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I must’ve went wrong somewhere,
Becoming too much to bare,
Everything’s been lost,
My soul was the cost.
This mess burnt up my last shred of sanity,
I long for it to be cleaned,
There’s only one I trust,
Longing change before I bust,
Now all I can think is what is wrong,
With people, with me, the world? It’s been so long.
Since everything was okay,
Since you didn’t stay.
Lonely wasn’t thought,
Questioning everything I’ve fought.
Without hope and care,
Standing in front of the mirror,
This just can’t be fair.
Why does it have to be so hard?
If you look at it optmisticly, it’ll just be another scar.
Too bad my optimism has run out,
Nothing else to care about.
And then I laugh.
I’m tired of listening,
I’m tired of getting hit on,
I’m tired of the snobs getting in my way.
Of the bastards taking everything away.
Now I can feel it rising,
I see my vision blurring,
I burn another leaf,
While my thoughts are stirring.
It’s clear now though,
Only one answer that’s true,
Beating someone’s face until it’s black and blue.
It’s no longer feeling any stranger,
To let loose of this anger.
These maggots are finally going to get what’s coming to them,
At one point,
I was hoping that this isn’t how it would end.
Now I want to embrace it,
Make the most of it,
I enjoy every damn second of it.
Now when some drama starting, waste of skin,
Throws one of their fits,
I’m gonna make sure their mouth is shut for good, I’ll see to it.
Looking back on the lower ground I once stood.
When that cheating fake, or big disgrace screws something up for me,
I won’t waste anytime before making them bleed.
That self medicating,
Child Molesting,
Animal abusing,
Piece of meat, is going to regret,
Blocking my road,
I’ll be someone they’d wish they’d never met.
They don’t understand,
I don’t care who they are,
Or if someone took their land,
Or came and repoed their car.
If the banks collected their home,
Only thing I care about now,
Isn’t getting stoned,
It’s not searching my phone,
Not hearing another teenager moan,
Can’t you see?
All the simple pleasures mean nothing to me.
So you better start getting read to flee,
Lock the back door, and swallow the key.
Angers infesting me, turning towards insanity,
The only thing left I care about… Is Me.
Talk to the Dead
When you talk to the dead,
They give you advice,
Buzz on your finger,
lightly touch once or twice,
I told Trish about dead Joan's Goldfish,
In her fish pond swimming pool,
When a loud voice said this,(to Trish)
They're bloody Koi not Goldfish,
You silly bloody fool,
Trish and Joan looked much alike,
And sounded alike,same voice too,
Same giggle and sense of humour,
Two parts of one soul connection,
Perhaps this is true?
And one nursed the other before her death?
After Sue died in April 2015,
she jumped in my body too,
And I felt as sick as a dying dog,
Till she jumped right out too true,
Later without her deathly illness,
It was ok for her to,
Jump into my body,
Possession is OK blue,
Sometimes a concept arrives in your head,
The impulse to drive a different road Instead,
Check out my old house Suey did say,
When I drove past house had gone away,
The point of her contact a thread,
You must ask a question,
An answer to get,
Cos they need an invite,
Then words you will get,
Though some of the buggers ain't nice.
Don Johnson
Guess I was blest with the seeing,
At 4 me Kero fridge just went Om Om Om,
The shutter in me head clicked open,
And a room full of Greys. Frowned upon,
Boogie man was I a seeing,
Grumpy Greys round my bed stayed too long,
Unfriendly grey men came at night not no friends,
Till I clicked the door shut, no more Greys in the hut,
Yes bugger off Grays don't belong.
Suey and I had long discussions about possession, and she said she wanted to jump inside me. After her death she did as in the top above poem.
A day before she died in my arms, we were joking about my Granny not paying back a loan . Sue spoke sternly to Grandma and I saw her face above my bed
Grandma was crying and begged my forgiveness, of course I forgave her.
Insight to the other side.
I asked Sue how old she was now,
She said I'm 10 and am confronting child molesting Grandpa
Also confronting her Father for doing nothing about it.
Seems you get to bring justice on the other side of the veil,
And possibly decide the punishment when baby's are Constantly reborn in the Earth, just doing your time, in little Hell Earth.
The time and the place what your worth,
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BE DOING WHEN JESUS RETURNS---
What are you gonna be doing when Jesus returns?
What are you gonna be doing when He parts the skies?
Oh! And what sins you gonna be in
Well now………….
When Christ ascends down on to earth
Will He catch you in your dirt?
What sins will you be doing
Some of us won’t die
Some of us will be alive
When Jesus Christ parts the skies
What will you be doing
For the Anti-Christ will be ruling
Will you be in your sins?
Will you be obeying him?
Some of us won’t die
Some of us will be alive
When Jesus Christ parts the skies
Will you be stealing, ravishing, destroying
Will you be killing, wounding, warring
Help me to understand
What will you be doing when Christ parts the skies
Will you be lying, will you be testifying
Will you be laughing, will you be crying
Will you be whore-mongering, is that man yours
Is that woman yours
Will you be adultery, man slaughterer?
A thief, bum or beggar
Will you be caught up in the NEW WORLD ORDER?
Will you be feeding the sick and the homeless?
What will you be doing, when, when Jesus Christ parts the skies
What are you gonna be doing when Jesus returns?
What are you gonna be doing when He parts the skies?
Oh! And what sins you gonna be in
Well now………….
When Christ ascends down on to earth
Will He catch you in your dirt?
What sins will you be doing
Some of us won’t die
Some of us will be alive
When Jesus Christ parts the skies
Will you be intercoursing, spousal divorcing?
Raping woman, men fondling molesting children
What will you be doing when Jesus comes
Will you be painting the house?
Cutting the grass
Gardening, washing the clothes giving your mother a rose
Making a speech, baking something sweet
Teaching a class, eating roast beef and cabbage
What will you be doing when Jesus parts the skies
Well now………….
When Christ ascends down on to earth
Will He catch you in your dirt?
What sins will you be doing
Some of us won’t die
Some of us will be alive
When Jesus Christ parts the skies
12/08/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
From anthology “COULD THIS BE THE TRUTH IS THIS REALITY”
Pondering about my existence lying here staring at the ceiling the reality of my presence.
I am dead walking upon the living.
Everyone that has enter my life made promises to love me,
Each promise that was broken took a piece of life from me.
They say we live in the land of the free,
But in this world everything has a price and nothing is free.
People use and abuse you throw you away when they no longer have use for you.
Life has taken my happiness all that is left is sadness.
I walk with the living like nothing has happen, but the universe knows everyone that’s crooked.
The molesting priests the liars, the untrustworthy thieves, murders in solitary.
We all are dead, and they walk this earth right along with me.
To be alive but non-existing, to see the same faces everyday but not speaking.
Having to be touched with no emotion, I am emotionally exhausted shallow exhaling.
Suffocating in silence as I walk through the crowded streets,
No one sees the decay, but me.
Swallow up with misery dehydrates me, and thirsty for the living to notice me.
I walk upon the living sluggish as if I was a fixture of an unfinished piece of equipment.
Footsteps left of evidence that I was here.
No one will notice because no one cares.
I am in limbo death of an unbaptized infant a lifetime of darkness.
Cursed by evil parents’ leaves me damage, I am alive but no longer living.
Condemn to eternal punishment, as my heart at rest I confess I been walking dead.
I am an observer even a spectator feeling like a human gallbladder there but not needed.
A musical instrument with no sound vibrations: a guitar with broken strings playing a silent harmony.
One beautiful blank canvas I am Picasso with no paintings.
A negative that will never be seen I am a photograph without developing.
I am physically walking among the living, and I am not even breathing.
Until I lay in my grave everything will remain the same.
When I am called to those pearly gates I will finely find happiness,
And no longer be walking dead upon the living.
As I leave my footsteps behind me, death walks as a passenger besides me.
ARE YOU REALLY A HUMAN??
? SHREYASH MUKHERJEE
I don’t know why they didn’t allow me to breathe (George Floyd),
I don’t know why they harassed me & no one was to defeat (Joseph),
I was kicked out because of my bipolar disorder (Gary Davis),
I am a victim of debt bondage, sadly I am a brick kiln worker (Puspal),
Although being a man I cried as something was not proper,
World would laugh at me so I sobbed in a corner,
Why don’t you hear me cry, am I not your father??
I was taken from Darjeeling to Delhi to become a prostitute (Tina),
I was tortured and hanged to death by the dowry institute (Rashika),
They slit my throat as they didn’t want me to shout (Anita Cobby),
They assaulted and set me on fire without a single doubt (Oksana),
My fault was to demand a life without any fear,
I am not just a story to be shared on twitter,
Now why you all are silent, am I not your mother??
When jihad and my love were exiled to an eclipse (Shahin),
When I was sexually abused only at the age of six (Lokesh),
When I was declared undesirable because I was a jew (Hitler's victim),
When I was murdered when tried to break the colour taboo (Timoli),
Was there really my mistake, I always wonder,
I finally believed there was no god but only a monster,
Why don’t you stand beside me, am I not your brother??
Who put the iron rod in my genitals after molesting me (Jyoti),
Who dislocated the neck of a three month old me (Afreen),
Who threw acid on the face of a to be military doctor (Preeti Rathi),
Who raped me 400 times by trapping me in a locker (Junko Furuta),
I shouted, I pleaded with eyes full of tear,
But I was not surprised that there was no one to hear,
Why you feel ashamed to help me, am I not your sister??
Today when the relations are taking their last breath,
Today when the humanity is kicked and paralysed to death,
My soul knocks and inquires what is your resolution?
Or is your heart and mind still in a delusion,
Then smile and ask yourself are you really a human?
Then smile and ask yourself are you really a human??
The morning coffee doesn't taste sweet at all,
The sugar cubes are losing its sweetness,
Or was it your presence that made our coffee sweet?
My house is only mine now,
For you left us;
The mistake was mine.
People do it often!
All I wanted to know were you even mine?
"The comforting hugs are molesting me",
You said so.
All I wanted to know were you even mine?
"The love is suffocating me", you said,
All I did was, to ask you to stop talking to people whom I don't trust.
Your fragrance is still present, it is in every corner, present in our room.
Your strong emotions still present in my brain,
Your voice echo
When I lie on bed
Thinking where did we go wrong?
Where did I lose you?
Was it on the day we saw your friends happily getting married?
Because you always knew,
I am not a marriage material,
I saw your hopes, reflecting through your eyes.
Oh wait!
No! I promised your parents that we will one day, when I get financially well.
I worked, worked hard enough, but your presence was uprooted.
For I was earning well and the money became my new love, but I did everything to keep you happy.
I forgot
To spend time with you
To love you,
To hug you,
To be there for you, with you.
To be in the kitchen,
We cooked together.
Oh! How I wanted to dirty my hands with all your cooking stuff,
Then kiss your cheeks,
While I held your waist from back,
Running my hands gently on your belly,
Messing around with your apron.
And; my other hand;
Busy playing with your hair,
Caressing your neck,
A gentle kiss on your side jaw,
Rubbing my beard on your cheek.
Then one dark night came,
It hit me as hard,
As lightning hits the tree,
I was shattered,
Like your cutleries,
Then all I remember
Was, you taking my hoody,
You loved the cologne
For I know you loved to be in them
"Easy night suit" you used to say and we chuckled,
You just left,
Yes the faults were mine,
And I know you are still mine,
It's just we are not together.
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Why do you use sex as a control weapon?
You pretend to not know that we need it.
The monster must be alleviated, released.
We get sex when we get a promotion,
or our birthday or when we buy you a gift.
What greed is that?
Can you even have a real ******? Or faking it?
We know you have one when you do our best friend!
You ignore that in all of history we have owned you!
And now you are free, free to use it to control us.
And when we cheat, you feel so betrayed.
Anger that we were stupid enough
To commit to you for life,
When we didn’t know that you were so ungiving,
To care about our sexual needs.
You expect us to control it, are you stupid? Naïve?
Men are molesting children: their own children, because of women like you!
I know, because most of the women I have dated were abused by their own fathers.
The best we could hope for is that they only cheat with another adult.
Why are these women staying with men that abused their own daughters?
This has got to STOP.
These lies must STOP.
Cutting our foreskin does not stop us from masturbating, or needing!
Grahame Crackers are useless. Other men, Craigslist, Bathrooms, YMCA!
Men are becoming gay, roleplaying the fantasies of their oppressed mothers.
Spank me daddy! Whose your daddy? Make me do it!
We men are having a hard time transitioning into the freedoms you have!
Look at history or the rural Muslims killing their wives or the Africans cutting off the ********.
This issue is tearing humanity apart!
All the divorces, are because of you not servicing your man.
He would never hurt you or leave you if he was satisfied sexually!
This means you have to exercise and stay fit for him to be proud of his mate!
So if you gain weight and not care for his pride: You are the abuser!
Milk your husbands, or they will find someone else too.
All because you are so self-centered, lazy, and greedy for power.
So whose your daddy? I AM,
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310+ & 71.1 billion dollars
if you live in the US,
the belly of the world’s policeman,
you live with over
310 tax exempted religions---
that’s over 310 groups of
idiots, who get to practice their idiocy
without paying taxes---
it’s estimated that the annual
amount
which is lost by NOT taxing these
idiots,
is
$71.1 billion
a
year.
think for a second
just what this country could do with that
money.
think of the kids that could be educated
in schools that have budgets that do not
DECREASE every ****ing year,
think of the departments in these schools
that would not be CUT &
think of the teachers who would be
gainfully employed & not TERRIFIED of
losing their goddamned jobs,
so that they could breathe for a moment &
spend their time enjoying the process of
exchanging information with the future
most brilliant minds in the world.
do we need to go on about the fact that this
money could go on to help fund
UNIVERSAL health care for americans &
instead of providing further venues for
ignorance?
do we need to talk about the green energy
programs that could be begun with this money
to save our species from frying up like
crisp bacon? how about the jobs that could
come from putting such programs into motion?
let it all bubble up in your head
while another catholic priest gets dragged out
kicking & screaming
from behind the vatican curtain
for molesting a bunch of little boys.
let it all bubble up in your head
while another abortion doctor gets shot or a clinic
gets blown up to smithereens.
let it all bubble up in your head
while another self-made messiah
rapes his harem of young girls, forcing them to
produce his holy spawn on whatever ranch he
pleases, wherever he deems it appropriate &
the next time stem cell research
can save your life or the life of someone you
love,
make sure you remind yourself how valuable
these organizations are.
Heaven, hear me now,
and not a moment late.
Heaven hear this now;
it’s been so long a wait.
Heaven, on knees bow
i— soul caught up, afraid.
pain molesting. how
i so long for your gate;
ajar, receive now
me— oh, life does frustrate!
Heaven, please erase;
take away my complaints.
Heaven, please rephrase
distortions which life paints
Heaven, bestow grace;
for death filthily taints.
Heaven dear, i face
damnation— my soul faints.
Heaven, hear: my place
i’ll lose, due to constraints.
Remind— the promise made:
to take me where gleam
is; for He duly paid,
with His life— extreme…
that mansions gold be made,
peace, clear waters, stream…
He who told me to wade
‘gainst life’s waves. supreme
He is, who ransom paid.
all’s been but a dream?
Heaven’s citizens,
please, what is it you know?
Heaven, what happens?
does He see my sorrow?
Heaven, face dampens.
what will my tomorrow
hold? for pain deepens.
some peace may I borrow?
behold soul weakens.
each day, heart’s more hollow.
Maker of Heaven,
i have gone; inquired
what sees Your Heaven?
do You see? im tired
of pain— my brethren
are dying, are fired,
hurled at with sudden
assaults; we’re expired.
Dear God of Heaven,
help, we’re feeling mired
One who made ocean,
how could we with boldness
approach? in motion,
You set all this goodness.
we face confusion.
Lord, show us tenderness.
the “who, why” question,
i won’t bother— pointless.
how, when— please mention;
how, when ends the distress?
Heaven, hear me now,
though I have no right to
speak, citizens. How,
even addressing You,
Maker, please allow:
brighten a bit our view
bring an end to woe
once more with life imbue
Heaven, hear me now…
our lost souls save, renew.
gangs and murderers running through our streets faster than clam chowder through me
lawless thugs taking over the local jerk-stop motel that caters to whores and the more than
occasional cheating spouse
booby trapped meth labs rigged to explode upon entry killing our heroes that save our lives
T
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T
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VANDALS
they sound cryptic when they speak
the taste of metal marinates in their mouth
their fingers are slippery and the triggers sensitive
firebombs thrown in every direction killing our children
no one is safe anymore
to a thief silver has become gold
cars are becoming tombs
how far will you go to keep your family safe
kids killing kids
pirates kidnapping our dads and brothers
friends setting eachother up to be robbed
priests molesting our youth
police going on killing sprees
judges taking bribes
lawyers under raps
financial investors leading us to welfare
the economy is DEAD !!!!
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