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So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”
So many barristers are – if not losers,
low earners and slow learners. I was one.
I, plodding back from Penge, felt put upon:
a plea, a pittance. Now for Holborn’s boozers.
That mean machine was not for saps like me.
I turned my face towards the threatening rain,
and started wearily up Chancery Lane.
A cup of tea and, hopefully, a fee
awaited me in Chambers. Alloy wheels
slid sleekly, silently – stopped at my side.
That car again! I watched the window glide
wide open. And I almost had to kneel
to see the driver. Handsome. Tall and thin.
The shirt was pastel pink, the tie was silk.
The suit was Savile Row, or of that ilk.
His words astonished me. “Well, clamber in!”
And then the penny dropped. It’s Alex R!
Agility has never been my thing,
so Reaney waited, engine idling,
as I shoe-horned myself into his car.
We’d known each other at the School of Law,
but then our paths had radically diverged.
Me, in pleas and poverty submerged,
and he, the wide blue skies of Libel to explore.
“I’ll run you back to Chambers – beat the rain.”
He asked me what had occupied my morning.
For him, the King’s Bench judges were adjourning.
I’d copped a plea in Penge – how to explain?
The major stars had Alex at the helm
when they unleashed their lawsuits on the press.
Defending thefts of bicycles – and less –
was my domain. He ruled a regal realm.
His clients of the moment, man and wife,
were household names. They’d sold their wedding day
to paparazzi, who refused to pay.
The plaint was something weird, like “Stolen Life”.
The man, from Delaware, big hair, and Jewish.
They crank out movies like there’s no tomorrow
(Chicago, Basic Instinct, Traffic, Zorro):
the girl, from Aberdare – think Cher, and shrewish.
To talk of money is a vulgar thing,
but I was desperate to know his fee.
The forty quid I’d earned, I wouldn’t see
for months to come. His wrists were dripping bling.
We’d be at Chambers in another minute.
“So, Alex,” (best to blurt the damn thing out),
“a case like that. You’re looking at … about …?”
He grinned at me and said, “you’re sitting in it.”
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you look through the peephole,
does a pitchfork illuminate your adjectives of me
to make ammends, i attempt to prepare reconstruction soup
dismal is your evenly distorted reaction,
and it spreads like a plague colorfully seducing
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you tiptoe through your
personal daydream curiosity excursion,
do the thorns medicate the adjourning of your wrongful judgement
to reignite the luminosity of the art, i try to mediate the enlargement
of the minimal medium....hoping to plant New Seeds of Effervescent
Memorial Happenings....
what piece of Peace shall i come in
when you frolic in your newly zigzagging
temperamental era, will the soft surroundings
in the wayward wind unite to provide the now unbeknownst
warmth of reality formerly monikered "WHAT ONCE WAS"
for the mere purpose of simply existing, once again i give the foundations'
lost a quarter of a whole to again begin hourly repolished works.....
to once again wish away on.....
I heard about God
In a church full of strangers
Who dutifully regurgitated words
Before enthusiastically adjourning to the bar.
I whispered to God
"Can you hear? Are you real?"
I opened my ears, expecting His reply
But my ears failed, like my memorized prayers.
I reached up to God
Desperate for the touch of His hand.
But it came back empty . . .
As empty, I thought, as my destiny, my future, my purpose.
I shouted at God
"Where is the Father I long for?
The One who doesn't hurt His children;
Who knows what it's like to be in pain, persecuted, alone?"
I surrendered to God.
I was silent, still, open.
He spoke to my heart, saying:
"At last, my child. Distraction is the enemy of relationship. Now we begin."
I walked with God.
Baby steps, falls, bruises.
Some ahead on the road laughed.
"Judgment is the enemy of growth," my Father said.
I shied from God.
"I don't belong here!
"I am not good enough to walk with you."
"And now, you are mine," and He took my place. "Arrogance is the enemy of love."
I trusted in God.
I walked on, striving to improve my gait.
Sometimes I fell behind, caught up . . .
Not seeking to advance beyond the
reach of those who were lost or fallen.
I thanked my God.
For a drop of forgiveness
In a life parched with guilt and shame.
I drank in His goodness, and hoped to overflow to a dehydrated world.
10/25/2015
By Far
Distant so adjourning, by far
Follow delusional by far
Cart before the horse;
Traveling by coach;
by far
the distance from the sun to orgone
distance lost
freedoms captures
freedom march, nonchalant
both negate positive
~
care yet don't care
manner be so be
Milky-Way mile high in the skyway
by far
Traveling by coach;
Cart before the horse;
Follow delusional by far
Distant so adjourning, by far
be I not found, nor lost
neither denied no charge, no cost
sweet by N by
~
Chariots in the skies
darkness over shrouded by pin light
distance lost
freedoms captures
freedom march, nonchalant
both negate positive
care yet don't care
manner be so be
Milky-Way mile high in the skyway
by far
7/29/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
Next freedom coordinate, proximity build 1
My length of walk?
From origin as work
Defines energy in momentum
Obstruction is capable mathematics from here
On in to the document
As sun crests new yorks harbor
In California I awaken to writing, publishing
Shower of body is not reachable
Nor the causeway of commerce
Food procurement
The framers cannot be gained by days end
Patterning a fold....this is that budget measure
Finish map with lifeline tent
Proximity build 1
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
What document is, is property title declaration
Cannot assert pre fraud rights to persons
collected from fraud rulings
As will allowed resignation letters and speech
I retain my liberties
Exchange of documents in error
Creates bribery and non resolvable conflict
In exchange of rights.
New transitional living document for intake
Cannot be drawn from singular unit budget measure
No access authorization will be drawn from operator error
[email protected]
Having signed the law pre fraud
I will re draft my document myself
Published
I was given the Shangri la template lease
for two years pre fraud
Addition of coordinate to point(s)
Coordinator points
Mobile mailbox assignment
Postage is in fraud trail review of co conspirators
Not my publishing
One coordinate jam in thousand oaks, no tranquility
Operating wifi device currently
One homekey building down here
One worse in Ventura
Oxnard mid build
Caught legislating?
Complaint has been made concerning money given to fix homeless
Undisclosed amount
Amount may be written off against non profit forms
Never and always a resolute alternative to a fold
Bothersome appointee
Maintains ahead of the generals adjourning?
Best wishes,
Allison Weis, James Desio and Ryan Vogt
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