The street life is miserable,
But somehow we romanticize.
Dreaming of making it out,
Reminiscing with the guys.
Some didn't make it,
Couldn't focus on the prize.
Others didn't see it
When it was right in front of their eyes.
Some chose death,
Others went to jails.
Ones that ain't make it out
Live in their own hell.
I finally saw the light,
The other side of life:
Great home, great kids,
And a great wife.
Teal tiffany tears
Like stained glass
Cut face’s path
Trapping jaded joy
No one in these days truly knows just what real love is,
Because they were once barely loved by unloving people.
Instead of trusting new people, they wrongly deem love as evil.
Jaded holiday in Frisco ,
Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour
For a old dog tawg
Rumble a chick
Banjo medicine and black madness
Eager paws or void in of contempt
I can't roll dice at Coney island
Without a slow snow cone
Program for Rita ford
Or a lengthy draught of carpenter wood
the older we get
the more quirks we acquire
the more it is that we’re unique
just like everyone else
but in our own special way
we’re guarded and we’re jaded
laden with all life had to throw at us
the longer we’re alone the more
we’re set in our ways and less tolerant
we grow grumpy and short tempered
we’re less open to the magic around us
robbed of the last of our childlike wonder
we let the clouds wander in
and interfere 'til we no longer
see the rainbows in our skies
we drag baggage around like it’s our cross to bear
and tragically love loses its every luster
AP: 3rd place 2023
I gave you a fleur
watered it to the last
it weathered well in the summer air
The room swayed
and sank to its knees
our pillow talk
shrouded itself in mystery
there were no smiles
also no kisses
only the jaded sprout of bones
I am torn and worn,
Cracks and crevices cloaked,
Courage wearing thin,
Hope, listless and frail,
Saddled with unwavering troubles,
In sequential order.
Deep in your eyes when my gaze flies i feel,
Sometimes rain sometimes a river speaking.
Sometimes a night whispers something so still,
And feel someone a man like me seeking.
Over the years some of the stars faded.
Some of the doors meant to open stood shut.
Some hope and dreams lay by the streams jaded.
words that I bled screamed in her head, oh but !
The trees and wind tells me, "rescind, move on".
Memory pearls can't be hurled callously,
oh How can I, pierce a sad sky forlorn.
She's moonlight green gentle valley breezy.
Now She's a dove, clouds way above my soul,
flowers on dirt, her change of heart, will call.
(01.12.2022)
do you remember what it was?
before the night became our luck
before everything we had was jaded blue
I know we never meant to leave
but my thoughts cannot reprieve
the love I had, the things we'd do
what if I said I never knew?
what if I said the world was spinning on an axle made for you?
I drew a line but could never try
'cause every time I saw your eyes look into mine I swore I knew
I saw you
and I watched though I knew better
every time we said forever
thinking we'd grow old together
Jaded blue
yet my heart falls like a feather
drifting down on seats of leather
where I put my thoughts in letters
do you remember?
In Youth, Oft Eyes Are But Dark Jaded Spheres
The Gods we adore in our youthful youth
Are just shadows we see before life's truth
In youth, oft eyes are but dark jaded spheres
That deny and guard against our deep fears
Wherein Life's stream veers in its steady flow
Bypassing so much mortals never know
As we journey into our fated fates
Choosing between light's truth and darken gates
Oft as a lost souls seeking that true path
Yet not seeing Time's decay and death's wrath
At mercy of forces as yet unseen
Never more than when racing on as teens
Those Gods laughing so loudly as we flail
Reveal they live within fires of Hell.
R.J. Lindley, November 26th, 1977
Sonnet, ( Tragic Reality Of Life, Youth And This World's Wrath )
a patch of bluegrass;
ponders extroversion hues;
spikes jaded green grass
6/6/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
JADED EVER Emerald Trees
solemn solstice trees;
greenery surrounds on me;
jaded and glistens;
ever green blossoms;
so tall those trees are awesome;
birds homes a nesting;
6/5/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Less jaded I, than some I know,
For I smile when the breezes blow—
Delighted by both sea and snow,
Of the bitter cold, less partial though!
Beautiful
jaded soul
Roses
casket draped
Cracked masterpiece
Tears of joy
Peaceful intent
Grief-stricken heart
No love light lit
Tunnel growing black
Nothing begins
Soul drowning
grasping
too swift to swim
Gusts blowing
lightning striking
Feelings useless
heart pretends
Strength garnished
Hope lost
Useless emotion
With sickening cost
Love defeats I’m not brave
I can’t wait anymore
And I wish to be slave
And I gift you my core.
In my longing, I’m blind
And I’m losing control
I will ask you to find
My desirable soul.
In your vanity wave
Will you hear my last cry?
And I stand near grave
But I don’t want to die.
Give me your endless rain
Give me eternal sun
I’m escaping from pain
I’m so jaded of run.
Never lose what I gave
I forgot that I’m proud
Love defeats I’m not brave
But I want to be loved.
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