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1. I have spent time with numerous women, engaging in relationships that were often superficial. I have shared moments of intimacy and, regrettably, have caused heartbreak in many love stories that ultimately felt misaligned with my true self. This is not a confession of pride; rather, it is an acknowledgment of my past. I have experienced affection but failed to reciprocate it adequately. In my youth, I valued the idea of love but did not grasp its true essence. People often fell for my charm and humor, while I was captivated by the attention I received. However, I have come to realize that this was not genuine love; it was merely a fleeting attraction. I wish I had shown more appreciation to the women who loved me deeply. I mistakenly equated intimacy with love, but I now understand that physical connection alone does not constitute a loving relationship. I recognize my errors and the pain I caused. I apologize to those I have hurt, to those I took for granted, and to those whose hearts I broke. This message serves as my heartfelt apology to every woman who loved me sincerely while I failed to reciprocate in the right way. If you happen to read this, I hope you can find it in your heart to understand.
He was turbulent, fearful, and a dipsomaniac. He was dead to the target, undeniable emulation of his father. So I've been told.
Equated with many of his uneducated and socially stigmatized peers, starting at an early age he worked menial jobs until he married and asserted himself to a position on a cargo ship as a Merchant Seaman. So I've been told.
He traveled the world and had many long tales to share. Tales when spread made him a hero of many causes, and these inflated tales rein the peninsula and many compared him with John Henry and Jack Johnson. So I've been told.
He was a tall sepia man with a handsome face that was divinely chiseled to the image of Hermes. So I've been told.
He was a courageous bull that suffered his demise at the hands of his enemy. So I've been told.
He was a vigorous bear with broad shoulders that expanded forever like the Baeke plateau and was a comforting pillow for my weary head.
His legs when stretched out from a sitting position was a nuisance, a tripping device for a young child whose vision was aimed high when walking by.
He smelled of stale tobacco and Old Spice.
His tatami cheeks pricked fingers to the touch with delightful pain.
His long fingers with soil underneath its horny protective covering could move swiftly over finger plates of a saxophone or skillfully up and down the fretted neck of a guitar if he, so willed. Yet he titillated my ribs, under my arms and the soles of my feet.
His voice vociferated like thunder at his adversaries and changed to an astonishing softer degree when he called my name. This I know and so you are now being told.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
Fluently
she walked about
Effortlessly flowing
like the rivers tide
like a summer roller coaster ride
she sparkled in grace
the flush blush of her face
Fluently
she walks
hips that talk
legs that interlock
Boy! She can walk
Motions like a rabbit hippity hop
Her mind yet so sharp her thoughts floats like a cloud
And when she sad and she cries tears flow drops like rain
Her hope is never in vain and as she breathes a breath all that is left is the sparkle of her spirit in our heart she knows she's near it
and she substantially abated never equated her life like a river flows
Fluently
4/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
while luxuriating in the boughs aching
to imbibe solar raiment golden this summer like
february twenty first two thousand and eighteen
when old man took a mandatory brake
from mister sun spilling forth
unseasonably balmy temperatures
equated from this human drake
swallow wing hard taking
respite delighting, holistically
lolling (nar gagging) obliviously par
taking paradise magical optical pulsations,
a desperate need to succor dehydration
that found me relinquishing
a coveted reading nook and cranny,
this explanation not "FAKE"
excuse withholding appeasing,
an unrelenting paroxysm
watering parched palette
suck ceded to abend
imagination immersion
linkedin radiant nirvana basking (like a robin)
while feeling spell bound by this warm weather
unseasonably tropic teaser came to an end
drew the analogy how indomitable
joie de vivre kneading love intend
ding, sans partaking draught found wealth
between bounded pages doth mend
moe so than any medication
(akin to placing a wager sparring rivals)
desire for on par,
when body needs replenishment of fluids
thus...deferring self
for healthy pleasant liquid to slake
in an effort to curtail parched mouth
felt as if being scraped
by a lab bot tummy sized rake
thence entire corporeal being
didst shimmy and shake
analogous within mine
so many dozen square feet parameters
thee earth didst quake.
thence upon gulping sweet pineapple juice
(to evade dole drums)
a poem yours truly decided to make.
My first smattering of wisdom came the day that I realized,
there was more to life than what I had.
That though I had solutions, they seldom fit life's problems,
that buddies and friends were not synonymous.
That I really had no control over anything,
that the movers and shakers in life were by God's appointment.
I could continue to drift aimlessly, or I could sail toward the lighthouse,
That it wasn't eloquent speech, or grand thoughts,
but coming to the realization that God, was in control,
and that being macho and being tough equated to the same thing,
being stupid!
Hoist sails mate!
Form:
The builder of the Devil's workshop
Polishes her tools with each sweat
got from the pains of her slaves in chains.
They accept her comfort
in exchange for her dominion.
They sign their own doom
just because the seal looks attractive.
They take their own freedom
and sacrifice it on her alter
then stay dormant, awaiting her slaughter.
Never wanting their skins
to feel sour
nor their muscles
to feel stretched.
A little task
is magnified
as swimming from sea to sea.
A little thinking
is equated to breaking
mount Everest bit by bit.
They want to see the world
without taking a single step,
and wanting to reap
without ever sowing.
No wonder,
to be as fast as the turtle
is considered a great achievement to them.
And they care not
that they are less industrious than the dead sea.
No one was born
with clogged feet
nor existed from birth
with tied hands.
Learn from the Ants
and understand why
they are the most uncountable,
observable beings in the face of the Earth.
Rise up then, oh you Joker!
or be handed over
to the prison of everlasting poverty.
Ram as we all visualize is vibrant light, purity, gentle and charming.
Ravan on the other hand is darkness. evil,hatred and always harming
Back in mythology we learned that it can be a choice made by our actions.
We can choose Ram or Ravan and then be ready for the following reactions.
Ram teaches us what it takes to be a real man for he emerged as a warrior even with discontent.
But then the man in Ravan did not allow him to put the integrity of a lady at stake without consent.
The goodness of Ram is always equated with lots of hardships and struggle.
His relationship gives partnership goals and advice to every married couple.
Ravan always lived life on his own terms and never wanted to be judged or alter his state of mind
The footsteps of whom are supposed to be followed has always been a question of debate for mankind.
There is a Ram and a Ravan believe in every individual on the face of this earth.
It depends on situations which make us cross the line or remain down to earth.
Carols let you in on history and its interpretation,
Church thought and theological progression,
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.
We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation,
To human beings, to people and to their postulation,
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion,
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion.
Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion,
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation,
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition,
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron.
She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination,
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection,
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.
Dedication:
To God and Innocence
Today was a day born of imagery.
As if born from a child's dream.
The leaves were swirling, golden and crimson,
auburn and cream.
So scent treant, alive, it deemed.
The sound breezed softly,
churning whiskered branches.
Foliage and vibrations caught in their advances.
I may have woken up predisposed, expecting.
But it wasn't just me connecting to me.
Someone was directing, an Act III.
Something from my dreams attached itself and was
sentiently released in it's new world-blessed,
and met with it's liberator to walk a spell among
the trees and me and the stealthy nests.
In a visitation of a baptism and a dream
crossing over.
released, in roll
a reversal of momentary captivity scroll
of my mind's eye
in order to be ultimately freed.
As I walked there in the fragrances of the forest
amongst Life's Grove of Tree.
A girl with wings sassy slapped me as a walk-by.
A signature move that says for no particular reason.
"Hello."
Someone, put a warning sign on that attitude,
such rare earth and good to the soul to find.
A golden touch, out of the blue and filling
the clear expanse of my mind.
A random act from a stranger, that
equated to "hello brother I am meeting
for the first time.?"
'Just think,
eons from now as we look and talk of our Genesis.
Remember the beautiful day we first met.
A birthday for our relationship, albeit-
a landmark, well received, straight to the mark.
By more than a kindled Spirit.
But of a kindred Spirit with a flint and it's spark.
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!