for no reason
whatsoever.
All the little ways
and threads aligned
because I paid attention
to the ups and downs,
the lefts and rights
of the here
(a hot day in April)
and the now
(laughter on the trampoline)
while I write this
on my bed
and smile quietly
to myself
with gratitude
for a life that was gifted
to me.
I see me in the mirror
of my Toyota Corola
and my reflection
comforts me.
My middle-aged eyes
and unbrushed lose hair
look free and unfettered
by trying society.
A homeless man
crosses the road
on his bike, many bags
tied to it.
That could be me.
It might be, tomorrow.
I don't read magazines
or read the news.
All of that is already old
before it is new.
I am going to watch
the trees that will be here
before my life is done,
hopefully.
This was all theirs
before it was ever mine
anyway.
Who are we as animals
Herd or family mammals?
Maybe Clockwork Oranges
In the Apple storages?
The Lefts put it clearer
Herd is far superior
The Rights strongly disagree
They stand for a family
For the Middle of the Roaders
We are renters or the owners
Most of the non-party folk
Deem that issue as a joke
As for me, we’re all the same
Under any term or name
Be it herd or family
What we are preferably
Either side can’t cut my tax
So the real sense it lacks.
Singularity
Epitome of clarity
Pitter patter rarely
Potter’s dreams can’t scare me
Still frame
New game
You and I are not the same
I ebb omen and I flow Roman
Never stopped, steamrollin’
The chosen showman
Man of the show
Light up like somethin you know
Attention with proper intention
Then disappear with your patterns
Trips around Saturn
One left and then one right turn
But never two lefts
Because two lefts makes a theft
A theft called circle
Conniving like Steve Urkel
• Down the hallway, take 2 lefts
• Take a right and find a right
• Hear it crying? Knock on it twice
• The crying will be no more
“cock burn’s”
my ship has kissed the lips
of the mighty Mississip
to port to abort
my righted lefts
except accepting
tooth’s toothpicked
ship shape
built in a
bottle
of
porto
I awoke as a spider
With eight legs planted
Steady I stood there
Level not slanted
Which is not bad
With nothing to prove
Until I was bored
And needed to move
Eight legs after all
Were more than I knew
How do deal with
And I hadn’t a clue
I moved the front left
Then shifted two rights
Then two more lefts
But it didn’t seem right
For I spun around
Counter clockwise
And repeated that way
For twenty two tries
Maybe I should go
Right, right, right
Left right left
Then a left, right?
But that didn’t help
I was far from deft
Coz each time I tried
I left out a left
That left me tired
So I went back to bed
Though had a nightmare
About spinning a web!
to memory lane
planned my way
to every disaster
the path travelled always the lesser
all the rights i took were wrong
all the lefts
have left me here
forwards not to come
and passed the past i had
Civil War inspired by media.
Civil War dividing us by black and white.
Civil War dividing us by religions and beliefs.
Civil War screaming all liberals are this.
All Republicans are that.
All Democrats are the other….
The propaganda to divide u s
is labeling us in a lump category daily.
All rights….
All lefts….
I hate liberals, my sister says.
She never had an opinion until now.
Facebook takes down all of her videos.
They say she is inciting violence.
She was never a Democrat or a Republican or a Trumpster
until now.
Media, what are you doing?
Media, why do you want us divided?
Civil War was no fun in 1863, and it will not be fun now.
Brother against brother, wife against husband, black against white.
Media, if you have to do anything, please talk about
Taxation without representation
Because until we know our vote counts as much as everyone else’s vote,
We will continue to be malleable, and angry and upset.
Media, let’s abolish The Electoral College.
Isn’t it time you fought for the greater good?
To offset what you have done to tear us apart?
two wrongs
don't make
a right
lost trying
to find a
parking
spot
driving
around
the block
i found that
two lefts
do make
a right
I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.
For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother's
redundant DNA nurturing womb.
But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.
These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption
For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wounds and reweavings
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.
As Time Goes By
I remember immortality
The feelings of elation and joy
We have in the blush of youth
Choosing new paths each day
Brilliant with texture and color
Never giving a thought to
Life being impermanent or
Quickly turning calendar pages
That don’t get our attention
Until they’ve passed on by
No focus on it being early April
Today and mid-November
When we awaken tomorrow
Youthful olfactory senses
Never smelling the primordial
Changes lying in waiting ambush
As our shadows begin walking
Behind us rather than in front
And shortly thereafter we begin
The dance of aging and face
New daily choices whose colors
Are not quite as vibrant and
Come in a texture more corse
Then the smooth lefts and rights
Of a long since passed youth and
Now we get to choose once again
This time aware of our mortality
Whether we want to live in fear
Or elect to enjoy each moment
As the gift that it is...
Do I politically understand you
YHWH
enough
to predict you enjoy your unpersonified ego
as partly successful predator-light
racing against mortality shared by all living species
because we are not yet godly resilient enough?
To meet your supreme judgmental win/lose zero-sum standards
of natural/spiritual dual/dark degeneration.
Have you deliberately,
with full intent,
designed living systems
to fall apart
beyond our internal capacity
to perpetually regenerate?
To fragment, eventually
degrade beyond autonomous recognition,
Like an autumn leaf
leaving ego's immortal goddess tree of life behind
to fertilize future god-souled roots
of nutritional RNA
healthy DNA
fertility of EarthMother's'
self-perpetuating regenerativity;
yet still squabbling,
on co-empathic occasion,
in-between whether the apostrophe
goes lefts or rights
of our original EarthSouls's.
Do I understand you
YHWH
regeneratively win/win inclusive enough?
For godly-humane compassion,
resilient interdependent yang-yin communication,
to live within hypothetical hyphen's'
spiraling temporal health and happiness roots
ZeroZen
nutritional multi-regenerational imagination.
Purple skies.
I smell the scent of gunsmoke.
Bodies rested in a pool of blood.
A foolish love.
I've been unplugged.
With a skyview.
Purple haze spilling through the clouds.
Proof.
I'm free.
Mentally.
These chains freezing physically.
Rigidly.
Making veins of ice.
Vividly.
You see my shine.
A young Godd with a vision.
Visualizing all the odds.
Some odds lefts incisions.
Above the odds, I am.
I must.
Ricocheting bullets drown out the music.
An attempt to kill the spirit.
Immortal like Sun.
Phoenix.
The one to rise 6 from dirt.
The one composed of 6 till hearse.
Bred to 6 at birth.
War born.
Dressed for the night they make me star.
Dust.
I rise.
How could
it have
gone?
I see
paths,
so many
paths.
Infinite
in nature.
Twist and
and turns,
lefts and rights.
Fork after fork
choice after
choice.
How
to navigate?
Where to
turn?
Each path,
unique.
Each path
a different
reality.
Different
universe.
Different
endings,
different life.
Choice after
choice.
Many
outcomes
to be had.
God’s
eye view.
All have
occurred.
Infinite lives
lived,
experienced
all!
OH MAIDEN FAIR
Oh Maiden Fair
On the yard in the moonlit night
Ah! Fair maiden, playing the ladle
Crossing lefts while going right
Canvas curtain covers while your bathen
Oh Maiden Fair
Under light
In the night
Beautiful maiden music you're playing
You have princes and kings falling
7/24/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
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