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Existence is jam-packed with such deadly traps,
You would wonder why its Author made it so;
You never are sure and ever live on borrowed time
For its turns may any time deal you a terminal blow.
You breathe when you find you can,
And will not be there to raise a query
Regarding your untimely and unfair decease,
When short it’s cut your mortal merry.
You suffer and cry when you have a tear,
And still get more of the dreaded stuff;
You make new resolves but your will is weak
And so you forget them all in a huff.
You know the way you should go
But your legs are light and easy to tempt,
So you end up taking the wrong course
And end up ruing the resolutions unkept.
If a believer, you increase your bootless prayers
And hope that someone up there will hear your cry,
But find your very woes increasing day after day
Till you accept your immutable plight and cease to try.
Whether blind rich or church-mouse poor, every man has his woes;
The poor man is ever crying over all the possible opportunities lost,
The young will always have to contend unfulfilled infatuations,
And the millionaire will ever bawl over a business deal unclosed.
So rather than file on through the shortened pages of time,
Men should spurn all the care and feel happy throughout;
In plenty and in dearth, in love and in hate –
For why invest in care and still have to doubt?
It’s easy to get in and out of infatuations but true love stays despite cruelties and humiliations. For there is no ego, no pretensions….true love is just about trust, respect and patience.
Hah! They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
Forever they are together, despite endless hues and cry.
Its true love when you fight and clarify!
They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
But the sky cries, the moment its beloved is dry.
It’s true love when you can’t bear each other’s pain and sigh!
They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
Ah! The sky lights up the stars and the ground flaunts its fireflies,
It’s true love when together you smile despite worries and demur!
They say the sky and ground can’t ever unite!
The sky will keep the ground engulfed till it dies.
It’s true love’s warm and protective hug that makes you survive!
They say the sky and ground can’t ever unite!
Don’t they ever fight?
Hurricanes, Volcanoes, Lightening and Rain!
They too get violent; they play insane games.
It’s true love when without each other you cannot survive!
They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
Still, we see tides in the sea each and every night!
True love can’t stay away, they do unite!
For their love is a knot…. the one in the sky ties!
In the midst of midnight dreams,
like a whisper, soft and subtle,
her soul floated like a butterfly.
Reaching the province of Paphian passion,
portraying Aphrodite's desire for Adonis,
solitude sighed with sensual delight -
her vibrations echoing in the silence.
In her forbidden flower garden,
tip of his tongue composed symphonies of
forgotten sensations and flowing verses -
serenading suppressed infatuations.
His soul kissed poetry upon her satin skin,
carving poetic sensations not heard before.
Two lovers embraced in perfect rhyme,
an innocence lost, but engraved in time.
Silent One
Simple Musing
25 November 2018
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
He awoke, though he could not tell
if it was the middle of a long night
or the middle of his life.
The years before were sodden with autumnal leaves
and so he remembered much.
The mechanics had laid down their tools.
Social engineers played harmonic slogans
to the tone deaf.
A burdensome truth has been put down,
and few dared to pick it up again.
Then there are the girls; they have waited so long
for his kisses, and he now so aware and
no longer sleep-walking cannot undress them
with those velvet infatuations
he had saved just for this moment.
He recalls meadow larks and strong apple cider,
walks paused in the glow of painted lips.
Dark movie theaters, hands on white thighs.
Mountains and the ways around them,
the freedom of real choices.
A muffled pillow speaks to him
of what was once and what could have been.
Again he feels in the middle of both
watching time and circumstance
pull themselves apart.
He thought: How old do you have to be
to be in the middle?
Even now when the evening is closing
virgins easily birth new mornings,
he feels the wetness of their
coming and going.
He was a rough lad,
and he did what roughness can do,
now the melting has left him gentle
and in love with ghosts.
He must move without moving
drift soundless to where a world is suspended
in a timeless amber, an irreducible middle.
The new world order is off-kilter
bare-faced and inclined to decline,
its jellyfish arms glom onto
the frail and unwitting.
He will not leap forward with it,
he will abide now
where the past and future dream his dreams,
stay there at that halcyon center
where the air in his lungs is still sweet.
Why do moms change, when girls grow up?
New set of rules!
Never ending do’s and don’ts!
Teaching, preaching, gazing,
Its damn irritating!
But let me tell you, dude!
If you really know your mom,
You will surely find her super cute!!
Sharing with you, a funny docket.
Surprisingly, found it in my pocket!
Huh…..Lol! How high, she thinks of me!
She’s looking for my perfect soul!
Is that an order for me or my indirect extol?
Will read it out for you.
Let me too get the right cue!
Promise me! You won’t roll in the aisles!
Hey! Come on now, stop that smile!
Ohooooo! Now, this is to prevent me from infatuations!
She is just toooo prepared for such situations!
What a cute comedy!
She needs a whizzkid, a prodigy.
He should be a xue Ba.
Besides being naughty and sporty.
Blessed with high IQ and EQ.
His eyes should be blue, in fact green would do.
Height shall not be less than six point two.
Fair! Umm rather peaches-and-cream complexion.
A brawny and willowy,
Not a bad connexion!
She needs a perfect charming statuesque.
Ah! What a critique!
She has fixed such standards,
Signifies how much I am being pampered!
Such moments are delightful treasure!
Love me Mom, like this forever!
Though Nervous...
Yours truly, quite dissimilar
to a woodlark,
nonetheless, this human
i(r)onically positively charged
to forge covalent bond,
hence this stranger
axon impulse to generate,
modulate, and spark...
assimilate virtual digital connection
with mine quark
key aura, charisma,
and karma acquired,
sans "FAKE" trumpeting
assertion tubby Ozark
Mountain Daredevil, I feign
boasting as true mark
Putin on Ritz storyteller wannabe,
incorporated with hallmark
card writer, and thus
feeble attempt to embark
upon eurythmic quest
to facilitate online journey,
wherever the whim
of reciprocity, spontaneity,
and transparency doth
deem reasonable benchmark.
Blatant camaraderie desire
explains rhyme and reason,
(and collusion) if such tactic appealed
within scrunched, highbrowed, and furrowed
forehead this whim congealed,
eyebrows raised with elan to field
said poetic laced metrical pursuit
(grammatically well healed)
unsure what outcome,
(perhaps duff feeted endeavor)
might be revealed!
At deux score away from
attaining Sant Henny yawl
whirl wide aging cobwebs
glom rusty cogs and wheels
of me noggin pine to flip
(the hands of time)
growing old steals
often playing back gauzy past,
where silently musty
Old Virginny hoary memory reels
squeakily turn, yet revisiting,
painful remembrance of things past
only reminds me how this Scottish Matt
got stepped on by many heels.
Numerous unpleasant vivid bro
kin recollections of doomed,
foregone smitten loves flit to and fro
many awkward boyhood infatuations never
broached to secret paramour,
asper this common Joe
forever embossed pretty thang,
penniless and dolorous 1959 minted
baby boomer lass ne'er did know,
probably snickered (out of mine earshot),
a painfully shy lad, who stood
(rather small) apart from status quo
sported nerdy skinny as toothpick physique
encompassing scared kid accumulating woe.
Even at this instant forlorn romantic
notions finds this papa craze
zilly wished courage existed to
whisper "hello" during prepubescent days
for one gull in particular engendered
unstoppable fervent gaze
especially within cat's whisker
visiting her hypnotic gaze
leaving suppressed, locked, and bottled
languishing testosterone
squelched in confusing maze.
Where is it that I fall in love except my soul die out not
My heart only belonging to one beauty its beat I feel
My wish to taste her swEeeet'ness
To feel her curves in passion
My dreams of desires reality
Where is it I love deeply in depths of my being
It is only I drop to my knees to pleasure her
To smell her scent upon me, feel her touch in softness
To kiss her lips between mine
Where is it I love except words I Love You do I speak
A heart, even in pain it lives the passion
An endurable extravaganza of life's spectacle
An illusion into depths of mystery dream
Darkness of our souls light up like star in night sky
Like a new found love,a first love
Excitement in distance the same to be near
How To Love except we ourselves are love
Emotions devoted to conquering mind control level
Fluids of infatuations indulged in minutes of time
To love or be love we strive to hold there
A heart's love,there is none no pure
Fall In Love
Firmer handshakes started out as friends
Amatory infatuations fell.
Lunar bulges causing my blood hearts flow protrusions
Logical fictions assail starting out liking yet,
Imperfect concord agree I think you gotta a hook in me
Nervous collapses assume pressure from my spirit mind
Literary rapports ascend thoughts of you and me caressing
Own inspirations fall yet longing for an embrace
Various kinds fantasy spinning through my reality
Ethnic divides redistributes from like to love this is truth
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
So you say and do things I don't get
I don't understand
You treat me in ways I'll never forget
I don't understand
Then other days I cant read you
I don't understand
Amazingly I see straight through you
I don't understand
Are you aware of your actions
I don't understand
Am I apart of your infatuations
I don't understand
What does everything mean
I don't understand
We're just like a movie scene
I don't understand
Why do you look at me that way
I don't understand
And you wonder why I stay away
I don't understand
You remind me of a light switch
I don't understand
Friendly or flirty which is which
I don't understand
How come you can't be straight with me
I don't understand
Especially if you don't see what I see
I don't understand
Your secrets and subtleties are way overdue
I don't understand
It's easy for me because I'm so over you
And this I do understand.