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another revolution
so here you are again
my ugly friend depression
honest no doubt but mocking me
teasing lurking admonishing me
you enfold me whole heartedly
pull all the punches
give darkness
administer loneliness despair gloom
confusion which are so wholesome
they make me believe they are all there is
they say that past performance
is not always a prediction for the future
that the past is gone and cannot be counted upon
it does not really feel like it
but I can do this again
there is love out there
kindness and compassion
very close to my heart
sitting just across from me at the table
and she my lover and soulmate
is just as depressed as I am
a web of entanglement no doubt
but also the reason
for strength and resolve
if I was not an atheist
I would find solace in faith
but I hope that spiritual power
will find me again until
life becomes more bearable once more
and the dimmer of my soul
opens up again towards the light
Serious sibling subluxation...
rapprochement somewhat salvaged dislocation
Truth be told about following poem
mostly written quite some years ago,
and revisions made to recreate
and revise a more satisfactory literary product.
This trademark ungainly, unsightly,
and unwieldy title essentially
huzzah mask ***** aid,
(my humble apology NOT
to incite unwanted
and unwonted anger
among lgbtqia community),
and accentuates tendency
(mine) to administer
reverent unpretentious yawping,
sans (asper thy usual)
wordy, quirky, nutty, heady, easy...
and gallimaufry charade,
though pointed lament
decries copious blather,
which awareness (in tandem
with better devilishly cherubic angels)
prevail upon sesquipedalian
nippy nap noopy quirkiness, might be
in my best (in show)
interest to evade
leaving an unsuspecting
reader psychologically frayed,
and without doubt prematurely
finds same cyber surfer
harried and grayed,
styled akin to experience dramatic,
and sudden onset of progeria
hence, a concerted effort
will be orchestrated, i.e.made
so everyone involved woodwind
fur me (a hip cat) tabby
conscientiously choosing
meow me modus operandi
to mute trumpeting,
associated with this one man
faltering hit parade,
hence, an intent to write
swiftly tailored and more clearly,
cogently, and creditably
qua more understandable to invite,
subsequently witnessing, an
increased authorial fan
base, and unite
easy to comprehend
underlying intelligent conversation,
and/or share something trite,
anyway, thee impetus regarding
risking emailing a younger sister,
where repressed spite led
to dissolution, née cessation
of brotherly linkedin communication
engendered me to make right
egregious emotional estrangement,
principally vitiated, nursed,
generated, augmented
(thank you very much) by me,
viz in sum avoidance behavior
(traipsing, purring, loping,
humming, and doodling along) quite
familiarly, easily, (no matter
discontentedly), alas and alack
moment seemed apropos
for this only bro
their to allow, enable,
and proffer selflessness -
pushing aside ego
(mine) and attempt to go
for the gusto hoe
embarking, kickstarting, and
resolving upon reasonable resolutions
to convey persevere re-establishing
cordiality, despite misgivings
toward Shari Todd
thee family member in question.
Forgive me father. For I know not of what I’ve done. The chalice from a goat’s horn forged in fire, does not adhere to the things of clay. To oversee and administer all the tests you task, done so without as much as a blink is easy.
To bow down to these abominations that I helped create, I could never do. Spare me the details of pride. When a pagan asks to praise the very follicles engineered on the prince’s throne, who wouldn’t take offence?
Forgive me for corrupting the seed on your precious lawn, that you’ll one day mow down...Again. Forgive me for looking into the sky and seeing this as a prison, oppose to a paradise.
Doth thou hate a lion for tearing apart flesh, when that’s what it was created to do? If a tree bares fruit…Tis’ a feast.
I was silently watching the two Mary’s sigh and cry,
When the earthquake hit and I just wanted to cover,
The ground nearly parted and there was no-one to chi,
I hit the deck for stones from the tomb threw over.
Covering my head with my hands and laying tight up,
I was aware of the two Mary’s moving over speedily,
To the tomb stone to take advantage of the windup,
Which just contributed to the terror weighing heavily.
After six minutes it ceased, and peace did administer,
The two of them were straight at the caster right in there,
But I needed another while to recover from the disaster,
So just sat looking firstly at the grass, then over there.
By the time I got them they’d given the body determinedly,
To the gardener who already had lit it and was fanning it,
So I ran as fast as a chicken away from a fox very quickly,
Up the mountain to get my head straight to think about it.
I worked it out that I had to talk with the two Mary’s,
Because I also appreciated what Jesus did when alive,
Since he had cured my cousin from quadriplegic paralysis,
Such that this cousin’s possibility was now to thrive.
So I did decide to accept Mary’s plans of ingenuity,
For the continuation of her son’s work with the poor,
Which would change medical services directivity,
From the rich monopoly over to with anyone to moor.
The two woman’s plans would ignite a movement,
Start a Society, organisation or group to proclaim,
That the way to live was through love’s enrichment,
Not by class prized, but by living everyday in His name.
So we talked, and the two women promised me silence,
About my failure to keep the stone which sealed the tomb,
If I kept silence about them having a stealing licence,
And about their real physical action of removing the womb.
So that was how the resurrection myth took off, started,
That was how it began, it did come from two parties,
From the Roman soldier representing the state above,
And from Jesus’ kin representing the people’s armies.
I don’t think Christianity would’ve occurred without,
The soldier man Roman guard of the tomb believing,
In Jesus plight and in the right of a movement, shout,
About Jesus, through the religion of Christianity aging.
Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for their lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
Elixir to cure this palindormia fever?
Palimpsest bitterness with seeds of pure forgiveness
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Even when I’m afraid, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
All through the night, I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Everywhere I go, I'm gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Administer these as a sign felt or shown
Believe qualities and good ideas, politeness, honour and care shown
Consider the importance of commands to teach, earn and gain the formidable figure of she, the one who is admired by others
Inspire and devour the respect earned from those who see you as a hero
Win time and time again the grudge respect from he whom you, yourself respect so much
Win over and over again the trust from she who housed your body from fetus to she who now lives and walks on planet earth with pride and vertue
Teach yourself that teachers deserve equal respect as doctors and lawyers, as you would give that respect to your parents
Administer deep feelings elicit by ability, quality or achievement
Care enough to think about your impact of others as you grasp the difference between having and showing respect
Administer the heart that cares
Respect!
Poet
Masego Nkuna
You may not like my words
you say they don't rhyme
you say I'm wasting time
Some say I've crossed the line
But in this dew season in this new season
I am one of the multitude of reasons
You are not reading this rhyme
My name is James and I'm on a mission administer.
And I made it a personal decision to repent and be reborn referred rebirth .I'm right sometimes I seen But the mighty Almighty King. I am a minister of the Living God I am a minister of God I am a minister of a living God and all I need is just one soul. And all I need it's for you to read my verse Just one word to encourage, to envelop to give you hope .you'll cherish the belief in one Jesus one God Grace and mercy provide. Do this you shall be alive.
Forevermore eternity you'll glide. You're standing at Heaven rejoice with your beautiful voices rejoicing as you cherish and devote and you worship our one true Living God...
Selah
7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Soulful melodious injections...
Rendering sweet salient pulsations
Scintillating sensations in the spine...
Organic rhythms of the time
Just what the doctor ordered after a
long day of hustling and bustling
I find my favorite crease in the couch
With a turntable, record, and a needle in hand...
I slowly self-administer dose after dose of natural healin'
Now, I stand and move 'cause the medicine
is working
I'm smiling and grooving 'cause the pain is
no longer lurking
The great 40s, 50s, and 60s sweetly spinning from
the turntable to my spine
Oh, let's not forget about the 70s, 80s and 90s... organic
Sounds are still spinning in my time
My, my so vital is this vinyl
Deeply in my spine and still on my mind
Memoriam of the Great Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel
Who was the first Vice Prime Minister and Home Minister
United each petty kingdom and state and made them dwell
In a single unit, and thus he did administer...
Ironman, he was called, due to his determination.
Kings and kingdoms, like thatched huts of coconut leaves, he shook.
For a united nation, he had no hesitation.
For this, each and every possible means he undertook
We heard, as a barrister, when he was hearing a case
He happened to get a telegram and just kept quiet.
Death of his wife! Yet, as a man in war, he took his place.
Fraternally, he and Neheru tackled each riot.
We had such politicians those days, I'm sorry to say.
We lack such. Is this why we have to go the statue way...?
The Bad, The Ugly and The Good (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)
The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear no man; No Sir!!!
I answer to only One Master. That’s Heaven’s Prime Minister.
I am the player-hating, man-baiting Sister Disaster.
I’ll woo you, thrill you, then …kill you; true that, mister!
I just swagger thru the city with my ‘Ghetto Blaster’,
I don’t mean sounds, fool!!! I mean my ‘piece’ … to blast ya!!!
I am the mean-looking, menacing Monster Mobster.
I’ll cut ya, shred ya, and have me a pasta fiesta.
I do not boil ‘em…! No sah!! I’d eat a live lobster!
I’m so mean ….Hey! ..I’ll even steamroller your hamster!!!
I am the fast-talking, Bible-bashing Pastor Imposter.
I’ll bless you, fleece you, then sex-up Sister Disaster
I’m just a shyster - but please don’t tell the Menacing Mobster!
She’s the God-fearing Gangsta’s wife - and the Mobster’s sister!
The Ugly (Badder)
I am the flesh-eating, life-sapping, Cluster-Sinister.
I am impartial; care not for class, colour, creed or gender.
I am microbe, but not a person-respecter; ask the sex inspector.
I am sorry, but for me to survive, you have to become a spectre.
I am the tear-jerking, game-changing, people-Prankster
I get called ‘*****’, ‘Sod’, …some even call me a ‘Mater-Conjugator’.
I don’t like Gangsters, Mobsters and especially that dodgy Pastor
I may get mad, or even get even; Call me ‘Life’, or call me ‘Karma’.
The Good (Baddest)
I am the Beginning, the Alpha/Omega; Heaven’s only Prime Minister
I wrote the Good Book, but look inside, I have never been a Jester!
I carry fire and brimstone to bolster my holster - you’d better helter-skelter!
I mete out justice, and vengeance administer: you'd better pray faster!!!
(Fg 81.5.8 - January 2016)