Three girls who drank from grey troughs
cried hard and rasped with loud coughs.
Cold cops raced to swoop
The girls took a poop
On top of their heads with scoffs.
He sat outside a window pane,
On the street called Easterlane.
Invisible to some but not to all;
who cared or none the same.
Passersby with shadowed eyes
Would pass by him in vain
And go by him with cautious vibes,
Some judging while some refrain.
A lonely man with dirty hands
and clothes some say as claim;
Would Drink his wine in perfect time,
Before a judgement came.
Some prayed for him.
Some pity him.
Some cursed him just the same.
But he would smile and ignored the trials
and drink his drink again.
From spring to winter,
(All seasons all)
Around the evening two,
Would sit this man with a happy grin, Ignoring the verdict too.
On the news a story arose a scene
That drew the public view;
“Tech. inventor, billionaire and alcoholic too; Dies on Easterlane, around the evening two”
Outside my window (Easterlane)
The man was gone from view.
Tech. Inventor?
Billionaire?
Dam, who would have knew?
those that condemn will never be gone, they’ll wither in indifference
Holy Gabriel evil Michael
Pot calling kettle black
Thieves of righteousness
With demonized hands.
Holy Uriel evil Raphael
Birds of the same feather
Father condemning son
Innocent criminal criminalizing Innocent.
Holy David evil Uriah
Evil Sheba holy Bethsheba
One lost a husband the other had none
Bloody Mary turned Angel Katherina.
Holy Satan evil God.
They're always right and you're wrong always
Satan judging demons for a pie
Friend selling friends for money and unquenchable greed.
I walk through life like a shadow unseen,
Because they treat me like I’ve never been.
No chains can bind me, no laws confine,
Yet they whisper doubts as if they’re mine.
Why do you fear the faith I hold?
Why does my truth leave hearts so cold?
Is it my wisdom that shakes your ground,
Or the strength in me that won’t bow down?
I have seen the darkest nights unfold,
Where silence screams and hate takes hold.
Yet through the storm, I stand unbowed,
Resilient still, never cowed.
Through the veil of hate, I stride,
Unfazed by scorn, untouched by pride.
For in the fire, I forge my way,
And rise anew with each new day.
People judge your addiction
Because they don't understand
How anyone could let life
Get so far out of hand.
They don't see there's a battle
You have to fight every day
Against the demons inside you
Hoping they go away.
While you watch your life
Spiral out of control,
Slipping further out of hand
And tormenting your soul.
You know you need help,
But you're too weak to ask.
When it comes to relieving pain,
Only drugs do the task.
They will fill the hole
That is in your heart
And put your soul to rest,
A feeling you hope won't depart.
It's the only comfort you get
In this life of yours
As the drug overcomes you
And your mind soars.
You think, "Why am I fighting?
I'm never going to win."
This high is your only escape
From this hell you live in.
Don’t let the darkness sink in
Within a blaze of pain and of fire
You will be ridiculed
You feel how we feel
Hot and yet unbearably cold
With limited sense of remorse
No-one will arrive
You are your own messiah
You are your own
You yourself are your own judge
Your own jury
You are complacent
Yet you do not know what it means
You are the mask I wear
I fake envisionment
I fake the trust I put,
Within you
Believe in myself I say
Trust within yourself,
They say!
Do not give in
Within yourself is your own path
Is your own sustenance
Believe in no one
Yet they beg for yours
Do not give in
You are worth,
MORE!!!!
Judgemental person
Is like a rust that eats the
Metal; it mar you.
She looks snobby, judgemental Linda said.
I observed the newcomer who looked a bit stand-offish.
But perhaps it is because I had not met her yet.
I ran up to tell her that I liked her costume.
She was pure steampunk all the way.
She was a lovely woman, ready to converse with a stranger, me.
We hit it off and sat together for that supper and next day’s lunch.
The convention lasted a week, and I saw her often.
She always smiled, waved and said “hello”.
I never thought my new friend looked or acted snobby.
But judgemental Linda is not as open to meeting new people as I am.
She wandered around alone most of that week, looking miserable.
I thought about spending time with Linda, but then I remembered
How judgemental she is, so I saved myself from her.
Let Them Judge You
When you stand up and speak for the things you believe,
Or you show what you feel; wear your heart on your sleeve.
When your thoughts and opinions don’t follow the crowd,
And you’re brutally honest and say it out loud…
Let them judge you.
When you work extra hours for no extra pay,
To ensure the job’s done by the end of the day.
When you cover a colleague who’s often off sick,
Or tolerate bosses who get on your wick…
Let them judge you.
When you finally snap cos it’s all got too tough,
And you throw in the towel and shout, “I’ve had enough!”
When you storm off and leave everyone in a daze,
Muttering and commenting about your odd ways…
Let them judge you.
Let them judge and opinionate, gossip and label.
Let them do everything better than you, if they’re able.
Let them build you up, put you down, doubt your ability.
Let them chatter and natter with puerile hostility…
Let them judge you.
You know who you are, for greater or lesser.
No need to retort or to be the aggressor.
Their thoughts, words and deeds will judge them in turn.
They are feeble, and immature and not your concern.
If you look upon someone
through your hearts eyes
don't say anything
walk away
go to a mirror look at yourself
that negate/judgmental thing your about to say
about them open your mouth and speak i
it's me Lord?
heavenly Father
IT'S ME!!!
9/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
If I give you my heart;
Will you realize it’s not perfect?
If you see my ways will you pray for me anyway?
O’
Man humanity
I am doing the best I can;
Humanity
Stop judging me, stop being mean
Humanity
12/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
JUDGEMENTAL
They don't see us for who we are, they only know us from where we come from.
The bad talks and awful stories that surround our city streets.
They treat us like animals, they seem to forget we are people in the world, people with dreams, people with visions of going somewhere in the world, all walks of people.
Why don't they love, why walk with an ugly heart, why judge what you don't know. To believe in one is too hard, we don't no you, but love is love
The country is changing is what they say,
But does the outlook of people actually count?
Still, that old stereotypical mindset is what they display,
Letting the entire mankind down.
One steps out, and there they are, umpteen scanning eyes,
Golden highlights, ripped jeans, short skirt is what catches their sight,
A new way discovered by the crowd to characterize,
Having no one around to tell that everything's alright.
Wardrobe malfunction is the next new crime,
Gawking them, making them feel victimized,
Informing them can also work sometimes,
But here in the changing country, it can never be recognised.
One ends up doing outdoor activities indoor,
Reason being all the unnecessary ogles,
Why not engage in some household chores?
Allowing others to relax their ankles.
As long as the country comprises the people,
The concept of changing country remains a big lie,
If at all it becomes illegal,
Maybe then the mass would give it a try.
You haven't dredged my lake...
you don't know who I am...
you're floating on the surface
of Lake I Could Give A Damn.
So please excuse me
when I exit while you sigh;
I've got deeper things to do
and bigger fish to fry.
I do the things I need to do
to put the butter on my bread,
but there are a thousand things
I'd rather do instead.
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