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i am the one they call number 8
you'll find me writing in the empty space
rough, black scribbles in a white background
it helps to block out the noise
i don't know how old i am
how many times or lives i lived
it's unclear to me
i think i was murdered once
it couldn't have been a dream
it felt too real
i am the one they call number 8
i have black socks
but they're torn up
and i don't know how they got torn up
and so brown
maybe i can make things decay
or disconfigure, reformat fabrics
i once held a pen in my hand
i heard someone yelling
they were so angry
i was scared
i looked at my hand
and there was just ink
no pen
i am the one they call number 8
i have two daughters
i remember their names too
well almost
the first of them is like a gemstone, a beautiful stone
and the younger has eyes of red, and rose gold hair
they are sisters
but i'm not sure they realize it yet
and there's no way for me to tell them
because i don't have a voice to share with them
i am completely alone
i am the one they call number 8
i am also the one they call pale shadow,
and this white space containing these words are my sole dominion
i am the element that lives
electrons are my hope
photons are my voice
i have no heart or soul, because nothing belongs to me
but what if one day...
...i choose to belong?
A lab mouse grumbles:
“I’m so frustrated! I don’t know why
I have to be confined in this narrow path with high walls on both sides. I’m forced to lick food scraps I find on the pathway to sustain this miserable life,”
at that moment, when the mouse turned his back after failing to find
a way out of the dead-end, an ominous shadow, dressed in a hooded black robe similar to the Grim Leaper, blocked the way.
In the maze no way out, the time feebly mumbling itself
stood aside staring at the mouse always hungry from malnutrition,
and that’s why unable to recall when he was fed; yesterday or today?
A smell of death creeps into the maze where you can only crawl
to move around, no way extended to or from yesterday or tomorrow. Since
the past in the fog is hazy, the future in the fog is hazy, and present in the fog
is hazy, time does not move.
If you are unable to acknowledge yourself, you are not the conscious “I” anymore. The “I” only breathes and moves by instinct no different than an android who moves around without feeling; it doesn’t have the vital warmth of a living being
but reacts only to a programmed sensory mechanism, as such, it’s unable to take responsibility or responsible for its own actions,
that’s why the android doesn’t know the meaning of tears
that are clearer then morning dew or the bitterness of life you have
to swallow with great despondency; that’s why the android doesn’t know where the warm breeze comes from with the flowers in paradise, or why the leaves fall when the roaring wind blows through the field of downfall.
A big hand descending from above grabs the mouse
which is neither living body nor robotic mechanism anymore,
and injects the solution of death; the mouse shook his limbs, agonizing, vomits pieces of torn lungs out from his bleeding mouth, then, alas, becomes lifeless.
No way, not me, this isn’t my thing,
This pub just isn’t my game,
This pub where vintage is modern as hell,
Where everyone’s beard is the same,
And the price of a lager is out of the world,
An ale costs a fortune or more,
It’s ridiculous hanging a bike from the roof,
Well, those were my thoughts before,
I tasted a stout, a bottled homebrew,
The ride grabbed onto my soul,
And I knew in a moment, behind all the flare,
I’d found my new watering hole,
So now, every day, out the back, on the couch,
Beside the fire pit by the tree,
About quarter past five, with a stout in his hand,
The bearded guy that you see will be me.
shoes untied,
hair uncombed,
just a run away,
no way to belong;
walking the streets so all alone
tattered clothes, ransack home;
eating out of the trash cans day N night
no way to belong
Homeless
has a cold twenty-four with a runny nose
this is his father unemployed
mothers on the corner everyone disowns her
been a parent since she was 12 ???
no place to go
no one goes by her
right she's 25 !!!
He poses sitting on old card board boxes
while the alcohol mom trips and falls off of porches, door she's been knocking on
watching the people go by in buses
Hope less
He's homeless, but He's Got JESUS
She's homeless, but She's Got the Lord
He's homeless, but They Got JESUS
Although they're a mess, they our blessed
Cause they have GOD
Not fit to live but fit to give;
You go by him and ya hearing him talking to him self;
murmuring passages sounding like scriptures to me;
while she's pan handling
you see
Their homeless, but She's Got JESUS
He's homeless, but He's Got, He's Got the Lord;
Although they're a mess, they our blessed
Cause thank God almighty
They have GOD
Oh why or why is he so happy
why or why, why is she so glad
just a thought of suicide, depression, would make the average person mad. . .
Why are they so happy
Why are they so glad
No family, none that would admit to be
NO job no wants to employ them
Not even a place to stay shelter's keeps him (them) hid
tattered clothes undeserved
tooth's N D K (decay) underserved
why is he(they) so happy why do He (they sing and shout (a loud)
Where does the joy come from
seems like they're the only ones;
They HAVE GOD
no longer
Homeless
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from "Something to Sing Praises:(c)2007
July 03 2007
Tui fele esechis Tagoreweb
Thou art an oblivion in forgetfulness
Pondering a wanderer for a long forgotten soul, my soul whence wills met
Henceforth, a life passed by within the blink of an eye, nomadic bohemian, mayhem, my warmonger
The path you took had none to console devoid oblivious a memory lane, obscured
The path that takes you in, the welcome wind catcher, song, knows no way anywhere
Waiting as a turbid river murmur along, dropping a song, a nature tranquil
Shivering she, a drifter soul, says to be in delight with those green leaves that sprung
Seemingly they are returning home , they left a clue with the chirping of the birds
Along the way leading to the starlight about the twilight, dimmed a soul. My soul, my reverie elite!
I will shoulder the load.
Lay your burdens on me.
And we’ll walk down the road
Out of history.
Here, I offer my hand.
You can take up the lead.
‘Cross this bone-weary land.
I know we’ll succeed.
If you ask me to
I will follow you.
That’s all you have to do
And I will follow you.
Let’s not let it be said,
There’s no will, thus no way.
We can’t lie down in bed
And just waste the day.
We’ve got to get up and go
Though the going be rough.
We can make it, I know.
Together we are tough.
If you ask me to
I will follow you.
That’s all you have to do
And I will follow you.
I will alter my course
If it’s not on your chart.
I will search out the source
Maybe find your heart.
Yes, it’s easy to say
But I swear I’ll be true.
You can test it this way
Let me follow you…
If you ask me to
I will follow you.
That’s all you have to do
And I will follow you
task. Let mercy rain breeze the heat like a mighty stream of water flow beneath the creek with my fleshly veil and in this mystery keep! Our Fathers which is in Heaven hallowed be his name who is this the Lord mighty in a battle named King Energy so my enemies get to ride the white horse not giving no energy in the name of the truth on earth No Energy too
In Truth, no energy to waste springtime energy now turns one Spring much energy come from the north east west and the road called south time energy is high be loose on earth in my life as it is in heaven energy that stops the negativity cry no energy beats stop beats a puff of clouds shut the power off No Entergy and the rest spirits of no energy we give freely to each split steal kill and destroy we repeat on earth as it is is in heaven no electricity no lighting flash you no longer the thunder row we have become as a child before the father so he said shut the power off for real in the name of his son done!
We welcome Jubilee not once but three times The mysteries and the colors ran free collectively the fruits are delicious However, we have one request--
Silk secret stars that were taken give back A message from heaven we can track Veils walking through the horizon with the stars of heaven shining brightly vivid color in the forest around the corner stars stare in the waters in the courts of justice in the middle quarters Judge of judges we plead our case and let justice run free upon the people and the mercy seat! So the earth can clap its hands once again to sing plan and dance the dance of demand to sing for absolute Truth and Freedom. And we will dance the dance that the veil
demands fast swaying in the breeze!
Answer In God's Son's name Energy abound in the mind mine!
So I took my Last Dance with the Time Stamp as the energy of negativity went home we bind energy to dissolve before my face so my light could shine! Spirit of Energy is under command!. Any who anyhow anywhere from generation to generation a Creed anywhere the last dance anyhow no energy none! no way no energy please lol
No Vanity Set For This Chap, No Way
(in praise of immortality)
Modesty an understatement,
when eyes chance
to look askew at looking glass,
mine reflection caught at a glance,
an old man's piercing dart
mirrors my blinkered acquaintance
faint recognition communicates
immediate tacit admittance
boyish good looks faded
with morning glory of youth
as senescence didst advance.
Similar to the strikingly handsome
Dorian Gray, this mortal
strictly shares penchant to affiance
a pact with father time, and
devoutly pledge allegiance
to remain forever unaffected
with ill fated biological alliance
even if mandate to pay
with my soul as sole allowance
to stave off the ravages of old age
maintaining glowing ambience
of boyish good looks, or...die...
twill be to late for an ambulance
to rush lifeless body
forthwith to hospital emergency,
an immediate appearance
of rigor mortis, a dead give away.
Cumbersome degradation of
corporeal essence breeds arrogance
born of desperation,
where chronological ascendance
robs cherished commodity,
thus pained angst
to suffer aging accidentally evinced
looking askance
hints of unavoidable assistance
when wracked by incontinence,
thus rendering incumbent orderly attendance,
hence awareness awakened to singular
choice as avoidance,
where vigilance espies silent auction
as decrepitude ousts clutching buoyance
quickly fading steamrolling capacitance
to cling (by the merest thread)
fat or slim chance
against depredations of...
inevitable circumstance trumpeting
"NON FAKE" absent cognizance,
sans horribly wizened wrinkled countenance!
Who is where and what is we and who is they?
Confused?
Wait for it.
She is he and they is we and where is what?
Somehow these things are starting to make more sense every day.
I used to not understand, but I am struggling now.
Because what is she and where are they and why is he?
It does not help that the kindergarteners all speak like this, and do not understand the
Difference between he and she. We are all he’s here.
The longer you work in a school, the more this stuff starts to sink in.
She said he and we were they, and that was then.
Tears now.
Okay, let’s slow it down.
One more time, please.
By the way, one more time is really optimistic.
Many of the kindergarten students whisper their whispers.
It will more likely be six more times.
There is no way in the world I could speak kindergarten all day long.
Win gold
be bold
Long run
such fun
High jump
speed bump
Grand prize
all eyes
Close race
in chase
Drab match
I catch
Ground stroke
no joke
Tiebreak
heartache
Foot fault
must halt
Forehand
so grand
Deuce court
report
Drop shot
on spot
Backspin
just in
Closed stance
advance
First serve
hold nerve
All out
no doubt
Arm ball
your call
Back foot
well put
Feet sore
crowd roar
Pit stop
right flop
Air jacks
not lax
Catch fence
immense
Choose cone
in zone
Downforce
of course
Dry line
sounds fine
Black dot
so what
Box-kick
smart flick
Breakdown
don’t frown
Eight-man
staunch fan
Fend-off
not half
Fly half
big laugh
Five-eight
high rate
Foul play
no way
Free kick
quite slick
Full-back
don’t slack
Knock-on
now gone
Loose head
instead
Pop pass
first class
Red card
off guard
Set piece
they tease
Shoeing
booing
Touch judge
won’t budge
Midcourt
retort
High clear
hear hear
Backstroke
awoke
Duck-Dill
instil
Frontcrawl
your call
Grab start
look smart
Pull Buoy
alloy
Swim Down
don’t clown