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Vitriol and darkly circumspect,
These desires they know no bounds.
Tender prey and inviting eyes-
I spare no expense in this cold lover’s stare.
Awaken some deeply buried sense of entitlement
When I tell you that I asked the spirits for you to arrive.
There is a part of your desire that fills me with doubt;
All dressed in silk and broken dreams
Calling my name in your fitful sleep.
Your words fall like memories in some vague translation
Of original thought into this cheap rendition.
Pull me close and whisper those precious lies-
You know the ones I’ve been trained to imbibe.
I hear my name spoken in the darkness
As you open the door and stroll towards the bed where I lie.
I am almost afraid until it comes to the forefront of my mind-
That you are the victim restrained by your own pride.
Pandering For Votes
Tom’s Opinion
July 17, 2021
Our country is filled with protesters, and activist’.
Many, filled with hate, are motivated by feelings of entitlement.
Their hunger is never quenched,
and a helping hand has become a way of life.
They quench their thirst from a pool
fed by the success of others.
Politicians give away tax dollars
through some program under the guise of helping the poor,
but it’s all about pandering for votes.
They know, you seldom bite the hand that feeds you.
Socialist believe everything should be doled out by big brother.
But I agree with Ian Steward Richardson who said it best,
“There are only two places socialism works-
one is in a beehive, and the other is in an ant hill.”
1 Timothy 5:8
“But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.”
King James Version (KJV)
Form:
Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.
Repugnant yet intriguing, a redundant singularity,
fabrications of fortified, fraudulent self-deception,
blocks and blocks of suffocating, vapid vanity,
I endured the bland boredom like an endless inquisition.
All history, all memory was recklessly strip-mined away.
Barren of lore, fat men rode loud, smelly power mowers
belching oil over manicured lawns with access to the highways.
Insular castles in the air, the tributes to white flight silently cowered.
Everyone tried to grin with toothpaste commercial smiles.
Everyone tried flaunting success with Chevrolet Bel Air fins
and backyard swimming pools, barbeque pits, or patio tiles.
Success was a charade hiding deep, wounded chagrins.
This was the sterile zeitgeist of a secretive colonization,
where everyone was living in Thoreau’s quiet desperation,
where in desolation and despair, every heart lay resigned,
where perverse platitudes and euphemisms numbed the mind.
This microcosm where all communal convictions were taken,
where the broken edges of confident affiliation never awakened,
where commodified adorations formed the language of thrill,
where a busyness cluttered every weary mind like a noisy drill.
I grew up among the monotony; I was devoured by the beast,
this juncture of moment and place, its pain has never ceased.
The Great American Make-Believe, for Bobby and Sue.
These property lines were the racial entitlement of a few.
Some recast this age as Great America, craving a narcotic,
but ennobling these glib, obdurate neighborhoods is ironic.
The Great American Make-Believe, for Richard and Nicole,
concealed the dejected anguish, searching for a soul.
the Terrifying Teens
2010
The dark days of the great recession
Begin slowly to fade away
Ending my Barbados experience -the best job in the foreign service on high note best labor officer award
2011
the president and Congress locked in battle battles
glimmer of hope as economy comes back to life
Studying Spanish arriving in Spain
worst year ever part of three years bad luck
2012
the US re-elects the Black President
rejecting Romney entitlement mentality
I leave Spain my last foreign posting
buying new property in the fall
2013
In the US the religious right
loose the social Battling gay marriage, legal pot
Starting a new job as an evaluate program evaluator
ending my six month wandering the halls of State
2014
The Obama presidency
The tea party rebellion on the right
Moving to Capitol Hill
My sister’s sudden death rattles me
2015
The end of the Obama era
Was this the beginning of the end of America
Beginning the year with a new job
resolving to retire, enjoy life while I still can
2016
American voters and at the madness
Elects the mad would be king President Trump
We traveled across the country 10,000 miles
To celebrate the end of my foreign service career
2017
the year of the chaos president
Fast and furious disruption to the norms
Went to Oregon to renovate property
becoming wealthy in the process
2018
the American public woke up
Send a blue wave to clean up the mess
Moving back to Korea
Blogging up a storm
2019
in the end of the year that was
The house races up and impeach is the president
I travel to Vietnam, Alaska, Washington, Oregon, California and Okinawa
Reprobate fictional schnorrer...
Who never did a lick of work
gifted lifelong entitlement,
yet possessed webbed wide world reputation
actually humble contemplative earthling
jump/kick started cosmic consciousness
as modest (née supreme)
unrivaled spiritual leader
with natural born talent
to resolve conflicts
without uttering a word,
he merely presented unspoken charisma,
when his bonafide dogma stirred
madding crowd awash
with conservative and liberal
unflagging political stripes
plus token long haired pencil necked nerd
anarchistic disruption (holy cow) seldom heard
except during amber alert
contrary to violence prone
human nature, how
out of simian character and absurd.
Honest to goodness effort witnessed
courtesy eyes of big brother,
which affected shout and twist
in life and hard times rendered tragic
of one odd longfellow
surname of Mister Quist,
who once upon a time esteemed
as hotshot dejure at NIST
(National Institute of Standards
and Technology at U.S.
Department of Commerce.
The NIST Cybersecurity Framework
helps businesses of all sizes
better understand, manage,
and reduce their cybersecurity risk
and protect their networks and data.
The voluntary Framework kissed
(figurative kosher blessing
fingers to mouth non verbal communication
to hush quiet riot
unrecognizable protagonist aforementioned -
convincingly disguised Rabbi)
despite blatant underlying anti semitism,
which unpleasant vulgar sound hissed
out the indecorous maw
of zealous white supremacist(s)
across the room of ornate Synagogue,
whereby security details
quickly silenced and ushered
unnamed, unhinged, uncivil...
evil incarnate odious louts,
who did unfortunately own right to exist.
Any resemblance between said divine mortal
(an avuncular good fella,
a handy dandy bare knuckle pacifist,
albeit harmless individual)
and living persons purely coincidental.
Two is company
Three a crowd
A and B call the shots
I'll C my way out
I've become a nuisance
With the key to their heart
A knee high fence
Setting them apart
They clear with ease
The top of my Hurdle
I'm just a disease
A bothersome girdle
I gave them a boy
Adopted their man
Then a girl brought joy
They don't understand
They dote on the first
A monster in training
I have been cursed
No need for explaining
A fantasy solution
There's no such thing
Entitlement, illusion
They'll continue to bring
Pick a seat, not a side
A quant little quote
The author was high
When he joyfully wrote
An invisible line
Heavy and thick
Clear to the blind
A blunt, jarring kick
I won't sugar coat
My pen speaks truth
Start building your moat
And digging your boot
Dear Eve and not so much Adam
over writing The Clitoral Monologues,
Love your book.
Just one suggestion,
expand your entitlement to
The Clitoral-Penile EcoPoliTickle Dialogues.
Feminist to feminist monopolizing monologues
make merely OK theater,
at best, the first feminist nurturing ecopolitickle opera,
if you were to also become gifted with writing songs
and choreographing exotic clitoral-clitoral non-dueling dances
Your wisdom becomes more cooperatively powerful
on an eco-policultural
co-arising dipolar
neuro-sexstemic therapeutic stage,
clitoral yintegral
with penile yang-poignant thrust
of regeneratively co-passionate revolutions
Our wisdom nurturing anthropocentered
co-empathic health caring selves,
reincarnating evolutionary predators invading receptors
into hunters loving gatherers
of weathiest wise polarities
transubstantiating holariously nonviolent
politicklish co-passions.
Strategically repositioning
the only mono-longing
Sex Business as usual
is a competitive Mine-Is-Bigger Game
with a wealthier Win/Win Clitoral-Penile synergy
of wiser transgenderal politickling co-investments
in healing bipolar oppositions
with dipolar appositions
Like Adam v Eve
reconceiving Adam/Eve
Yang/Yin
cobinary transformations.
I am on my way;
To the happy way;
On happy trails;
There's no better place, than this place;
Other than an open-place in heaven;
And here in happy trails, there'll be no dangerous animals;
Here in happy trails, the lion just kisses the lamb;
Here in happy trails, emotions are silents there's no more hatred;
No more crimes;
and those people of colors
those visions of tans, browns, blacks and bronzes
All varieties, all ethnicity, creeds, colors all welcome
We sit on the lawns of entitlement
We stand for the rights of everyone
No more fighting
No more shame
No more calling out of one's name
And there is nothing but peace here
and there is nothing but love brewing
and the person of colors calling each other sisters and brothers
Embracing each other hurrah!
The that silent hallelujah
Being shouted all over
I am on my way;
To the happy way;
On happy trails;
There's no better place, than this place;
There's no better place, than this place;
Come to me I'll give you an Holy Kiss;
Something you maybe need, I'd no you've missed;
This I must, I must insist
We're on our way;
To the happy way;
On happy trails;
There's no better place, than this place;
Other than an open-place in heaven;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
August 20 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 30-31
Key Verse – Jeremiah 30:22 And ye shall be my people, and I will be your God.
HEART THAT DELIGHTS IN THE LORD WHO IS OUR GOD
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, calling each of us His child
Fully adopting us though sin-defiled
While transforming our character from being earthly-wild…
Now, we are bound toward heaven, divinely-styled.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, drawing us by His compassion
Fully caring for us though stained with transgression
While purifying our mind through His sanctification…
Now, we are cleansed toward perfection, enjoying His redemption.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, ruling over us with His faithfulness
Fully guiding us though disobedient along stubbornness
While drawing our soul near His altar of prayerfulness…
Now, we are surrendered toward righteousness, submissive unto holiness.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, helping us by His leading
Fully controlling us though rebellious due to backsliding
While disciplining our will against worldliness-standing…
Now, we are humbled toward genuine worship, grateful for His life-building.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, assuring us by His security
Fully upholding us though doubting due to uncertainty
While teaching our spirit upon His wisdom’s integrity…
Now, we are enlightened toward ministry where we can invest for eternity.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, enabling us through His empowerment
Fully training us though ignorant and filled with humanistic sentiment
While subduing our arrogance of haughty entitlement…
Now, we are revived toward fruitfulness marked by faith-advancement.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, showering us His blessings
Fully providing for us though unfaithful midst grace-pressings
While rebuking our selfishness that can bring cursings…
Now, we are grateful toward joyful living, overcoming lossings.
August 20, 2026
I got him at university when I was nineteen:
Too late for me and my anger, but he was spritely;
It was after I'd initially objectified things myself,
By writing a computer program that reacted intelligently.
I should have been entitled to write it at school,
Where my anger was my extra disability,
But I was kept off the systems 'cos of fear,
That I didn't have enough hand dexterity.
My anger was just against fundamentalism,
Christian, and occasionally Islamic as well;
My family was Christian but weighed god as great,
Such that sometimes all I did was my life hate.
Express your anger when you can,
Demand to be met by a psychologist,
Make those around you understand,
You're entitlement to with peace land.