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Far away, this ship is taking me far away,
And the name of the ship was the billy of tea,
But you’re uncomplicated,
So why should it affect you?
You’re insecure, and don’t know what for,
Best, you’ve got to be the best,
Oh yeah, I’ll tell you what I hear,
So sip the gossip, drink ‘til you choke.
But I can make an explosion.
My parachute will guide me safely to ground,
Even if the sky is falling down,
I won’t fall in love with falling.
Cause I’m on top of the world,
Take a look in the mirror,
What do you see?
All those words we exchange.
Ring, ring, phone call from depression,
It’s just me and anxiety.
Are we running out of time?
You can’t stop it screaming out.
Where a flame in the wind,
Erase all the memories, but they’re still stuck in my brain,
Can you hear the sound of hysteria?
Fire spreading all around my room.
And I’ll hide from the world behind a broken frame,
The devil doesn’t bargain,
Paradise comes at a price,
Remember who you are.
written on 8th April 2012.
All by myself, alone, I softly chant your name,
Own up for our defunct weeping bond and I take the blame.
It was our love very pure and not lusty lure,
Unsure, kaput and insecure I thirstily quest for love’s cure……
Cannot truly imagine that I let you go,
But for us to be happy I did so,
I own up and take the blame,
To silently blow off our love’s flame…..
My heart I am sure you did not know,
Was tattered and torn from the time I let you go,
Ours was a bond carefree and Boehme,
I Own up for our broken weeping bond and take the blame.
I wish our bonds could have fondly stayed on,
Woven intertwined with emotions, enameled with love’s lacquerers firmly bound.
But I still take the blame,
And not dampen loves flickering flame with a sense of shame……
Till our laden guilt we overcame….
Too late for me as this body I had lit and set aflame.
From above as my body burned,
Saw her woefully drunken self as she wailed in lament and yearned.
...and with a sip, the saddened lass,
Drained the half full, half empty glass.
As scorched sorrow burned her brain,
She drained the dregs that did remain.
There in the bottom, she saw her world,
Amid the amber liquid swirls, somewhat twirled but largely unfurled
but to amend her fate
it is now too late,
i take the blame.
i take the blame …………
.....
THE VIAGRA CAPER
He felt self conscious, insecure,
Inadequate and most unsure.
He looked upon the night with dread,
For he was unadept in bed.
He thought it all was in his pants,
And feared he could not do the dance,
And then he saw it on T.V.,
With insane grin they touted "V".
It would make him a superman,
And she would be his biggest fan.
So off he went to the pharmacy,
To buy a box, or maybe three.
He popped a pill and to his surprise,
It grew before his very eyes;
So he took another just for fun,
He overdosed and was undone.
The paramedics laughed out loud,
When they saw how he was endowed.
He was too big for his britches,
And it left them all in stitches.
"My God!' the doctor said, entranced,
'It looks just like a big egg plant!
We're gonna have to drain that thing,
So hang on tight, it's gonna sting."
Our hero learned his lesson well,
Though he had to go through Hell.
Though some think the stuff is grand,
Viagra does not make the man.
Judy Ball
The person depicted above is purely fictional and any similarities to real persons
living or dead is unintentional.
Why is it so hard to be happy
But so easy to be sad?
When I see how people treat each other
Sometimes it makes me so mad
It costs nothing to be civil
To make life easier for one another
Repaying years of love and care
To your father and your mother
Everywhere I go each day
People are in such a hurry
Trying to make ends meet
Shortage of money causing them worry
Whenever I am out and about
I can always find the time
To hold a door open for someone
They look at me like I’ve committed a crime
I was brought up with good manners
And sometimes people don't understand
Why when I’m introduced to someone
I always shake their hand
They look at me incredulous
As if taken by surprise
Then I shake them by the hand again
While we’re saying our goodbyes
When someone is taking up a seat
With their shopping bag on the bus
I sit in another seat
Because I can’t be bothered to make a fuss
I feel sorry for young mothers
With their pushchairs and shopping in hand
Their space taken up by a shopping trolley
So they have to stand
The pushchair blocks the aisle
And the driver he plays war
He shakes his head in disbelief
Can’t people read what that space is for?
If I am out shopping
And I’m standing in a queue
If someone has only two items
I know just what to do
I let them get served ahead of me
Because I’m in no hurry
The queue behind me tuts
But I’m not one to worry
Manners cost you nothing
It isn’t hard to be polite
But sadly many in this day and age
Don’t know wrong from right
The elderly feel insecure
Even in their own home
Many of them are housebound
Afraid to go out alone
Teenagers hanging around on street corners
Always saying that they’re bored
Making nuisances of themselves
Often community service their reward
What has happened to family values?
When people looked out for one another
Siblings always fighting for attention
In the shadow of a sister or a brother
I feel sorry for today’s generation
Good manners not being taught
I hope that by writing this poem
I have given you food for thought
Why me?
Why me?
Why does everyone try to try me?
I observe, I watch, I see.
Can’t tell me anything I don’t know about me.
I know all the fun twisted sides of me.
I know sides of me that would break you but made me.
I know I keep my word even behind liars that have lied to me.
I know I show love in a world full of hate.
Gotta soft heart so I can be an easy target so I choose em on fate.
Not one of my best quality of traits.
Takes a lot too bend me Enough to make me fold.
I am a unique mold.
I know I’m not insecure within myself.
That wouldn’t be beneficial to my health.
I like who I am ,Who I see.
I am just hard on those who say they love me and question their motives with me.
Only if I see something shady.
Like why Baby.
And Im again like Why me...
Once there was me in an old blue shirt,
He noticed me when I got so much dirt.
I was imperfectly looking great in my own grace,
You are so perfect enough to stain my timid place.
I’m flawlessly high and you’re so not
Are you insecure because you’re a rugged knot?
I'm seeing your face with your troop of skanks,
You throw hard rocks on me when I'm at your back.
Faking your smile is little bit horrendous,
Making you novel is incredibly tremendous.
I'm deliberately well and you're trying it hard,
You're just insecure because you can never be a bard.
Hit the ground when you saw my imperfection,
You missed respect and want a strong insurrection.
I’m not stooping down into your shallowness,
Playing your foolish games is not my happiness.
How can an evil look so angelic when he’s in crowd?
He’s insecure you know because he can never be so loud.
It’s infamy when he says he’s everything,
I just know the score that he was only cheating.
You portray a gruesome look on your face,
I’m not frightened to hit it using with my white shoe lace,
Have you realized that we’re not on the same page?
Stop such insecurity because it will be your useless sage.
Form:
My witchy teardrops, dandelion oil, mystical, magickal dust
Faerie Tales, cockatiels, sandwiched between rusted trust
Of movie reels, bootlegged steals, cyber-world, & for reals
Myself as a wild-child & lonely found you across the sea
At the time you didn't know that soon you'd be her final reason to breathe
And you'd be her reason to believe
You'd crack the door to your heart, & then slam it when I was near
You liked to lock up the most attractive parts of you because of your simplistic, insecure fears
I wasn't allowed to be welcomed into your heart for years & years
I'd get too close & once more, you'd slam the door yet again
If you felt out of control of your environment - then nobody can possibly win
You're mad at me for the lack of interaction - but attempting to interact with a workaholic will never yield compromise-able satisfaction
In my experience with you, it always held an unpredictable, bottled-up reaction
Instead of cuddling, smoking, & just relaxin'
This non-communicative, Scorpio, an eloquent, self-confessed introvert would always stay deeply immersed in your work
Never really gave an attentive chance
Even through our initial, fiery romance
You seldom got to experience my mind & body both - like rhythmic, melodious smoke
The worst time for us to be together back then
But something told you that we were worth sacrificing the work we put in for many years being metaverse friends
That was a roll of the die I didn't want to try
We'd have to sacrifice all the time spent, or end up simply saying our goodbyes
It's a little bit frightening to start a day without you here with me
Now I'm 22 I'm all by myself, gotta start to stand my way
We know that it's a little bit frightening
To start with our own feet, own feet
I'm a little bit insecure
Am I gonna make it or not
I overthink sometime
All I wish that we don't have to do this, no more
But I have to do
I wish that I don't have to do this
But I need to, cause I have to, and I need to
When we were just kids
We only do was play
We didn't wanna grow up
But somehow we wanna feel how grown up works
And now that we're here maybe I just wanna go back to the day I was a child
I was child
Cause we only got responsibilities
It's so frightening to stand up on our own
And be away our families
But I have to do this for them
I need to
I know it's a little bit frightening
I know it's a little bit new of things
We gotta explore
I know I'm a little bit insecure
I wonder if I can make it or not
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
great uncle died but I still have God;
Great grandmother died but I still have God;
Great auntie died, yes I still have God;
All my people dead and gone, yet I still have God;
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
Second cousin died but I still have God;
Another Great uncle dies yes I still have God;
All these physical persons have left my side;
As I breathe and receive as I believe I still have God
My Dad’s mother died my grandma, but I still have God;
Mother die my mom at 39 years I was only 17, left with just dad
Was mad at God felt alone, betrayed and shun…guess what I still had
I still had God;
Father died ten years later, never sung to my father I cried yet I still…
I still had God (He’s by my side)
He’s my heart, the air that I breathe He’s in and outside of me;
Of the 5 children my mother’s mother had all dead;
Except my uncle left alone, yet not alone I still have God;
My best friend and his entire family murdered, made National News
Went to the funeral felt hurt again yet alone, but guess what I still had God;
Cousin died, two close friend died still I cried
Yeah! Yeah! I know I still got God
Death hurts, but what’s worse is to lose your soul and spin eternity in Hell
Wife died three years ago, Yeah! I know I’m alone but guess what..
I still have God
Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens I’ll give you rest;
I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be birth in you say’s the Lord;
He heals the brokenhearted and bind up the wounds
When you go through deep waters I will be with you;
Whenever you feel unloved, unimportant or insecure remember to whom you belong;
I’M ALONE BUT, NOW ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
You can be sure that I will be with you always to the very end of the age
Even if my father and mother abandon me the Lord will take care of me –
God said: I will in no way leave you, neither will I in any way forsake you. Therefore we can say: The Lord is my helper. I will not fear. What can man do to me? –
“let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.”
I am alone yet not alone…
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
The city can be an unfriendly place:
harboring schemers that prey on the weak,
the timid and the insecure.
I never felt at home
in a big city environment.
I spent my youth in a small village
nestled in the woods:
literally in the middle of nowhere.
And I've never felt
emotionally comfortable:
away from home.
But all that changed:
the day I met you.
We dated; we were wed,
and we got a place of our own.
And for the first time in a long time,
I feel I belong.
My anxieties have disappeared,
and I can't explain it:
other than to say, I feel loved;
for when I'm with you, I'm home.