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8/3/17
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Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late
Checkmate
Your ship is sank
Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace
Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place
Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate
Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate
My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate
Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate
Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?
The great escape
And great debate
Lifting and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake
Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak
An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great
In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate
Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace
On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space
Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake
Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith
I grew a rose from cuttings
pinched from a loved one's plot,
watered at ground-level, not at the top.
Dung and mulch kept well away,
from stems lest their collars rot.
In time, it grew buds that blossomed
into flowers, a bounteous bouquet,
with bursts of red petals, blood bled.
It started with a sprinkle
like from a watering can, but grew.
into a torrential shower
blasting the petals
onto the ground, all around the roses,
which were stripped bare,
to stems, buds, shredded leaves and thorns.
I cried to see all my endeavors lost.
All my efforts lost in vain
to sometimes rain, falling on my roses,
with disdain of rain, utter and complete.
But, when I looked again
I saw the petals all spread out
as a lovely bedspread quilt
surrounding the stems,
on the bare cold ground stained by rain.
Their beauty astounding still,
with red blooms shed, shredded, departed,
garlanded into a ring of petals
that arose to save our day.
If they were zombies.
Who have no brains so they don’t care about what I’ve turned into…
Maybe they’d be more likely,
To come back for me.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
They just have to do the dishes that I forgot about.
And vacuum the floor, sorry I never did that either.
They are my parents but-
Maybe they forgot.
So here I am, in a place that is like a basement, but is actually ground level.
Unlike me.
The floor sinks.
Maybe someone should fix that.
Maybe I will someday.
But I’m a little useless.
I could have done the dishes or vacuumed.
In here, they do those things for us.
It’s not as nice as you’d think.
To have your parents drive away.
I’m not saying they don’t care.
I think I’m just a zombie, is all.
I don’t really think about that.
I just think about chores.
And how I miss them.
The ice storm came in January
And gave her the face of a weeper.
Weighed down, nearly to the ground,
We knew that her roots grew deeper.
However, she was completely covered with
Ice, and her trunk was split at ground level.
We questioned if she would even survive.
But she soon convinced us that she was here
To stay, even when ice stood in her way. She
Knew that God was on the inside, and she was
Ready to produce healthy fruit and thrive.
In short order, by late Feburary, she spoke
With the resounding voice of new spring life.
Her pink blossoms said, "Hello, I'm alive and well. Peaches will be arriving by mid-July".
Humility is to apologize although it's rejected
Showing respect although you're disrespected
Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life
Most people focus on who was wrong and who was right
Humility is the hardest quality of character to apply
Imagine being honest with a person who constantly lie
Humility can be shown if assisted by the quality of love
You can't have one without the other their hand and glove.
Forgiveness is another sign that displays the quality of humility
To forgive and forget isn't something that's beyond our ability
We're taught by human nature to be on top and be elevated
That if you allow yourself to be humiliated that you'll never make it
Constant competition among the people in the world to be flawless
Pumped up ego, to be conceited, always being presumptuous
We do all of this just to be knocked back down to ground level
Is it really worth it to imitate the characteristics of the devil?
Cause his wings were burned off
His own way was strange but it matters not
whuz up wit dat!
The speech pattern of God I ripped off weak rappers jaws
On the low, I still rock my Giraudoux
It's in my blood like the same way I love chocolate
38's 45's all type of Taurus'
whuz up wit dat!
You ratting on the cartel which was nonsense
Goin' into labour date 18 of August
This is ground level rounds echo out the special so clever
That makes you level through the devil
Brain trained on the devil level
Deep concentration break the point on a pencil
whuz up wit dat!
that none of you just will ever know who the N9ne is
Get you in them shiny things
Get in the game you gotta scheme
I am a legend but I'm betting you like who Will Smith
whuz up wit dat!
8/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Feeling dead
Nowhere to turn
Dead beat ex
I'm stuck
No way of freeing myself
Finances so intertwined
Like a tumour
Attached to something vital
"We can't operate I'm afraid.
Too risky"
How did I let this happen?
So insidious
So slow
A parasite. Unseen, leaching, infecting, invading, taking, taking, taking.
Eventually, clarity. The alternative.
So often dismissed now better than the present.
But I must pay for my blindness.
I must pay the price for hope.
I cannot be set free
Like a prison sentence.
And, by the way,
Don't bother looking up
Don't pray or ask for divine help.
Help,
If there is any,
Is ground level.
Friends, family, gestures, kind words, hugs, a sympathetic emoji in a motivational text.
You've got this
You are strong
I believe in you.
No choice. Hold tight, wait for better days.
Nothing is permanent.
Lean into the love and the sun will shine again some day.
The man in the elevator entered with me from top floor
of a ten storied building and stood front, close to door.
Each time elevator stopped, he got out and confronting collision,
next moment he rushed to enter again taking same position.
I think, each had doubt, whether his mental condition be stable !
At last I got scope to ask him , when we reached the ground level.
He explained, her girl friend is waiting in front of the elevator.
But in which floor she is waiting, he doesn't know so far.
So he is cheking in which floor she is waiting for her lover !
He will continue to go up and down till he can find her.
I wished for him conveying ' Good Luck ' and bade bye.
He again entered the elevator , suppressing his sigh !
"The Authoress – The Author"
She parked Silver Lady
by The Road's side,
placed the keys in Her pocket
Her hands were warm
Her eyes were cold
She smiled a tight smile
You know, full of passion, full of ire -
Her heart was an inferno,
inside her was a Wicker Man
Her heart was burning up, on fire
Ferociously She slammed the car door
and walked into the Woods
She didn’t look back
The Autumn breeze had risen
Winter was stalking Her
A Black Crow and Peregrine followed
She was on a mission
Somewhere in the distance
the sound of a laughing
fat-bellied storm approaching
it’s thunder clapping
A Snowy Owl, far from home,
watching on with wisdom
silent at ground level, decided to
spread wide it’s speckled wings
to sit in the higher branches safe from
danger and wilder things
Perched safely looking for some Sun
Snowy Owl understood
this was not a walk to
Freedom
Some say the Woods are haunted
Dimensions of past lives
Open Portals,
where misplaced in time,
Lost Lovers meet,
Never again to be seen
In this World,
what is to be seen is
The Unseen
Somewhere, in time,
where story left poetic rhyme
The Author walked into the Woods
The Author didn’t look back
Somewhere, misplaced
Lost in time
where story left poetic rhyme
Two stories meet
Unseen
(Ladylabyrinth/2019)
gvlm
“Lover, hunter, friend and enemy
You will always be every one of these
Nothing's fair in love and war
In life, in love, this time I can't afford to lose
For one, for all, I'll do what I have to do
You can't understand, it's all part of the plan
Broken pieces of the night
Sing like hollow lullabies
You and I, always in disguises “
"Gold in your eyes dancing like fire
Dreamer trapped by your desire"
Heated moisture was in the clouds above.
A love storm hit me on a summer's night.
At ground level, there was a feel of love.
It took control, and I offered no fight;
Spun me around like nothing ever felt.
It rose quickly and then slowly declined.
Came upon us suddenly, and then left.
The atmosphere was touched by the divine.
Crystal waters flooded my every pore.
Rapid pour-down shower on summer's eve.
Romantic kiss, not encountered before.
After sobering pause, I took my leave.
Relationship was never extended.
Wisdom knew best, and it quickly ended.
052920psctest, Summers Heat Sonnet, John Hamilton 14lines ABAB CDCD EFEF GG 10 syllables per line.