Long Anxiety Poems
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What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the COVID creators and kamikaze?
Does it cause rage and your blood boil?
Do you want me to just wrap food in foil?
Well if only you knew the burden we carry.
The judgement makes our life very scary.
Just because we know the martial arts.
Xenophobes show they have no hearts.
By damaging and boycotting our stores.
Graffiti phrases of shame on our doors.
Blaming us for events we did not partake.
Suffocating us like a giant python snake.
You did it to Arabs for the past 2 decades.
Cutting into their hearts like razor blades.
We remember our grandparents detained.
In WWII internment camps they remained.
The rate of racially motivated attacks.
Piling up medical bills in huge stacks.
Offenders don’t even verify the origin.
Willing to strike a parent’s next of kin.
Nationwide the frequency has tripled.
Through communities fear has rippled.
Let’s try to look past what you can see.
To lower Asian Americans new anxiety.
A LONELY HEART
I will always, always, always love you
Your away gone at bay
You've left me stranded
Though your heart I couldn't find it
Gone from me
You left me a lonely heart
You alone left me lonely
You left me solely
I will always, always, always love you
I will always, always, always love you
I will always, always, always love you
A lonely heart
You alone left me, you left me abandon
A lonely heart
A lonely heart you've abandon me
You alone left me breathless left me in solace
a lonely heart
I will always, always, always love you
Your away gone at bay
You've left me stranded
Though your heart I couldn't find it
Gone from me
You left me a lonely heart
You alone left me lonely
You left me solely
I will always, always, always love you
I will always, always, always love you
I will always, always, always love you
A lonely heart
You alone left me, you left me abandon
A lonely heart
A lonely heart you've abandon me
You alone left me breathless left me in solace
a lonely heart
2/5/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
arranged music by Kevin Kern
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify
existence as humdrum,
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Graves of Pain-stakin’ Hatin’
I promise to never break promises…
But, time will heal a guy like me
Wounds of doubt and clouds of ecstasy – reducing to the sea of misery – seeps into me…holes of holding-my-ground-in-fear never meant anything to you…tears of cheers and mirrored peers
Subliminally affects me…
My world is torn…
You look at me not in scorn
But in calmness, in sincerity
I can’t describe the pain I feel deep deep deep deep
I weep what I reap – tortured wars and….and….
Roads of risk have opened its pathways to me…
Can’t you see me? Can’t you sea? Sea of sanity swim in me…
Hairy horses whirl ‘round ‘n ‘round me…
Dragons of demonic pleasure…
Tempted to do wrong when I want to do what’s right
Get me my negativity out of sight
Because positivity lives in me…
Gravity won’t win this time
It’s time to shine on…my above-fantastic love, my enlivened enjoyment, my musical magic, my mesmerizing eyes of seas and forests, my brainwashed mind of dread come and go
Mad at many terrible influences that I have seen…
Where have you been? Where have you been?
Addictions hurt…addictions feed on greed
Depression burns…
In need of God’s healing…a vibrant reminder, a faithful seed
Ocean of on-going-optimism churns…
Faithless for minutes…unfolding in me childish fits
Conceal what is unreal
Steal what you can’t feel
My heart – as hard as steel
Feelin’ like a dead mule-seal…
Carnivores of clashing craziness
Made me dump into this…misery mess?
Yes, yes, yes…
I tried my best to pass God’s HARD test
Difficulty to speak up…giving up…
giving in to successless failure…
Facts of reviving hopelessness…
The harder I try, the harder I fail…
Buy a pail of my pain…drink it, isn’t it stale?
Unfail the reality of losing you…
Ice tears, a tale untold…I’m freezing cold…as hale…
Verbally abused too many times…
The clocks of time still chimes
Don’t yell at me this shame without a friendly name
Some kids sleep
To sounds beating
Beating scared hearts
Beating man starts
Beating woman scarred
Beating black tar
Racing for life
Faking out time
Speeding the night
Open eyes fright
Closing blue eyes
Praying through cries
Hearts hopes dream
Perseverance purple green
Arch angel wings
Borrowed brown blessings
Morning raises shade
Man still raged
Kids know stay
Sleep until safe
“Woman come back!”
Clothes are packed
She leaves, kids go too
Man looks doomed
Police were called
Red woman walked
Holy house call
Ran evil off
Blessed everything
Starting over new things
Healing hazel hope
“Sometimes you have to be your own hero”
from "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke:
"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go."
Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love. Explain, support, convince. Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!
Persuasion is a wise man's game
it's how wise men tame the thoughts of those who don't believe the truth.
Well they believe but yet they crave reassurance? They want to be told they're okay,it's okay, everything's gonna go their way. I get it. Though The wise men and their games always kill me. when they validate my feelings it always seems to heal me
Pain has become such a jest that
I told u my pain, And u called it jokes
U accused me of trying to boast?? Boast which part of this is prideful?? How come when I said this you didn't see my pain? How could you gaslight me into shame ?? you left me of the floor crying, hoping that I could be dying. all because of that wise man's game??
Desires are for the privileged.
Fantasies are for the peaceful..
Dreams are for the ones worthy of the clouds
Though I do fantasize
Who has time for petty desires..when they're so close to being covered in a shroud…
Fantasies, desires, those privileges.
Sweet dreams are for the ones With no Pain.
These Sinful dances
My thirsts and cravings
Crawling is a wise mans game
I take this pain and shove it deep
Then I dance with my demons until I sleep
These dances cover up my shame
These dances cover me right up
These dances hide all my pain
These dances make sure I'm not stuck
Crawling is a wise man's game
I like that term, "do you feel me" because I know that No one does. It's like me begging you to "heal me" yet my hands are covered in glue. Did this glue come from you. I can't lift my hand...it's as if my body does not want me to be sane. Then Realization hits me,
HERE I AM
HERE I DIE
HERE I CRY
HERE I LAY
HERE I TRY
HERE I LIE..Here I am prideful prey
Those kisses from the sinners keep me up at night
Those prayers from the sinful never Guide me to the light
Do I need not they’re like they’re like just leads me towards Shame
I can not move how I want. I know that these thoughts taunt me for defame..stumbling out of love..squirming to avoid all my thoughts that remain...yet I can not shake the fact that Crawling is, a wise man's game
Why is it so hard? I wonder,
To have myself figured out.
Me, whom i have known about
Just well, since forever.
And if i cant do it myself
Then how can i blame another?
Who is also just a self
Not very unlike any other
Who has his own worries,
Troubling pasts and memories.
What would Christ do, I wonder,
If He was in my stead?
He would just entirely surrender
It all, i guess to His Father.
I don't know why i falter
And i don't know why i'm bitter
But i know God wants us to be helpers
Of ourselves and one another
To uplift spiritually, each other
And get through storms together.
So i'm just going to surrender
All my worries and sorrows
And wait patiently as this ember
Slowly illuminates my tomorrows.
Holy habits expansion of desires,
commercial attributes by mental wires.
Manipulated senses to be passive,
ghosts of egos worship becoming flaccid.
The tongue of flame speaking the truth,
defending the wind of dejected blues.
Domains in denied mysteries,
lost by democratic dynasties.
The secrets and its depth,
attachments with every breath.
Purpose stolen fulfillment,
expressions in theatrical figment.
Humiliated conscience dims,
the radiance of countenance whims.
Realized deeds upon one self effect,
emerges new outlook opens true respect.
The seekers truth is not another,
individual fuel for virtue’s fire.
Subtlety is the art of intelligence,
echoes of own natures reference.
The mental prison as the enemy,
raised or cast spirits by action agree.
Every soul has its own way to be,
or one must borrow others eyes to see.
Only refined manner with sincerity,
create a living art of dignity.
classical music prompt Beethoven fifth opening
the fate of the world
looms ahead of us
and we have a choice
to make
all of us
must decide
will we follow
the fate
of ancient Rome
surrendering our freedoms
and becoming an autocratic empire
ruled by emperors
will we become
like Germany
letting the madness
of fascism overwhelm us
will there be a final solution
to the problems
poised by the coming
transformation of America
as white America
becomes brown America
will muslims be rounded up
and killed
as ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land
will the evil AI robot
overlords
launch robot wars
to extermine mankind
will we choose
to confront
the pending climate change
rebooting our society
and economy
with a green new deal
putting people first
will the 1 percent
even let us try
or our we doomed
to end our lives
in a dystopian nightmare
I listen to the music
of Beethoven
and find comfort
as he confronts
the fate of the world
proving that human spirit
will overcome
in the end
filled with love
and I am saved
and my optimism returns