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Micro-Bullets

A few weeks ago I stopped 
smoking pot as an experiment. 
Easier than I thought-
I’ve had practice. Depth 
of feeling starts coming back 
like micro-bullets to the cranium 
so invisible to the naked eye that
every corner shields a perpetrator. 
Part of me likes it, this blitz of feeling 
because it turns out I’m masochistic 
like that and feeling a pinch dead 
gets boring after awhile. Creeps 
up on you like an unwanted flat-
mate on a sock by sock flit 
to your only spare room and you didn’t 
even notice for the cupcakes. 

But granted, everybody’s different. 

Did you know that the worst 
time to have a heart attack 
is during a game of charades?
Demetri Martin said that. 
A few weeks ago I wouldn’t 
have laughed. 
Yesterday I did.


Gamma Girl and Brownie Boy

She felt a little less than attractive
And a little bit radioactive
In a super hero kind of way
Everyday's an endless wave 
But she can't save them all 
Their pleading prayers fill the air 
And echo down the hall

Sweet time, there's never enough time
Cancer's so unkind
But it can't steal the light in your eyes

He walks the corridors in pajamas
Munching medical marijuana
Brownies from the herbal bakery
A little primo curbs the chemo 
Only for a while
Plays his guitar to hide the scars 
While managing a smile

Sweet time, there's never enough time
Cancer's so unkind
But it can't steal the light in your eyes

Love, you take it wherever you find it
Seems there's always a story behind it
Meet Gamma Girl & Brownie Boy
Her precision x-ray vision 
Sees into his heart
For her he'll fight the kryptonite
That's keeping them apart

Sweet time, there's never enough time
Cancer's so unkind
But it can't steal the light in your eyes

©2016. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Form: Lyric

Danger In Public Places

Have you had or seen teenagers,
who abused drugs like marijuana
and became truant and unruly?
That same teens could be 
exposed to temptation again,
if they worked in a hospital,
where the supply of medical
marijuana is kept in glass cabinets.
And we think that modern vampires
are fiction as Drucula's legend seems;
there are indeed doctors and nurses
who will steal blood to satisfy their urge,
and if I have revealed this...
do you think that I am crazy?
If the FDA approved it,
what would the consquences be?
It will certainly diminish the acute pain in patients,
or make everyone around them get high?
Our streets are swarmed with pot heads,
who are hit daily by cars, because of unclear thinking;
and those who drive cause many fatal accidents...
others die of an overdose in filthy corners,
their lifeless bodies are spotted in small towns and big cities.
Is it a good idea to make it legal,
or will it endanger everyone in public places?
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Seed - a Fiction Narrative Verse By James E Lee Sr a Alexander Chee Assignment

The Seed—a Fiction Narrative Verse by James E. Lee Sr a Alexander Chee ASSIGNMENT

The situation is a fond memory;
More precise a fallacy;
I’m always…
Wasn’t all that aware
Nor, did I care
Family members most
Saw that I was an oddity
Around the teen years
Didn’t partake of alcohol, drugs nor marijuana
I thought not myself handsome
Wasn’t a athlete
Wasn’t a super-nerd, but was nerdy
Back when the biggest job going for the black-man was packing house, custodian, or construction
Minimum wage was $1.65 an hour
Gasoline only 25 cents a gallon
A quiet voice
Quiet touch
A soft-quiet leader of such
Collector of comics (only) Marvel™
Collector of records and albums (mainly) Motown™
Self-proclaim expert on both fronts
Some out-of- town cousin as we were children stole some comics (got them back)
All my female cousin looked to me for the music stats
Didn’t have to be rich and if you were poor or middle income
One could (at least I did) afford the purchasing of the entire Marvel comic runs back in the 1960’s and 70’s
My father though it troubling
But he thought now that I found out later in life, he was alright
Because I wasn’t out there stealing and robbing
All my allowance and most of my teen job monies went to Comics, Records Arts and crafts
But in the day when comics were 12, 15, 25 cents
And 45’s and LP’s were 99 cents and $1.99/$3.99
If collect-ability were a billion dollars then I guess I’m the richest man in Omaha
If the knowledge I glean from all those comics stats were a Jeopardy championship game
Then I’d be the son of Stan Lee (His real name was Stanley Lieber thought)
Self-proclaim expert on both fronts
Marvel Comics™ and Motown Records™
I think if I could live my life again, I’d do the same (all over)
But if I’d were birth in this decade with the cost of things now… Maybe not???
OH!!!! YEAH I WOULD   
 lol  ;)
For you see in creativity one needs to start with 


The Seed


9/3/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Written for Project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
Poetry: assignment The Seed:Alexander Chee
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Mother Earth's Realtime Stories

Studying history
tries to be objectively subjective,
at its best
when also a comparative study of Sacred Plantings and Harvests.

Not a coincidence,
unfortunately,
that when I studied Christian Church history,
we discovered a not-so-very-catholic co-arising GreatMen picture story
of historic and theological harvest,
but not necessarily ecological
because more anthropocentric objectives of Earth's history.

Yet studying historic development of SkyWoman-resourced Turtle Island
is still largely confined to specialists
in EcoFeminist EcoPolitical Ancient History Compartments
of WhoCares Sacred Plantings and Harvests,
still RightBrain Yin-nurture oppression,
suppression,
within this objective-subjective
How to best deep learn ecopolitical history
of Earth's sciences
and cultural GreatMen and SacredGoddess religions
and all things patriarchal-matriarchal enculturing
Left with Right
Yang with Yin, and not so much Yang v poor little dualdark Yin,
counter-balancing in-between
Tipping Points of Sacred Plantings and Harvest Networks,
CoOperative Investments and EarthTribe's ReInvestments
in (0)-Sum/Soul Sacred Seven ReGenerations
of MatriarchalEarth 
historically studying objective-subjective
CoOperative BiCameral Tao-Networks.

In this alternative Left with Right ecofeminist universe,
it is immediately transparent
to all five co-empathic senses
why Donald Trump
would be much more GreatMen entertaining,
rather than PathologicalMan alarming,
as a Public CrossDresser,
trying to walk in his wife's stilettos,
right behind her,
neither too left nor right,
where he belongs
if he knows what's best for him
tonight.

And,
while I totally get it about not drinking alcohol,
I really do think Medical Marijuana
should be deeply and widely prescribed
within the District of Columbia
in response to our current epidemic
of Yang v Yin Oppositional Disorder.
Maybe we could at least cooperatively agree
on a health and climate care budget for
Balancing Sacred EgoPlantings with EcoHarvests.

And maybe think about
how our melting icecap and glacier harvesting issues
may be both related and unrelated to
planting 12 foot reptiles 
hunting vulnerable prey on MainStreet Texas and Florida,
which seems not so good for national health care
or defense
or security,
or even anything resembling GreatMen global rationality.


Starfish Chime

Superman walks round my neighborhood
Dirty cape, crooked cane,  ain't too looking good
Hit by a Mac truck, Highway 43
He's on a medical marijuana disability

Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse

Batman's broke, lost everything he owns
Had to sell the batcave, had to hock the batphone
Batmobile's tied up in a title loan
Batgirl's on the corner, Robin's on the methadone

Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse

Donald Trump, now he's the President
Gonna make America great again
Gonna drain that swamp gonna build that wall
Haters gonna hate, you can't please them all

Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse

©2018. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Form: Lyric

The First Anniversary of Wade's Death

When a man took drugs, it wasn't intelligent or nifty.
Drugs killed him one year ago today at the age of 50.
He was born in 1971 and perished after living on this earth for five decades.
Doing Meth and other drugs ended the life of a man who was named Wade.
He started out smoking pot and switched to drugs that were worse.
Sadly, Wade is gone for eternity, his death certainly can't be reversed.
His family disliked him so much that a funeral was something that he didn't receive.
He loved to get high and his untimely death was something that he didn't perceive.
He would still be alive if taking drugs wasn't part of his routine.
He brutally beat up his sister because drugs made him mean.
Wade ran when his sister called the police and he was arrested when he was caught.
Marijuana led him to do worse drugs like Meth because those drugs give a bigger buzz than pot.
This makes two men that I knew who died after years of taking dope.
When it came to surviving after years of drug abuse, there was no hope.
If you take drugs, you will end up in Wade's shoes.
Say No to drugs or your life is something you'll lose.

(This is a true story about a man who died on July 22, 2021)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Old Man Jacobson

Hey Ricky you got any papers or a bowl; I got weed
I only have enough for one bowl or two small joints
Johnny, what you got for Biff’s party, next Saturday
Ohhh!! everybody’s dry I even bought a new bowl 
Johnny You know Old Man Jacobson, down the street
Yea, he’s got that yippy dog,the bark’s worst than the bite
I can take care of Shannandoah, she knows me quite well
Well who gives a shi- about old man Jacobson anyway
Old Man Jacobson gets legal “Medical Marijuana”
He should get it tomorrow, I think government POT
Is better than anything we could pick up in Winsor County
Wow YOUR right Ricky Let’s visit the Old Man Tomorrow

Obituaries : Alvin Jacobson, 56 was found shot to death in 
His house Friday Night, Police believe his prescription for
“Medical Marijuana” was a Factor in His Death . He leaves
2 Daughters, a Son, 7 Grandchildren and 2 brothers. his Wife
Zerina Pre deceased ten Years Donations to the Medical Relief Fund
                 A.M.A and Government Approved

Inspired By Michael Jordan’s Contest : “ Medical marijuana “

Premium Member The Summer of 1974

It was the summer I would first choke
on second hand marijuana smoke;
I passed the swimming pool lifeguard test
and received my first real paycheck.

It was the summer I learned how to drive -
got my license on the first try;
And, by Saint Leonard’s pond I was blessed
with discovering what was up her dress.

Nixon had resigned;
I saw “The Exorcist” for the first time;
Paul McCartney sang “Band on the Run”
and we were having some adult fun.

It was the summer I smiled a lot;
The first jewelry that I ever bought;
I looked forward to each coming day
as my innocence slowly slipped away.

But summers must always end;
I saw her with my friend;
The ring was soon returned;
It was the summer my heart got burned.

Forty summers have since passed,
Of heart breaks, it was not my last,
But of memories, I must confess,
In regards of time, it has passed the test.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

An abusers love

Dont speak of love, then strike my face
Dont promise me better treatment with false lips, my scars hold more fidelity and trust.
Dont tell me you miss me, for your wishes show, only to cast me off homeless without a goodbye 
Dont speak of Joy's embrace, when fear is all you have summoned 

Clueless hearts do not understand my misfortune
Can they decipher truths hidden behind my eyes?
Truly, it was all a game for power and manipulation 

Starved days came, hungry whispers I cried out
weeks without contact. protection you claimed, though it wasnt so
For months, that little room, a prison, I seeked freedoms breath
Years spent, unseen, unheard, tears unacknowledged, a silent heart wounded and revealed. 

Bought scar creams. marks faded, scars vanishing 
Embraced marijuana. anxiety subsided, relieved the strife 
Drank alcohol to make it all disappear numbed the pain as darkness whispered in my ear
Dressed in longer clothing to hide the bruises and marks revealed on my body 

I'm sorry I couldn't make you proud,
For I was just an embarrassment to you 
I'm sorry for words left unsaid, love unreturned 
I'm sorry for waking you up with my midnight tears
I'm sorry that my income for you was never to your satisfaction 
Forgive my for trying to stand up for myself
Forgive me for tending to my own mental health

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