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I lost my nest and am running through the flow of time.
No one is there to realize the pain of my heart,
I am alone and running through the flow of time.
I found so many illusions and fears in path of that tide
I found love, romance, and affection broad and wide.
Which in my dream I am committed to achieving that goals
and so I leave my nest , flying to time by my heart and souls.
No one understands me no one understands what the treasure I want
I would like to have the pink roses which stands for love to understand.
But in search of that I found the battle raging in the darkness,
which wounds my heart invade like an arrow at ease.
I have lost my dream, so I sing songs of love and affection on the road.
I am making a vow to set up peace, love and compassion in home and abroad.
If you only knew the love I have for you ,
than your know why I really call you my
boo.
My love for you have always been true,
even when I was mad & screamed I was
though.
Emotions kicked in couldn't sleep well
most nights,
My mind kept tripping like "man take a
hike but, my heart kept saying "stay"
everything gonna be all right.
Its pretty normal "we not the only two that
fuss & fight.
Trying to get our point across on who is
right.
True enough My immature ways had
caused many miserable days. Saying
things that hurt and I can't even explain.
To when I said I loved you, you said it was
lame.. I couldn't be mad cause I was the
one to blame.
All in my feelings no-one to talk to,
trucking on many lonely highways alone
my way, over analyzing situations, Not
knowing what to say. Just wondering will
we make it together one last day. Trying to
figure out how to talk without ugly words
getting in our way. Having a chance to talk
before we both go a stray.
I'm glad we can say we done with all that ,
we been up ,we been down , hard time
keeping our feet on solid grounds most
important "we stuck around"
Even, when we both thought it was a
watse of time.
Some people wouldn't understand. no-
one gives us a dime so I pay them no
mind.
Get you some business while I take care
of mines. If no-one understands me I feel
that you do, For these are the reasons I
Love you & call you my Boo.
By: Fredrick Haynes
Form:
Dear Heaven
Just writing you a letter.
I’m being sincere.
Life is lonely down here sometimes.
Everyone Is hibernating.
No one understands me.
Show me the way.
Am I a poet?
I’m trying to walk the narrow road.
Sometimes there's no rain, my thoughts are in a drought.
Can’t wait to go home,heavenly sky with no doubt.
Clouds will carry me with poetry.
I ponder what Heaven would be like.
A small house with a small room so I can write.
All have to wait a little longer.
One day I will pass on.
With a beautiful song.
(Flowers, by Helen Jane Long)
Show me the way.
We will meet through the radiant horizon.
With many colors someday.
Moving my hands.
My hands twisting and almost tackling each other.
Colliding knuckles.
Frantic and desperate.
Eyes grazing and chewing.
Jaw moving side to side.
Everything seems so much like-
A lack of communication.
So I twirl my body around.
As if I’m holding a ribbon.
Almost falling over.
Realizing that I haven’t said a word.
When I try to speak-
It’s just my toes tapping.
Feels like I’m yapping.
My mouth is heated.
Eyelashes grasping.
When you get into this state of mind…
Opening your mouth could reveal that I have no teeth or tongue.
I’m convinced.
No one understands me, ever.
So she guided me back to bed.
So I could make shadow puppets on the ceiling.
no one understands me i doubt they ever will
they cannot see inside and tell me how i feel
my head remains my prison dual windows to look out
you only see a mirror reflecting your own doubt
if you choose to weigh me to aide your peace of mind
and dress me in presumtions that justifies your find
then i will be that shadow that falls across your eye
as i bow before the judgement and gently pass you by
you cannot see intentions or buy them for there wealth
or balance indignations you first must judge yourself
if you want to know me ill tell you where to start
first you have to climb the stairway from my heart
but no one understands me i doubt they ever will
they cannot see inside and tell me how i feel
there is no way to read me or weigh me by my wealth
how can you think you know me i hardly know myself
Mama I want to be just like U
But only the righteousness part of YOU
Teach me how to love the God way
Hold me like I'm still your little babe
Seriously pray for me audibly as well as silently
Mom deep inside I am still glad you pray for me, pray for me
Keep me in your heart beating me never leave me needy
Tell me always that you love loudly don't ever be quiet
Don't give up on me if I am defiant
So song of Love Me always and often for my life
As the Lord has open no one understands me
But deep. deep, deep inside me I know what I shall be
I never admitted audibly but I think I know you do
I've seen you cry for me I am seeing those tears you have prayed for me
Mama I just need to be held please keep me in your will
Forgive me for my wrongs to come to you I'm so sorry I've done you wrong
I'm going to sing this repentive song for my wrongs I'm sorry MOM
From sources I can't deny I feel something on the inside this is my conversion I'm no longer wrong this is my CHAIARA Song
2/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Salt a gin and tonic,
It’s too dry.
Assault my temple with sin,
Be honest,
You like the rye.
Look me in my honest eye,
Conversations with myself are the fondest,
Because no one understands me better when I rhyme.
Took a pen and across the paper it slides,
Scribble out the oddest lines.
Apply pressure to the page,
Trickle out ink until the pen has died.
Wet ink is promised to eventually dry,
But tomorrow isn’t promised,
For some reason I can’t help but question why?
After four portions of Moët fine wine,
I tend to think of life as if it’s all just a waste of time.
If tomorrow could be withdrawn then what’s the point of the “grand design”?
If tomorrow I wake up past dawn,
Should I consider myself only one step closer to dying?
Don’t overstep,
The temple has redrawn the walls and implores you to walk within the lines.
It’s not perfect,
But nothing’s wrong with second best.
When it stops hurting,
In comes walking Sudden Death.
We can’t always be our very best,
Attempting perfect,
It feels like burning,
The scars left behind showcase regret.
Too much is on my mind and
It's haunting me like a bad dream.
Making it tough to sleep and,
When I'm wake when it's effecting me.
A form of fear that won't let go of me.
I wish I could run away,
But it catches up to me
And latches on with authority.
It makes me mad that no one understands me.
Imagine speaking to a deaf person,
Who doesn't know how to read?
Or walking blind with no one to lead.
I'd hate to find out what they really say,
With heads turned the opposite way.
Talking in code like reading hieroglyphics,
I need someone to rescue me from my insecurity.
I hate what stress is doing in me,
I'm in a dark place and it's killing me;
I hate what stress is doing in me.
Whether staring at my eye lids,
Or Eyes wide open in the dark;
It all looks the same,
The color pitch black is all around.
I'm trying to keep myself,
Together and in check.
Great at balancing many tasks,
Without really breaking a sweat.
At times it can become too much
Like overloading a circuit with too many plugs.
Overpowered and burned out,
I need someone to help me out.
The fear of being alone and stranded,
Has got me lost looking for answers.
The weight of fear is falling heavy now,
The colors of death are clear now;
Help me turn away from my path,
Before I go too far on this track.