communication, judgment, motivation, and memory;
Beautiful fruits born of sadness, in the mourn of the sensory.
Happiness is knowing, life remains glowing;
When one's wise indifferences toward each, rise to exemplary.
08/09/17
Standing on the threshold
Bordering realities
Caught between what is
And what should never be
Discerning my indifferences
Thought becomes a casualty
Amidst a different mindset
A mirror of humility
Step however lightly
Into that maze of doubt
Which keeps us all pretending
To know what life's about
Nothing's ever easy
In choices that we make
Regret's the pill we swallow
For each wrong step we take
~JJR 10/15/16
Egg on Easter,
no one who is sane can begin to believe that there is nothing or Christ, just nothing?
The world is in a mess, dare anyone deny that this is the truth, this is the test.
Wherever we look factions and fractions give us the tautological certainly that where
humans are humanity runs away fast and far away as violence has the night and day.
In our general election pompous political arithmetic seguing into statistics that dully flows through our disunited kingdom as rhetoric is rare as demagogy blares out Simple Simon answers, or pride in prejudice as Christ's sacrifice is of no avail and all religion is tainted by the few fearing they are the unreasonable while philosophy is cant not Kant.
Our a silly selfishness seguing into great greed and awful envy that got us all in the world into the Great Recession that slowly, uncertainly is dying, but is so more real for many than the Resurrection of Jesus Christ's yet, yet still, people of all sorts are touched even momentarily by Easter as others go to church even though scorned by those who know it all and indifferences of the everyday world even on Easter Sunday, this most risky high of high days.
I like many others have lived in our dreams
In this world where I lived amongst forests and streams
Where the Great Plains stretched and our rivers flowed
If you could see through my eyes, how my tribe glowed
Born from my mother of Arikara descent
My father a Sioux warrior, his stature, augment
My growing up was no different than the others around
For the learnings that grew from our ancestors surround
Hunting and fishing, being told of the dangers in life
Cultural indifferences, to fearing tribal strife
But it's what my father taught me every single day
To learn from our lands for through the years they'd display
Tracking, seeking, searching, living from our lands
Every year more learned, growing in understand
From a boy to a man becoming a warrior through my years
Protecting what was ours, allaying modern fears
But the changes that we faced, suffocated our souls
There was only ever one outcome, other man's goals
I like many others, to live and eventually fall
Born from Arikara, Sioux, my name was 'Standing Tall'
..
A little story from my heart, where the Indigenous will always be.
I long for … I need so … the comforting sooth
You’d provide in our relationships’ youth
But time and indifference have eroded away
The warmth and caring you used to display.
It’s not you don’t love me, I know that you do
But you have so changed, and … so have I, too.
We’ve grown apart … our interests have waned
Our relationship troubled, our interface strained
We used to hold hands … we used to go dance
Things we’d do … would build and enhance,
Our life together with our future to build …
But … being enthused was long ago chilled.
Please, Dear, help me rekindle the thrill
Of our youthful years, and then we’ll instill
A rebirth of caring of being involved
To enjoy indifferences being dissolved
We’ve conquered disease; we’ve beat down wrongs;
We’ve cried our tears; we’ve sung our songs
There’s nothing together which we cannot do
Please, once more, let’s be: Me … with … You.
F orming an everlasting bond where you can all relate to each other.
A ccepting their flaws, rights, wrongs, or indifferences no matter what they've done.
M oving mountains if that's what it takes to hold it all together.
L oving unconditionally with out judgement.
I ntergrading your hearts and minds.
Y oung to adult always having their backs from now until forever.
December 18, 2013
~The One and Only~
There; through my canvas vest
Through my tough skin and my bony chest
There through many indifferences and the rest
Did the bullet of love swiftly penetrate?
And I felt its warmth it shared with the barrel
I wore bliss and glad as my face would label
And my eyes opened and my feelings went neural
The gun was my defense, the sense my heart had to create.
And there was war and there was peace
For long the bullet and gun remained one piece.
Shots were fire and dins were heard as far as eyes
Eyes of love to stare at would hate.
And then the massacre came and hearts were broken
As would one expect from homes people had fallen
Tears in the cold had to floor until frozen
And my heart was hit, and I felt the ribs broken.
There where the bullet hit, where the veil strains to give way
There where operation-eject- depression is underway
There where the bullet of love scratches the wounds of my way…
too hurting chest.
There where it accessed my soul, and pierced all the way.
There from; the bullet of love comes away.
In an ideal society,
folks wouldn't smoke,
Youngsters would not indulge
in coke, and there wouldn't be
people who were gay,
but, in the real world
it is not that way,
and although many may think
that being gay is sinning,
Wouldn't it be better if
they legalized their feelings,
There would be less diseases
and promiscuity,
Living a close to "normal" life
creates sanctity,
God loves them despite their
preferences,
Who are ordinary folks to treat
them with indifferences.......?
Arguments become disagreements.
Some want to challenge.
They tend to use violence.
With a lot of aggression and full of hostility.
Now days there are so much lack of sympathy.
Lots not forget jealousy plays a big role.
Was your suspicion the first to know?
So many disputes are just rivalries.
Fights start because there is no apologies.
How can we leave out gossip.
That he-she say or just mouthing off of the lip.
The spreading of rumors.
When you don’t know the source to it now that is true humor.
What starts a war is racial indifferences and religion.
My Lord forgive me for my transgressions
What did I forget to mention?
I think hate is the word I’m looking for.
Battles are only won when there is reason and purpose for war.
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