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I am not my face
Aw, she's so pretty and filled with desires. Just to look at her take some higher to a place, beyond her face. imagine Nations running wild, mental slip forgetting that she’s still a child
The thoughts in their heads go beyond wow. how could one get those thoughts from just an innocent smile not caring if the brains are there. Some rather her head we feel with hot air but she's wanting them to stop and wait, get to know me take me on a date. her looking forward to all types of adventures and thrills. Not even knowing he doesn't have Netflix and he doesn’t want to chill. Only once to chill just for one night getting to know her is far from his sight. All he sees is the things in his head while she’s oblivious to the fact of what he imagines she do in bed. It's sad he Could never save her grace only if she knew to say, I am not my face.
Our humanity bleeds, but not our acceptance.
Surrender to this world’s system, no not me,
Try as I may to recover,
I remain as I am, my dignity tucked neatly away in my pants.
All honor lost, my voice to speak out, hushed by them.
Respect you say who’s your or mine?
I can speak out you say, only if I say your words
Of my own choosing!
So I bleed, I bleed because of humanity, or was it acceptance?
Is it not the same, aint that a shame.
My humanity bleeds, because of my lack of acceptance
I surrender to the world’s system, not my own.
I tried to recover, but I became just another number in the system.
I lost my voice, I lost all respect so now I just bleed,
Of my own, but I still bleed.
Don’t we all for humanity still bleed.
She is a Pacific ocean
Tranquil from outside
tumultuous from with in
Shallow it seems from the surface
But deep, very deep it descends...
And what things it carry inside
Lively Coral reefs
And Volcanoes
Ready to errupt...
A world that can never be uncovered...
She is a cloud
Floating on air waves
Struggling to find a place
Where she shall shower all her gems
And those won't go wasted
But will reborn the dead soil
And the sleepy seeds
So precious, so full of potentials...!
And yet she is a butterfly
But with the heart of an Eagle
Standing like a mountain
Against the Tsunamis
That rise even with pebbles, when thrown in the sea
Fragile yet very strong...
Emotional but Taciturn...
She is a Moon
With different phases
That come out to roam every night
To enlight the valleys
To listen to the untold stories
And go back in the morning to burry them....
She is light, she is beauty
A food for thought, a key to imaginations
And there she is, a flower
Scared of taking hands of her face
For she will be cut, put in vase and eventually thrown away
Does fate has this in store for roses?
She exists but she does not
Like stars on a full moon night
She is there... Yet invisible..!
She lives, but mostly in silence...!!
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Like the Pacific ocean she may look cool
But her heart and mind are like a bomb
Loaded with wild imaginations and deep emotions
Her heart finds solace in the stories of teleportation
Fragile and delicate like a butterfly
Yet strong like the mountains that stand high
She stays silent like the shy Moon in june
Though a 'Stream of consciousness' follows every tune
Afraid of people and the touch of time
But yearns to be worthy and bloom in her prime
She is beauty, only for the seeing eyes
And a food for thought but only if one realize
Shirley Hawkins is a beautiful human
Interesting, wise and clever
Humble and unassuming
In her poetic endeavours
She cares deeply about world affairs
Injustice and its wrongs
Secure in speaking her mind
Assured and strong
What I love most about Shirley
Is her humour and sharp wit
A humorous attitude to ageing and life
Which shines bright with joy that transmits
So, l am popping around to Shirleys place
Picking up Gershon on the way
To have cuppa and chat
And laugh the day away
You are very welcome to join us
But only If you enjoy laughter and fun
Negative Nellies and Nasty Normans
“NOT” Welcome!
For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God
And it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved
Only if only if I just believe
Believe in my heart
Only if I just believe, believe in my heart
That Jesus is Lord, Jesus is Lord of all
He is the greatest hope, for the greater good
And He loves and died for us (all)
For its believing in our heart of hearts
That Jesus is the Son of God
And He has, He can save us all from ourselves
Save us all from ourselves
For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God
And it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved
For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved
Oh, it's only by believing in our hearts that we are made right with God and it is by
Openly declaring our faith that we are save, we are saved
We our saved
We our saved
We our saved
Forever and always Hallelujah
We our saved
We our saved
We our saved
Romans 10:10
Hallelujah
2/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Everyday I have lunch
With a pink hippopotamus
The menus always the same
Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches
Oh, and Diet Cherry Coke
Cause he likes the way it tickles his throat
His friends sometimes stop by
To join the both of us
Hippopotami
If you're talking more than one of us
Or Hippo for short
If you're not into funny sounding words
Sometimes after lunch
Me and my friend the pink Hippopotamus
Like to take a drive
To the beach in his Minibus
He loves to catch the rays
Plus hang ten on a few waves
If you ever care for lunch
Feel free to join me and my Hippopotamus
But only if you like
Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches
Because it's all that he will eat
Which is fine by me
Makes for easy cooking and cleaning
Five hundred years ago, a young man wrote a poem titled "If" addressed to his girlfriend -- his first and last.
It reads,
"If I can write a word
and make this word my world
I will start with the first letter
of your name and tell the World
If I can create a cord
and make this cord my word
I will recite a litany
and make this testimony my destiny
If I can paint a picture
and make this picture my biography
I will color it with the same shade
that ends with your name and calligraphy
Only if I can have you alone
I will build a home that will sing
and sound your tone
If I can draw a line
and make this line my love story
I will stroke a circle to keep you warm
and safe inside my sanctuary..."
Everything
Everything
O everything is waiting for you.
David White said.
But lost is me
In meaningless many.
All existence is waiting for me
But what if all where and nowhere I be?
Lost in waiting, waiting on the bank:
A boat will come from the opposite bank
And I’ll reach where I want to.
Instead of such vain wish
And prayer,
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Till late evening of life,
Why don’t I search
And collect sea shells,
Why not I build castles in sand,
Listen to the songs of sea birds,
Talk to the sun till it sets,
Enjoy Nature’s painting in the sky,
And do whatso I intend
To do with all of me present?
All I need to learn and do is:
Snap out from yesterday,
Snap out from tomorrow,
Log in now of today.
Life is not an old habit.
It’s all new every moment
Wherein a possibility
Might be waiting to unfold.
If and only if
I’m there to welcome it all alive.
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Musings | 33.01.2026 | life, tomorrow, today, yesterday, free verse
To the single woman
There is a right man
A man who’s not perfect
One who you can walk with
One whose mouth you can acknowledge
If he’s fallen yet he’s quick to repent and git back up
Never crawling for all those sins he’s done
There’s a man just one man
Who will stand and walk with you
He will walk with God
Stand with the Father
He’ll be your shield
He’ll appeal your worldly matters
There is a right
A righteousness one
There is a right one
Just one righteousness man
Turn around, look up now down
He’s on his way, stay in prayer
He’s almost here
Only if you really waiting for him to walk-in
Hush! Quiet turn around
There he is
1/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Only if I allow you-how to find the answer
we must enter a trance first.
Run backwards in circles and sing that one song and dance.
That they speak of through speakers that pierce through virgin ears.
You are sure you know who you personally refer to as them.
He is me and you are him.
Together we form the Ironic 3.
Why not?
So it is and so it shall be.
So we shall from this point forward be known as Ironic Inc.
I like that name better…
If a copywriter is pending or already taken,
with the powers of the We; they are going two--willingly…
Hand it over…
In my dreams I sleep so I'm subconscious
I might not remember.
Sometimes my dreams last from late May to early September.
Tall tells of tall fellows and larger than life animals.
Too big for the people, these characters are almost unbelievable.
We the Ironic Zinc, (thanks auto correct) we are now the Ironic Zinc.
We are the real deal without limitations that hold us complacent.
We simply just don't live in that part of the country enough, suitable for basements.
Just trying to get by we scrap to pay rent.
Some of us even live in a tent.
Others are left to wander without shelter, to where ever is desirable to their particulate-clever…?
-Ironic Zinc 4-5-15