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Premium Member You Cant See My Heart and I Cant See Yours Yet I Love You

YOU CAN’T SEE MY HEART AND CAN’T SEE YOURS YET I LOVE YOU

Humanity you can’t see my heart
But I love you humanity you can’t feel my heart
But I love you
My body cannot stop
This beating heart yet I love me
God is created something more beautiful internally for eternity
I believe with the mind eye my heart
Can’t yet I see and feel and believe
I am the righteousness of God
And I shall live on and on and on and on and on and on
I believe with the mind eye my heart
 I see and feel and believe
I am the righteousness of God
And I shall live on and on and on and on and on and on


10/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2022


You Are My Love

You Are My Love

You are my love over all else

Our souls are twined though not all can see

The cords that bind us across the miles

Never to be cut or broken free.


Your fragrance borne on northern breeze

Leaves me weak at my knees

Longing for your gentle touch

On my skin and on my hair.


This my love for you my prayer.

You are my love above all else,

Secret days and secret lovers

To be with you  for always .


Is my hearts and souls desire

Life has no meaning without my love.

My universe is filled with you

Stars tremble at your fragrant fire.


Light shoots by like meteors

Chasing dreams beyond compare.

Above all others I love you

My loveI stretches beyond the stars.


My love for you knows no bounds 

Nor restrictions to hold it back

Love cannot see or feel or threaten

It’s a force that cant be tamed.


Belongs to know one in this world

It runs free and goes where it will.

Like the breeze from the north

I feel your love caress my path.


Andrew P McIntyre…………2013.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member The Past

Lying in the field  reading poetry.
Jet black hair,cropped short , with sparkles.
I'm enticed,sweet voice is now only a memory.
No bitterness, only deep shadows,I live inside.
It was a home,now its a hovel.
Sleep is where I can see you now.Sleep
I long for sleep to wrap its warmth. I live there too.
Entitled,but I dwell in it. I cant breath there anymore.
My house is empty without you. I need to dream you ..
Dream you fast and dream you hard...
The windows are broken,those neighbors with their rocks.
I close my eyes and feel your hot hands touching me.
Its gray hair, its no hair, whats in a decade.....................
Form: Narrative

Melody that follows me everywhere

As painful as it is i have to wave my goodbye 

Cry my very last tear as i abandon the memory of you and everyone around you

i cant keep whining about the things i couldve said and done diffrently

cant keep wishing for you to see me as a human being

everyhting keeps on moving with times arrows and i need too

i cant be the only one left behind to rot with sorrowful regrets 

I know you dont care 

i know you want me dead 

you want to see me rot away 

Cats play sad villion with my soul 

it scraches every surface of my mourning heart 

The melody of sorrowful memmories follows me everywhere i go

everytime a quiet night aproaches 

i can hear the sad villion cats aproaching

snatching my soul 

to play the same melody again and again 

i know you want me to rot away 

but i cant be the only one left behind 

to rot with past regrets 

i cry my very last tears tonight 

i refuse to let any more tears stain the collar of my shirt
Form:

At a War Cemetery (Lip Service)

I came upon serried ranks
Of once-men who'd given their all,
Silent sentinels who'd known fear,
Pain and terror before their fall.

They'd stared the grim Reaper in the face
And knew their time had come.
But there were those who knew not that
Their lives were a rounded sum.

Some in distant lands had fought
For causes they knew not what
A vague concept of patriotism
In them was drummed and taught.

Cannon-fodder or grist to mill
You may call it what you want
A budding life, a blooming soul
Sacrificed to dogma and cant.

Time passes by, we sing their praise
And recall their valiant sacrifice.
We thank them for all they did,
And forget them in a trice.

For such is the folly of a war
For whate'er cause it's fought
The soldiers give their ultimate
And soon they are all forgot!
Form:


Success

Success, a much hyped word today
Everybody speaking about it here and far away
We have TED talks, gurus, life coaches all churning out the same stuff
Why has it become a word that we all have to snuff
People trying to outdo each other in all avenues
Cant we just stop and instead greet other bienvenue
Gone are the days when life was simple and just a 9-5 job
And work place another extended family cob
We clung to each other and wished each other well
It was a time when there was no Apple or Dell
Life was a routine meant to be loved and cherished
Have we become more loud and garish
Has technology made us robotic nerds
Looking for the next best video clip or something absurd
Movies are tagged with sex, violence and nudity
Have we gone from quiet wisdom to stupidity.
Success you have become quite excess
Just leave us a little while to catch out breaths and suck less.
Form: Couplet

Cece

CECE YA FAMILIA, HONOR, LIKE TWINS

She is looking at mi with love.
in her eyes and a look..
concerned about her bro...
i try to second guess her
today she inst playing ball
she stares back determined..
hedging me between a rock
and a hard place.. i know
she knows my secret and 
she knows.....i know
i do know she wants me to 
confess... am tongue tied

she implores for the last time
its like my tongue is immobilized..
i mumble an incoherent sorry..
what did you say..she asks
i try to talk ...end up choking
how can i tell her what am
sworn never to reveal..
my word is my honor..
but the secret is killing me...
and i cant share with her thou..

I love her so much.. thou i know
she already knows.. for we are like twins
second guessing each others thots...
cece..like twins

where is the family honor..
she walks out on me..
leaving my cheap lunch untouched..
i wander ....if it was in a five star hotel
by the beach would she av done the
same.. plus she kept looking at her phone
and i realized there was no winning her...

she had sold her heart to another
whose tongue was very fluent.
using french with words like.. amour
amour tata tinauma..amour..
word i dont know how they mean
tata tinauma.. could be the name of a god..
for all i care...

amour tata tinauma.. my stomach pains
and she was off.. nearly being hit by the bus
she didn't see me looking out of the
balcony as she fell into the hands of her
beloved... amour tata tinauma
and cece my sista ran into the hands of
her lover..  am yet to give him
a piece of my mind for he broke her heart

amour tata tinauma ...cece left her food
and rushed in the hands of her beloved...
who ended insulting our beloved mama..
she left my cheap lunch uneaten,
amour tata tinauma..and cece forgot..
like twins we are- where is the family honor
....ya familiaa honour eku sista..

am practising the lingo
for i know, sisy like twins
where is the family honour,
ya familia cece.. you will be back
like twins..ya familia honor
cece the one true love..familia..
for my sista love will always be there..
And honor for am full of it..cece 


lewis nyaga

The Dying Red Giant

It stands alone
in a field of loneliness and neglect
the bright red paint has faded into a murky brown
a strict reminder from mother natures pounding fury through the years
once housing a families treasures
now only stores their forgotten tears

The door hangs lazily from its missing bolts
its hinges silent and perfectly rusted
as children we played inside its sturdy walls
now, it cant be trusted

It stands alone
the barn...
surrounded by a field of weeds and decay
tired and broken
it waits for its eventual collapse
a once bright red smile has faded
its loneliness has no purpose
not anymore
© Kurt Kohls  Create an image from this poem.

My Struggle

Trapped inside a circle of dirt mountains
Feeling like a prisoner
Waking up to the struggle
Everyday kids to feed bills to pay
Hoping sanity stays
Just want to stop and play
I cant see that day
Seems like I was dealt a bad hand and its to late to change
With the bad decisions I've made
Even with God by my side
Hidden by the cold shade of grey making it foggy
All I can see is the hatred
That's tearing me away
From the good things that lay at bay
Dreading the day I run out of things to say
Breaking up inside its boiling over
Cant hold it in much longer
Filled with hatred and anger
Fighting the fear of the release of my wrath
As the world crumbles under my feet
Knowing what it will cost and what will be lost
My breath is slowing shaking like a leaf
My mind shutting down
When will it end
Don't mean to offend
But whats left if you cant contend
There's no need to pretend
I will follow my own trend with no bend
I will always defend mine with or without a friend
The lights fading is this satan coming for my hating
I'm tired of praying and sick of waiting
4/8/2017
Form: Verse

You Cant Hide

“You can’t hide behind your finger..”
                                       – Greek Proverb



                               You can’t hide behind your finger…
                                    Nor behind your toe,
                                Your painted nails blazes trails
                                     Everywhere you go.

                                 Lashes, you can’t hide behind
                                      For radars everywhere,
                                 You can’t hide all that spied
                                      Underneath your hair.

                                  As eyeballs are upon you
                                       Watching every step...
                                  You can’t hide behind your pecs 
                                        Nor even your bicep.

                                   Now, understand you can’t conceal
                                         All you have become,
                                  You can’t hide behind your finger...
                                        Nor behind your thumb!
Form: Rhyme

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