our wedding day portrait
two made one
misted by years
masked by smoke-filled skies
bobby, gina—two of our three
days seared with sun and a child’s scuffed knee
through spelling tests piano recitals saturday games
kneeling together strokes of unquestioned belief
caps and gowns, crystal and dented brass
degrees in business and medicine
marriages grandchildren colors filling the sassafras
then job losses metastasis scares hospital gowns
loneliness
values smudged
quibbles spatter pigment
no one budged
boredom drowned in tanqueray the glass smelled of pine
blue smoke, screens, two strangers behind painted glass
lost in a bell jar of belladonna
two martini glasses, an untouched olive
the letter’s paper like granite, vows sun-washed away
body mind and spirit—desaturated
a torn canvas split along jagged lines
no reconciliation
reimagining life with unfamiliar faces
a torn canvas becomes two paintings
no masking tape or super glue
can ever repair a canvas torn in two
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I stole millions but boy, I am proud!
Crowds just love me, I guess!
Even writing a book, people adore me, for crying out loud.
Learned that criminality, pays, no duress!
The Lion of Power is all the rage these days.
Lies and crushing peoples rights is de jour.
We've silenced millions in their social media haze.
Our latest, doubled masked wearing rage.
Of course, mass media is our left arm.
They are liars posing as the Ministry of Truth.
We indeed plan, for this nation, censorship and more harm.
Enjoy your deserts of yummy non- truths!
Notice, please....I keep churches under my rulings.
Job losses mean nothing at all to me!
Even, the Pope better learn from my schoolings.
Thanks for making me King of the Hill, in DC~ the autocrat,
Whom I always wanted to be!
2/11/2021
~1~
Subvert
Their plot is cleverly disguised, patiently abiding time,
Whilst higher on the economy they climb
Making dime their only crime
They have almost succeeded they’re on their prime.
Job losses loom
Internet sales boom
Diverting blame they have no shame
Greed and corruption The final game
They have a plan, a mission statement if you must.
You are mad if them you trust.
They show their strength with forced suppression
the world is plunged in Great Depression
Question their agenda a little bit more
Do what you can to even the score.
Jesus I Need You Ever More- -
When things are going on, everything is right and strong
I need you Lord ever more, ever more
When things are just all wrong, and I’m not so strong;
You carry me on..
I need you so Lord, oh, ever-ever more;
In the light, in the dark
In the good and in the bad;
In the morn in peace and in the wars.
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
When pleasures are blessings, and blessing come;
I need you so Oh, Lord evermore;
When things happen beyond my control;
Deaths, job losses, loss of home-mortgage;
I need you so Lord, oh, ever, ever Oh, so evermore;
Unexplained misfortunes diseases, mans not pleased with himself
Oh, oh help Lord I need your help;
Oh, I need your ever help you’re all I have left..
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
I need, I need, I need you so
I need you so Oh!! So, Lord God evermore;
Oh, Lord God Jesus I need you ever more…
4/17/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
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I lay down enslaved by life, and
as I sleep freedom falls upon me.
Gone is my world cast with nervous endings.
I catch my breath as I enter a place
of equality for all. Good dreams or
bad, they come free to both
the rich and poor.
Here, we all chase rainbows across
a sky of fuzzy shadows, locked
beneath a surface no longer made
up of black and white lines.
There are no 'sting in the tail'
job losses, or doctors giving
bad news that can't be rescinded
by the seven o'clock alarm.
This is a world of endless possibilities.
Where dead fathers make phone calls.
And long divorced wives, visiting with
brattish children, having suddenly
turned sweet.
The irony of it often wakes me.
Breathing under water or floating
unaided battles my sleeping senses .
Each step taken is the equal
of any man's.
You will see this phenomenon from day to day.
Salesmen are selling in a pertinacious way.
When you come in, they jump out of their seat.
As a customer, it is you they want to greet.
They try like hell to put you behind the wheel.
Each vehicle in the showroom is priced as a “steal”.
Do you feel high pressure? There is no doubt.
If you first walked in, they want you to drive out.
They are under much pressure themselves by their bosses.
If no sales, then there will be job losses.
They have to move all the metal off the lot,
and sell for the most money everything they’ve got.
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