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5/12/26 12:47 pm
I am the waking sky.
From ravaged rose,
Vivid violets,
Bleeding blues,
And barbed Blackness.
Every bit of flesh, bone, and blood fills with Colors that sear through even iron-skinned bodies.
Rose-wounds, blood oozing from trust torn out of my chest.
Violet is the world stitched quiet at last.
Blue, sorrow puddled under my splintering ribs born from the nights you belonged everywhere but beside me.
And Black,
The part of me carved out by the blade of your tongue,
Left a cavity where warmth used to breathe.
Cold settles like dust in the hollow of my chest.
But even the darkest nights eventually thin,
And the sun emerges washing the darkness in gold that sings and colors carrying a mercy I never expected.
Each ray finds my shattered body where I fell,
The sun caresses me with warm hands pressing trust into my veins,
Light returning to my eyes,
And softness to my skin.
Something in my heart that matters;
I hear those the voices of the children chatter;
often I seem so guarded;
That those voices are ignored and disguared;
Blossoming are those tender starts;
For they too have beating hearts;
often I have empathy;
For those every children thought they're not apart of me;
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
yet instilled, we are still
We Are the Villagers and every, every, every child every child
all those little children and the teens
We are the villagers and every child belongs to us
(belong to us all)
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Every man, every woman should co parent someone else children/child
For it will take everyone one accord to keep the children from running wild/wild;
often they seem so guarded;
That those voices are ignored and disguarded;
tender bones, muscles and minds growing;
For they so think that only their intellect is the only think knowing;
often I have empathy;
For those every children thought they're not apart of me;
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
yet instilled, we are still
let us all be on one accord and everyone together
Raise those precious children as unto the Lord
Telling them in the way they should go
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
yet instilled, we are still
We Are the Villagers and every, every, every child every child
all those little children and the teens
We are the villagers and every child belongs to us
(belong to us all)
train up a child in thee way he/should go
let us all
train up a child in the way the Holy way he/she should go
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
We are
We are O' Lord we're still
yet instilled, we are still
We Are the Villagers and every, every, every child every child
all those little children and the teens
We are the villagers and every child belongs to us
We are the villagers
2/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"from future anthology -Where Are the Villagers"
we were strangers once, then we weren’t,
suddenly laughing ‘til our stomachs hurt.
late night talks, dumb inside jokes,
“best friends forever” like it was wrote.
but life moves fast, and so did we,
different paths, different speeds.
you took a turn that I couldn’t see,
while I kept pushing towards what I believed.
I moved forward, chasing dreams,
you stayed true to what made you feel seen.
I looked at the future, eyes set on high,
while you lived for the moment, just getting by.
now it’s “hey” with a nod, maybe a smile,
like we weren’t close for a little while.
you didn’t care for the things I did,
I kept going, while you just lived.
it’s not a fight, it’s not a loss,
just two different lives, no need to toss.
we didn’t want the same things in the end,
but that doesn’t mean we’re not still friends.
Gazing up at the dark and grey sky,
While Sparkling drizzles adorn the earth,
Calmness filling up as time goes by,
And the drops trickle down the hearth.
I settled down to cherish the serene blues,
Engaged deeply in its scenic imagery,
Which brings back the echoes and views,
Of my tender and dreamy childhood memory.
Several scenes vividly playing through my mind,
And various conversations echoing inside,
Leaving me restless with a whole new find,
Urging me desperately to travel back and confide.
If only I could go back in time,
Yearning to meet my younger self once more,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
I would teach her many things in store.
First, I would delicately take her in my embrace,
And softly stroke the strands of her hair,
Assuring her that she made it through the chase,
Not giving up even in her darkest despair.
I would shower her with a treasure of rewards,
For being kind and helpful to others around her,
Also telling her not to forget the regards,
And to be kind to herself despite any blur.
I would take her to mountains and rivers,
For they could make an inseparable bond together,
As they stand by her in the toughest quivers,
And would support and befriend her forever.
I would describe to her the profound joy,
Of achieving her precious visions and dreams,
The deepest connections woven in her heart's ploy,
While reaching for those priceless fantasies.
I would prepare her to face the worst,
While trying to be brave and consistent,
Throughout her valuable self-exploration quest,
And would teach her to be strong and confident.
I would teach her the essence of euphoria,
In every small and tender delight,
From the warmth of those close to her aura,
That would ease her pain and make things right.
At times when people would disown her,
Judging her efforts and attempts,
I would teach her to trust herself and persevere,
To move on and achieve her greatest triumphs.
When life seems tough with each passing second,
I would ask her to remember my guidance,
That would keep her going till the end,
Without too many regrets and hindrances.
If only I could go back in time,
Wishing to make her stronger than ever,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
That would help her surpass her struggles forever.
Why does everyone I love leave?
No matter how hard I try to hold on,
They always manage to go…
Is this what is meant for me?
Eternal Solitude?
I should be grateful for the time their friendship has stayed with me
But who should you share that gratitude with if everyone leaves you?
So here I am,
Left alone with my thoughts which made me wonder about my sense of belonging in this world.
Am I meant to fit in this world?
In some places I'm normal and in some places, I’m not normal enough.
In some places, I can’t truly be myself because it’s such an issue for them.
Some places I can’t speak for if I do I would regret it and then go back to self-loathing.
So where do I belong?
I’m friends with people at school but sometimes I feel guilty because I miss making memories with those from the past.
I belong nowhere
And am I okay with that?
It’s a hard truth I can’t seem to swallow no matter how hard I try,
No matter how many times life tries to teach me that I’m meant for solitude I won’t seem to listen.
I’m too stubborn for that
Somewhere deep down I think that everyone wants that friendship,
Wants that sense of camaraderie,
That feeling of belonging in this world.
WHY do I have to clean my room?
because I said so and I'm your mother.
Danny's mom cleans his room.
You are not Danny and I'm not his mother.
Everyone in THIS house keeps his OWN space neat and straight.
It's your responsibility
It's neat enough for me.
You are NO judge of what's neat.
It's a health hazard; it smells like a zoo.
What smells?
To start with, take a sniff at your dirty clothes on the floor.
What if I just pick up my clothes?
That's a great first step towards cleaning,
bring them to the laundry room.
Then you can go back and finish the room
What if I clean my room tonight?
No, your brother has to sleep in there tonight
Who came up with that idea?
Grandma's coming to visit.
She's sleeping in his room. He keeps HIS room clean.
Then he can help me clean?
No way, get on it!
Then you can help HIM cut the grass before supper.
What's with the grass?
Keep asking questions
I'll keep finding more things for you to do
In a teen girl's mind, a story to share,
Written by her, for teens and parents to care.
Let's start strong, a question so clear,
What's a teen girl to you? What do you hear?
If you think of chaos, drama, and more,
Makeup, studies, gossip, and fashion galore.
I admit, I'm a mix of it all,
But inside my mind, there's a different call.
Movies sold dreams of love so grand,
Perfect faces, perfect bodies, and life so grand.
But where's all that in reality's stream?
Adolescence is different, it's not what it seemed.
At 15, soon turning 16, here I stand,
Nobody gets it, not even I understand.
In this confusing world, I find my way,
Through the comfort of words, where emotions play.
So here's me, a teen with a tale,
Navigating a world that can be quite frail.
In life's pattern, my story's unfolding,
In the magic of words, my emotions are molding.
AT THE CROSSROADS OF CHANGE
On the wings of time, we’ve soared
From the canyons of history to the horizon
That has become ourstory’s beginnings:-
From the clefs of struggle, was heard
A creak in the door of time; was seen,
A spiraling light splitting the darkness;
A liberty coming since the foundation of the world—
Nothing can stop the coming of a new dawn;
Nor hold the night in suspended animation:-
Here at the crossroads of change, we stand;
Evolutionary evidence of strong steadfastness:
No longer chained, but survivors of life’s vicissitudes.
Long and arduous has been the treacherous journey;
Blood debts remain and new generations must rise
To discover the waistline beginning of their rising—
Least they fail to realize who and whose they are:-
Were not our kingdoms beyond all human measures?
Were we not in the beginning as was the Garden Of Eden?
Do not keloid memories speak volumes of our Ancestors' feats?
No longer should we fear who and whose we are:
From Creation’s womb—body and soul—we have spewed;
Marvelously made, riding on the frothing waves of change;
Our liberating journey coming to destiny’s culminating end:-
In this land of promise, we will be the legacy of our Ancestors;
Seeds sown and watered with their blood; giving birth to new roots:-
So let the blood flow of our remembrance cover the historical stage—
Ourstory’s real life scenes having no Shakespearian Othello-like tragedy;
Its horizon saturated with echoing applauses of how far we have overcome:-
I made myself microscopic,
to fit in their pockets,
so they could pull me out
only when they needed something fixed.
I learned to fold my edges,
to stop scratching,
to stop taking up space,
to hold myself quiet, pliable, small.
I became a tool,
a shadow,
a body that existed
only in the shape they required.
I forgot
what it felt like to move freely,
to take up space
without thinking I was too much.
Sometimes I wanted to scream,
but I folded the sound inside,
pressed it into my chest
so no one would feel the weight
of what I carried.
Sometimes my voice felt borrowed,
like it belonged to someone else,
and I was only the body
that moved when they needed me.
Sometimes I let myself feel it—
the hollow spaces I carried inside,
the parts of me I tucked away
so no one would be burdened
by how much I took up.
I counted every gesture,
every word, every laugh,
measuring how small I could be
so they wouldn’t notice
that I was here.
I became skilled at disappearing,
at giving everything
and never being seen
for anything that was mine.
I don’t want to be her again—
the girl who disappears,
so they can feel comfortable,
the one who shrinks herself
to be useful, not loved.
—to be continued—
Part two is called 'finally wanted'.
I played sport with a boy my own age,
his older brother was talented in an obvious way,
He saw his brother thought that’ll be me one day,
he grew up to be someone who couldn’t play
I used to hear stories of my brothers successes
8 years between us always at different stages
but I used to think I’ll grow up better than you
and since we’re far a part all I can do is improve
He won one county cup and a player award
I won one county cup and two player awards
but I played in two finals he only played one
He won at the cricket but it had already been done
We won at the football and it had never been won
took us into the Nationals against champions
Pushing the boundaries in the way we compete
at the time the best team to come out the city
I won the award for the most improved player
Because unlike my friend I knew I had to get better
But I also played cricket as a summer time sport
And we reached the semi finals but sadly fell short
I was player of the year labelled the prodigy
my friend was the prima donna and lacking the quality
I guess the point is never take things for granted
You have to keep working to gain the advantage.
How good you become is a reflection of attitude,
There’s always more to do and all you can do is improve