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I've never been one to stay in one place too long
I'm a vagabond traveler, singing a gypsy song
A pirate sailing the seas, with the wind at my back
A lone wolf, never vowing to belong to a pack
I've plodded my way across many foreign lands
I'm a camel in the desert, never following plans
When in need of an oasis to quench my thirst
I fill a hump or two, then eat dates until I burst
I've faced storms that tried to extinguish my flame
Live my life to its fullest and not taking the blame
Never felt ashamed of Elton's songs that I sing
I'll be off again, long before the monsoon sets in
It’s midnight here at the oasis
It's time I put myself to bed.
I whom am lonely where is this God
Lord I am so lonely
I am lonely
God where are you I can't see
I can't hear you
I can't touch you
Are you real
No one loves me
They just snub me
I don't belong here
This is all surreal
NO one knows how I feel
Just a lonely one
That no one loves
So much wrong in the land
Sins running rapid
I'm by myself
No one else cares bout' me
Living a life of misery
No one loves me
They just snub me
I don't belong here
This is all surreal
NO one knows how I feel
Just a lonely one
I find it bothersome and raw it's so odd
Where is this God?
8/26/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I've been frequently right,
And I've often been wrong.
I've had plenty of breaks
And made lots of mistakes,
I've been weak, I've been strong.
Looking back, now, I see
That is my destiny,
What else is there to be
But what I am?
I've been good, I've been bad,
Much more sinner than saint.
I've been wooer and wooed,
I've been misunderstood,
Been called perverse and quaint.
But I do what I love,
And when push comes to shove,
What more is needed to prove
That I am what I am?
There are times I fit in,
Times when I don't belong.
I hear opening chords
And start singing the words
To a whole different song.
But I rise when I fall,
And though my footprint is small,
Still I strive to stand tall
And be all that I am.
1.
When all of our days of toil, they are done,
and peaceful dreams of love do come to our mind,
I find my way to you, you are my sun,
in my peaceful dreams, my love I shall find
And there you are by the ocean of love,
a golden delight by the ocean blue,
come, my beloved, to heaven above,
where tonight, I share love’s own dream with you.
My golden star, in beauty how you shine,
for you, my heart does sing love’s lullabye,
my beloved, you are ever divine,
come into my arms and here we shall lie.
The door of my heart opens when you smile,
to your glory, my heart does reconcile.
2.
Love is the glory that we two do share,
come into my arms and gold I do hold,
to you my love, there is none can compare,
in dream, the story of our love is told.
My golden queen, in love, your heart does sing,
I now find your glory here in my arms,
I know the love that you surely shall bring,
before golden sun, I shall know your charms.
Your temple leaning so tight into me,
lips that are divine, meet mine in a kiss,
in no other place would I long to be,
than here within your arms, feeling such bliss.
Your love whispers on the breath of a sigh,
never between us shall there be a goodbye.
3.
Now be with me on the warm golden sand,
I caress your glory in love’s embrace,
our love now displayed and I understand,
I hold divine wonder, within your grace.
Your eyes smile into mine, singing there song,
I lose myself in their light which does shine,
before your glory, I always belong,
I am your love and you are ever mine.
In the warmth of the sun, our love displayed,
we now shine together, a living sun,
in primal passion our desires arrayed,
we are together until night is done.
Together we lie, held in love’s embrace,
I see my all in your beautiful face.
Call me small, petite, skinny and/or tiny as these names have aired
during my life on repeat. I wonder if my size is just coincidence
or predetermined to be dispensed because my first name came
from my paternal great-grandmother who was likewise ‘condensed.’
Born in 1857, she died in 1952, years before Mama was in Dad’s view.
I know she liked to be barefoot most of the time, bore nine children
who all thrived, loved to fish which she did to feed them in their
farm-poor, struggling existence. Her entire life was spent in one of
America’s most southern states, just like my maternal
great-grandmother from whom my middle name came. Though her
portrait adorns my home, I only know she bore four children without
a ripple and lived a long life in a middle-class vision as toned by her
unrelenting depression.
These two women seeded my future existence. They share a divine
tapestry with me and surely some features of their physical, mental
or emotional traits are visible in me, in addition to the 'tiny' gene.
I also feel them when I watch a movie containing nuns because
my combined names will belong to one, every time; Sister Mary
Catherine
This amuses me because all branches on my family tree have long
bloomed protestant leaves.
...CayCay aka Mary Catherine
Dark lonely emptiness, a hollow throne I keep,
Where songs of lust lie faded, cold, and gone.
Shallow songs of happiness no longer reach so deep,
Yet still my thoughts surrender to one steady, hopeful song.
Emptiness what emptiness? These doubts are thin and wrong.
Why fear this quiet room with partner gone?
What need have I for borrowed joy to help me carry on?
The happiness of self is where my roots belong.
Am I not full of songs enough to fill my mind?
Am I not steady now, alone yet feeling whole?
Alone is not the loneliness that tries to twist the soul.
Sweet happiness this empty house is gentle, calm, and kind.
The darkness lifts: its shadows fade away,
And in the quiet light, I choose my day.
To where does my soul belong?
at times my meandering mind wonders…
Is it to the vast blue of the boundless sky
or the tangerine rays of the sun at the crack of dawn
or to those stars that glisten in it when light descends and night ascends?
Is it to the fluttering wings of the luminous iridescent blue butterflies
or the petals of gorgeous tulips that greet me to a dreamy paradise
or to the melodious tinkling of the temple bells in the morning?
It is to the mango tree that I see every day from my kitchen window
or its green leaves, twigs, trunk and roots
or the playful bushy-tailed squirrel
that scampers from one branch to another
or to the little brown sparrow
that chirps cheerfully in one of its branches?
Is it to the blank laptop screen that I was staring at a while ago
or these scribbles filling the white screen little by little
or to the flapping of multi-hued wings of my vivid imagination
that soars high and glides, as I write this poem,
smoothly transgressing the boundaries created by reality?
Is it to the tune of my favorite melody I hum often
or the swing that oscillates in my mind whenever I sing it
or to the breeze through which my humming gently wafts?
Is it to the rhythmic ebb and flow
of the silvery waves of the cerulean blue sea
or to the tiny boat far out there, bobbing up and down the waves?
Is it to the gleaming full moon spreading soft light at midnight
or the wick of the flickering candle diffusing hope in darkness
or to the buds finding way to bloom at the trench of rocky soil?
Is it to the relaxed, steady-paced ticking of the needles of time
or the lull of stillness of the pitch-dark night
or the evanescent dreams I get before sunrise
or to the sweet aroma of coffee waking up my senses in the morning?
Is it to the refreshing drizzle of the memories of childhood
or the pleasant petrichor after the first summer rain
or to the arc of vibrant spectrum of colors of the rainbow that emerges?
Unbound, yet bound….
In the all-pervading cosmic tapestry,
to where does my soul belong?
What goes on in the mind of the rain drop
that clings to the tip of a leaf
and is about to fall to the ground beneath?
“Do I belong to the leaf or to the soil underneath?”
If you follow your heart through life,you won`tgo far wrong
`cos you will do the right thing and end up with who you belong
you may ride the rollercoaster,as we all have done so
`til the special person comes along and along that path you go
Because when you are happy,and in your ways content
it is just like having a blessing that is sent
from all our loved ones,and those who are above
and beamed down to us all, a shining ray of love
Don't want to be a bother,
Don't want to come between
Don't want to cause distraction
Don't want to make a scene.
Though stating really clearly-
I fear there's something wrong and
If i can't state it here
Where else do I belong?
There's problems in society and
I ask with much respect
To voice your words with wisdom and
also help correct.
One world that we all live in and
Hallejuah just for that!
Cannot be frivolous
Don't want to be a prat.
There are many social issues and
It's time that we address
The filthy greedy rich and
people are suppressed.
People are not happy and
It affects the universe
To get to what is forward
Sometimes we must reverse.
So let's back it up and
highlight what is real
I empathise with others and
Can understand what others feel.
There are some things I won't tolerate
For my world is your world too and
Your world is my world
So let all of us pursue...
Peace and happiness
Here all are resuming?
Just don't ever forget
We are all human.
Indeed people are special and
all so unique
Strong in a way
Another so meek.
We can do our bit
Let's get back to grass roots
To change what is wrong and
Societies Attributes....
Don't want to be a fool
Don't want to be a propriety
Don't want to be a number
No faith in this society....
But I believe in you!
The tree lined streets
Lovers smile hand in hand
I walk serenely taking in the scent of a spring breeze
To a most certain prophecy thus assured
A wine bar that serves a great poison
I am anxious to drink the grapes of wrath
As I travel on a predestined voyage
That shall walk me to my death
No matter where the end may be
No matter where I wake up
I know life will be grim
Oh, but better than all of you
I know waking up is a chance so very slim
If I fail, you shall see me smile
Secretly, I shall desire another mile
This path will lead to more tribulations
Of conflicting dreams and hopes long lost
This poem is fraught with naught
Salvation is nothing but a lost road
Tiss ok
This is where I belong
Underneath
The mystic rose of silence
Buried deep deep beneath