Long Imposter Poems
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Your destiny is sealed
You have always been our loveless master
scheming and provoking our disaster
Spinning tales of Scylla and Charybdis
Concealing truth so it could not uplift us
Contriving stories hiding true wisdom
Justice will be served when you're imprisoned
Disguise yourself as God while casting stones
but in the end your charade will be known
You weave your legends of god's immortal
but truth will break your shackles of control
You are just a hideous imposter
Who would want to worship such a monster?
Apocalypse' veil will be revealed
By God's command your destiny is sealed
John Derek Hamilton
July 31,2020
Superimposer
such an imposter
heart posture
sinless composer
keeps cutting a deal
missing his field
Prospect is killed
blazing sacrifice
trying to be nice
humble and spiced
yet he's OK why cuz the Father got him
leaving appalled
being withdrawed
suspected of twice
trying to be a witness
covered in nice
falsely accused of being duped
silently bruised
yet in truth
he's a bright moth attracted to the flame
cursed fumbles the ball relinquishes his name
yet he's OK why cuz Our Father got him
caught up in the game
Withered and torn
complacent rebirth reborn
and in saying all this
yet instilled bless
blessed is his type
crucified for being nice
following the dream
being
what it is and not What It Seems?
Praise God hallelujah he's okay because our Daddy's got it
What it is Is Not What It Seems
10/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
No fear of threats from vicious
Peter Gargano knights of kkk
Threatening my life for attending
that 1969 Civil rights field trip
my father Civil rights advocates
political leaders gather
as we awaited the trial
way buses to board
my first grade class
was the only class
honoured to attend
because excellent
grades and we were
the entertainment
choir members thirty
one 1st graders my
mom and dad was
so proud of me no
cousins or sisters or
brothers no identity
thieves Jamaican
immigrants from tampa
definitely no mexican
violent offenders from
delicia chichihau mexico
born in 1980 committing
home invasions for corrupt
junk sick cops very sad place
in America truly sad these
violent offenders and corrupt
cops threatening my life
obsessed with my poetry
my life 1969 Abraham Lincolns
home my first grade class was
the only class selected throughout
Chicago i will never fear intimidations
threats from domestic terrorists
with badges discrimination
hatred of me fir being the child
of a civil rights advocates being
a child of a the black panther party
1969 fred hampton breakfast
program I wore wires pregnant
buying weapons and drugs from
corrupt junk sick cops today
these corrupt officers crave
my death attempting to extort
my poetry for Peter gargano
criminal group breaking in my
home reading my diary about
my 1969 field trip sorry your
Mexican imposter wasn't
even born your Jamaican
imposter wasn't even born
this was peters game to
murder me and impersonate
me with immigrants because
he hates blacks he burns blacks
alive he frames blacjs extort
blacks he hires blacks to
unearth blacks he hires corrupt
junk sick cops to terrorise
threatening fbi informants
confidential human sources
he ignited a car bomb in my face
i am truly blessed that my first
grade class was the only class
chosen to attend only because
I sang in the chior I got to sing Marian
Anderson’s hymn were the only class
we felt so special liberty and justice for all
lift every voice and sing very very exciting
such an honor to be chosen to sing
let freedom ring
Independence panacea dashingly suggests
We purchase our palace hexagonal
Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed
Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital
Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged
Wider scope than she ever deserved
Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd
Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
Wears title queen of high hive divine
Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119
Third of February
Thank you, dear old Doris
1969 MY FIRST GRADE FIELD TRIP TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS TOMB MY FIRST GRADE CLASS CHIOR WAS INVITED TO SING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS MARIAN ANDERSEN HYMNS SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD THIS WAS AFTER MARTIN LUTHER KING ASSASSINATION SADLY MY IMPOSTER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MY STALKER MY IDENTITY ATTEMPTED TO IMPERSONATE ME AFTER BREAKING IN MY HOME FOR GARGANO EXPOSED TO PARTS OF MY MENTAL HEALTH JOURNAL GROWING IN CHICAGO DURING CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS FIRST GRADE MY IMPOSTER WAS ACTUALLY BORN IN 1969 I WAS IN FIRST GRADE SINGING MY HEART OUT FOR FREEDOM IN AMERICA NO WAY A JAMAICAN STALKER COULD POSSIBLY BE ME I WAS SHOCKED AT HER GAUL HER OBSESSIONAL HATRED RAGE FOR ME AS A WRITER THIS BEGAN HER IMPERSONATING ME
I sometimes try but obviously am
bound to more often than not fail
To hide behind my cocoon spun
silken webb of lie's
For fear of otherwise being exposed
that I doth not possess any or little
or no intrigue or mystery at all
Besides what you see cowering
dastardly in front of you here before
you now
So mistakenly I take a bow forgetting
rather I should have been curtseying
instead
But regretfully for me my head over
rules my heart
When like baby I feel trapped and
am unable to react and am forced
into a corner
As fear has stolen from me my
confidence and silenced my voice
so I dare not wish speak out
As I am so frozen statuesque dumbstruck
to the point I can not even in or through
the graceful ambient language of sign
Have the ability nor emotional depth
to display the sense of inner turmoil
pulsating through my veins down to
my core
And the reason why what not only
I but the world sees now in I is
Someone suffering from a terminal case
of Imposter Syndrome
Boom! something happened
Something said a thousand times
Running up, ready for action
but as always, nothing really happened
As always it's quiet,
always cold and lifeless,
lonely
and it gets old
Every morning i wake up
invigorated, excited
it lends to the
the anticipation
the adrenaline, nerves
shaky hands
all absent
instead it all leads to nothing
to disappointment
with all the beers drank
Cigarettes smoked
laughs shared
the faith to raise an ego
is it adequate?
is it truly just fraud
an imposter even?
tell me
what will you do?
when it's loud
explosive, and warm
New, even
when Boom! Somethings happened,
and for real this time
SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH HE BABYSAT FOR MY FOUR CHILDREN WHILE SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND INSTALLED THE WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD LEROY WAS THE SUPERVISOR I HAD TO CARRY OUT HIS DUTIES I AM BLESSED HE TOOK MY KIDS TO THE BEACH SINGING MY GIRL NO GREATER LOVE HE WAS AN AWESOME FATHER HE HAD FIVE KIDS HIMSELF I FELT MY KIDS WERE SAFE THIS HELPED ME GO INSIDE HOSTAGE SITUATIONS BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK OFFICERS AND MAKE IT BACK FINNY TODAY FBI SUPERVISOR BABY SITTING MY FOUR KIDS IT WAS LIKE HAVING CHILD CARE WHILE BEING AN INFORMANT I COULDN'T WORK IF MY KIDS WEREN'T SAFE SORRY FOR MY IMPOSTER TAKING ADVANTAGE OF SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU WERE BREAKING IN MY HOME LEROY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT TAKE NOTES YOU EILL NEVER EVER CLONE ME JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY THIEVES RACKETEERING EXTORTING EMBEZZLING VETERANS AND THEIR DISABLED FAMILIES I WAS BLESSED LEROY WAS THIER I WAS HIS BACK UP TODAY MY WAR HEROR GOT MY BACK SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH IS FISHING NOW THINKING ABOUT ME TELEPATHIC BEHAVIOR ANALYST HE TAUGHT ME TO DO HIS JOB WHILE HE PLAYED WITH MY CHILDREN YOU ARE A DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IDENTITY THIEVES SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH NEVER BROKE INTO MY HOME FOR IMMUNIZATION RECORDS TO KILL MY INFANT HE SAT DOWN WITH MY CHILDREN AND I WE HAD LEMONADE AND TEA HE WOULD NEVEER PUT ME IN HARMS WAY LEAVE HIM ALONE JHORE YOU'VE KILLED ENOUGH MEN YOU WILL NOT HARM MY WAR HERO STAY AWAY FROM MY DISABLED FAMILY YOUR SOUL SHALL BE SWALLOWED UP BY THE LION OF JUDEA HAILE SELASSIE THE LION SHALL PUR AT MY FEET JUST HE DID THAT BEAUTIFUL DAY YOUR RASTA ANDREW PERISHED AT MY FEET I WATCHED THE LION OF JUDEA SWALLOW HIS SOUL AS HE TRIED TO CRAWL SLIDING LIKE SERPENT COVERED IN BLOOD THAT'S WHEN THE GUNMAN SAW HIS SOUL SCREAM HE JUMPED FROM THE TRUCK AND PUT FOUR MORE SLUGS IN HIS BACK HIS SHOE SHOT OFF HIS FEET NOW I SHOOT YOUR SOUL HAILE SELASSIE RASTAFARIAN LION OF JUDEA DON'T YOU EVER CROSS MY PATH AGAIN
7/11/21
Never been the smoothest talker
Got to make the best of it before I need a walker
Had a lot or nothing to offer
Wasn't always worth the bother
4 days a week I work with and help doctors
Occasionally seeing Boxers
She got some knockers
Too many peeps are squawkers
I'm flying sky high inside a saucer
Above waters
With otters
Never been an imposter
Thought I had a chance and how quick I lost her
It's all been testing my dignity and honor
Never been a prince, always been a pauper
An endless battle to prosper
In the end it was or wasn't a shocker
The truth locked behind a locker
Or bouncing around like a ball in soccer
People being respectful or a stalker
In a world full of good intentions and slaughter
Some folks heroes and others monsters
Objects of value and sentiment behind a glass case
A giant rat race
Traveling slow or at a fast pace
Winding up in first or last place
Oh in that case
No wonder the sad face
This all left a bad taste
Good and bad days
Glass crutches in the ashtrays
While going in and out of a vast maze
It's much more than kind of
A big deal if you can't make your mind up
Before time's up
That's why the past and history is there to remind us
Sit around or get out and try stuff
That's for you to decide what
Find out you might hate or like much
What if I'm wrong?
One of these broken messes
Always a ghost in the corner
The fractures never healed
What if these jagged edges are just hiding behind the gold inlay?
What if the ash
Of what I never was
Comes back to stain our brilliant life?
What if I'm not violence contained,
What if my bars are too weak to hold the monster within?
What if my words cut like daggers?
What if my soul is just obsidian?
Only reflecting the light until it's under pressure
When the darkness comes out
Shattered and sharp?
What if the tormented storm
Is who I am?
Chaos and hate and death?
And the shiny love is just a shell
Hiding the malice behind a very thin veil?
What if the good parts of me really did die
Long ago
Drowned in tears that were never cried?
And now lie rotting in a putrid marsh?
What if.,.?
What if I can't be loved?
Shouldn't be loved?
What if my existence was meant to be horror?
Wanton bloodlust to be set for the frail, weak part of me?
It disgusts me that without my darkness,
I don't have strength.
That I, teeming with swarms of fleshrending thoughts,
Should yield to the timid and tame.
Self-loathing,
I abhor the tin paladin I pretend to be.
My smile was meant to show fangs,
Not gentleness.
My hunt was meant to spill blood,
Not hope.
I was never meant to live long enough
To watch immortal dreams die.
To watch love fail.
To crumble.
I was supposed to die this vainglorious death in battle
Against what did not matter.
And yet…
Shattered I was mended
Broken I was puzzled back together.
And I learned to feel pain I had so oft ignored.
I am not who I was supposed to be.
And I don't deserve the love that waters my pastures.