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Off a righteous God America stop the persecutions
We are due out love from you; Stop the profiles
And stand in our shoes and skin for a while, now, How would you feel now?
Situations where people acted as if they were suspicious of you, Because of your race, wow!
Black America far less likely than whites to give police high marks
For the way they do their jobs, now
General public views fatal encounters between black people and police very differently whew!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Public calls such incidents signs of broader problems
Racist yeah, yeah our good White brothers and sisters and White Christians hate this
Some of our white brothers and sisters if it’s not there brood or kindred folks there’s no problem
Watch out it’s…Most of the white Latino officers
Say fatal encounters tween blacks and police are isolated incidents
Majority of black officers disagree, this base on facts No philosophy
Demonstrations over the deaths of blacks, Encounters with law enforcement
Were motivated to great extends by anti-police bias, what
Now instilled America since freedom years
They still denounce and hide this, a black man who dies by a gun
Is most portrayed as righteous dangerous boy walking away on the run
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
2016 THAT RELATIONS TIXT/TWEEN POICE IN THERE DEPARTMENT BLACKS IN THE COMMUNITY EXCELLENT Yeah this is what they said
Overwhelming majority of police officers 86% said high profile fatal encounters has made their jobs harder and yet these killings have taken away many husbands children’s fathers, uncles, cousins and brothers
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Heighted tension between these illuminated colored fends
Left many offices reluctant to use force when appropriated
Questions people who seemed suspicious WHAT!!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
8/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
There are people in your life who will help to make you strong.
The ones that are dead weight, well they simply don’t belong.
We are entitled to our rights, never take it on the chin.
It might be time to clean that porch, so let the sweeping now begin.
Ignorance can be bliss, if you’re not the one who’s under fire.
Color should never matter, nor should your sexual desire.
If you choose to harm my child, in my heart you will be dead.
That is my final answer, I’ve already made my bed.
My youngest son is gay and he makes me very proud!
I’ll stand on any rooftop and shout that very loud.
If you judge a person by their character and the content of their heart.
There would never be a line to draw that keeps us all apart.
I love this brave young man who is my youngest son.
He is the brother of my oldest boy and they’ve kept us on the run.
I couldn’t be any prouder, of the men they are today.
I love you both with all my heart and it will always be that way!
From one film to the other, your creative styles,
Rebels joined, save a world, then you, sacrificed a girl,
Online programmers that you had caused their riles,
Mr. Santino wanted New York as part of his world,
New bodies agents inhabit, mafia's list, you've been added,
Earned right to learn 'new school', while brother played you for a fool,
Oracle knew that you're the one, as bodies piled while on the run,
Trinity loved you, that you knew, with a price on your head, all wanted you,
Only machines rule off humans' body heat, get Santino, so to be complete,
Just when things weren't cooling down, Cassian searched all over town,
Of the agents, leader wanted to get ahead, on the train, he wanted John dead,
His team want to rescue their own, Cassian he warned, or he wont be around,
Neo wanted to go alone, instead, but Winston told John, "Not here", he said,
World saw the light, Neo did the trick, John didn't have it, he must split quick,
In rousing dance, chants, people are one, eyes o'er shoulders, he's on the run,
Can Neo have a new machines flick, more dinner reservations, 3rd John Wick,
Keanu's versatile--better to none, persona and lifestyle, simply being #1.
~~Born 09/02/1964, Beirut, Lebanon, mother English, from Essex, UK, dad American, from Hawaii, mixed race with Native Hawaiian lineage~~
“There is…another…Skywalker”
Though she’s not a Jedi Knight
The force is strong in her
She fights darkness with the light
A woman unafraid of danger
Princess Leia is her name
The kingdom is at stake
She’s out to win this game
She has wit, charm and beauty
A treat for Jabba the Hut
She kills that slimy sick beast
Will not sink down into smut
She wins the heart of Solo
Handsome rebel on the run
He brings to life her feelings
For his smile rivals the sun
She fears her evil father
But her brother knows how to save
For he is a Jedi knight
The force in him makes him brave
Star Wars is NOT a movie
That you view on some grand screen
It is not merely fiction
Thought up in someone’s daydream
There IS a mighty battle
That is fought out every day
The good tries to win the fight
The bad tries to have full sway
The “FORCE” is ever present
To give strength to overcome
Sure victory is in sight
Won by the only true SON
We all can be Skywalkers
Every day we can decide
To join forces with the good
And to shun the evil side
So, be brave and strong of heart
The saber is yours today
Go in with a rebel yell
FIGHT in the galactic play!
For Star Wars Contest
By Poet Destroyer
August 20, 2013
Relationships start off like oh so right
Making love damn near every single night
Dancing, the movies, going out bowling
Cracking so many jokes, I'm on the floor rolling
Rolling with smiles and oh such laughter
You were what I thought was my forever after
Everyone knew that it was just us two
The vibes and love between us just grew
Grew so strong, but then it all went wrong
Here comes the nagging, the bickering and doubt
Along with the lies, the hanging and sleeping out
Who are these other girls calling yo phone
Dem' girls don't know, they better leave you alone
But I don't just blame them, it's yo fault too
Cause cheatin' with them was somethin' you chose to do
Arguing and fussing, raising yo voice and cussing
Words were said out of frustration
I took those words into consideration
What happened to the smiles, the good times and fun
What happened to the Bonnie and Clyde moments on the run
What happened to our "Just Us" moments in time
Wow, how I wish I could simply press rewind
This relationship is not what I thought was meant to be
So for me to have peace of mind, I decided to be free
I knew what I had to do and as a lady, I didn't react
I knew that once I left, there would be no turning back
I didn't run, I didn't hide
I waited patiently for the sun to rise
I didn't kiss him in the end
Nor did I kiss him when this began
He walked with a swagger,
a delinquent lagger and recidivist wagger
all his schoolboy days.
Joyridin on the Pare’ bus
he’d skylark and cuss just like one of us
as was his way always.
He was undeniably cool
but did piss off at school and play the fool
from bell to ringin bell.
Widely well liked as a peer
and but for the odd jeer had nothin to fear
but many a tale to tell.
He oft sat ready in class
but mostly half ar-se and exams barely pass
and interest feign.
Almost always in a scrape
lookin to mock or ape or some dare or jape
and felt a swingin cane.
He did the flyin fox fling
and legs and arms cling on the rope swing
with collidin force.
For dear life hands hangin,
blokes fallin and clangin into bodies bangin
on the Confidence Course.
He was a hurler of eggs
and till someone begs did charlie their legs
but it was all in fun.
A water bomb he’d let fly
when he’d up on high ambush a passer-by
abscondin on the run.
He under the gym below
with his friends in tow did hide and stow
lest they all be found.
Then one guy in the loop
dived through a hoop and the rest swoop
should it fall down.
He at lunch hour stood
all dutiful and good but not as he should
policin the tuck shop.
As monitor it was his job
to calm the unruly mob but not tell or dob
suckin on his lollipop.
He climbed out on a limb
and broke into the gym lettin his friends in
loadin up the bar.
Squattin and pressin away
liftin in the weight bay till fun and horseplay
went a step too far.
He was a classroom pest
out of uniform dressed on his own quest
and always in strife.
But in his heart he knew
what he needed to do lest bedlam ensue
and his foolin run rife.
He was a master pranker,
some say a wanker but he did hanker
for somethin more.
Girls thought him sweet
and fell at his feet goin crazy for Skeet
but his spell had no cure.
Written: February 2018
Amuse me and set my spirit free
Amuse me and write a poem for me
The days are swiftly passing by and
And I have a mission to complete before
I die, the sun is moving towards the East
But the journey is not yet complete
The promise has not been kept and the
People are burden with debt.
Amuse me when my spirit is down
Amuse me when I am wandering
Around the town; amuse me when
My body is weak, amuse me when
I am crawling on my knees, the deal
Is not yet done, and heaven is on the run
If laughter could fill the empty space
And love could repair the broken bridges
I would open the door and let you in
And love would make you win
It is the unknown that scares you
And the unspoken words that torments you
Amuse me when the valley gets deep
Amuse me when the mountain is steep
Amuse me when Love walks through the door
Amuse me my soul is yearning for more
Heaps of dry bones piled up at the altar
They could not overcome the natural disaster
Dry bones lie on the cracked ground without flesh
Searching for their bodies in piles of rubbles
Disease has rocked the entire town
and bodies are scattered all around
Amuse me when the tears cannot flow
Amuse me when I have nowhere else to go
Amuse me when things go wrong, amuse
When I sing this painful song
Close all the temple doors
And move the people towards
The shore and tell them to weep no more
Amuse me before you walk through the door
The space around me gets larger everyday and the wind that sits beyond the mountain is blowing residue of hope in the air and the birds sitting on top of the tree trembles in fear.
The thistles underneath the bush waits patiently for its prey with elongated stems that stretches across the river bed, the creeping bushes surrounds the edges awaiting for midnight hour to open the door as darkness creeps upon the buoyant shore.
The space around me is infinite and when I stand in it my whole body is glued to gravity in the cockpit, with several buttons staring at me; the space become wider and the interior gets darker.
The pilot has fallen into a sudden coma and the aircraft start to wander off course but the passenger broke in and bought it back on track. I can feel the temperature rising above me and the meteorite falling from the planet above but the movement of the sun stands aloof in midair.
The earth is dining with the hidden dynasty and poking fun at the old Chinese windmill that sits on top of the hill, it has been there for many years, watching the clouds dancing with the moon, and the ships doing deep water dive.
They have a strong army that is void of reality, baked into a computer game. This is the fighting strategy for the two million military that occupy twenty percent of the global space. Computer animation streaming down your back but the bow and the arrow will cause great sorrow. I will take them down until I get the very last crown.
The space around me is enlarge, it like a submarine floating through the village at nights chasing the sharks on the other side as the water flows calmly beneath the dark.
The flickering light from the tunnel lights up the place as it circle the tunnels and chase the young lions on the run, it sets up a destination pack and seal the mouth of the tunnel after they float to the top.
There are many things around me and the small space in which I sit is surrounded with mischief but the particle of hope breaks out of the ground and engulf the entire town. In five minutes Troy was burnt to the ground spilling ashes and dust all around.
The space around me is swamped !
In needy nite
I pray the hardest,
as I walk
I am a cloud on the run,
a faceless gasp awaits
my every twist of the tongue-
it is here,
in the sun,
where we are rung,
when we are fun
and enjoyed in a lump some…
Being in heat is
such grave emotion-
such that I estrange from
just to be different,
to be alien,
in every absorbing encounter...
But the leak becomes pensive
the more I devour.
Being it monster or beast,
I define things in a shower,
because the later you start to lead,
the more you will scowl,
but at the dangerous dock,
I cower,
break nose,
and invent a stare,
doing it for the weed,
and for the pair,
family is walking and talking
but I remain out-there,
on drugs-
and totally bear.
So where to go-there?
On page, with glasses and hair?
It's 4:20 pm and I'm awake and infrared,
implosive, and scared
of catching a chair,
upside down,
with a nose and a stare-
will I or will I not be out-there?
Is the question to be impaired,
because now I have care,
for many years I have prepared-
...coming in a jump,
I am going to leap,
into the song,
and sing lead.
Memories of future events
Recollections of measures ahead
Reminiscence in fast forward
Aspirations leaping back
Projections of past reckoning
Icebergs frozen in conscience
Consciousness without borders
Recollective molten amnesia
Advanced reality looms precariously in forgone loops of oblivion
Renounced surrender pleads for reprieve in courageous defeat
A clairvoyant seeks to make sense of tea leaves still drowned
The backstage raven cusps darkened hope where none is left
Futuristic amnesia on the run is looking onto sunken imprints
Dragged feet are pegged to a ragged core of stuttering insanity
Wild wings roar raging on collision courses with roots’ firm recall
Yet the fool seeks wisdom if only for reruns of nascent madness
The black bird is caught in a trap of concerted voices in aphasia
A torn music sheet drifts down an abyss behind closed curtains
But the clouded clown’s mind refuses time's penultimate applause
Claps his bound feet and decides to enrol in imponderable cheers
21st February 2020