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All of the roads this bold rambler took
were narrow and dark; a half-moon hung very low
displaying its melancholic mood never turning mellow...
it had a perplexed glance as if it wondered how he mistook
its somberness as an anticipation to foretell sorrow,
which showed often when it appeared as a merrow...
wallowing in gleaming waves with brooding tones
that injected more fear into his strong bones!
How lost he seemed without any star, flickering from the Void,
to guide his footsteps; he often tripped and prevented
a fall with a tactic learned trekking through mountains:
when agility and strength were essential to his survival skills!
How he looked above to interact with someone he dearly loved,
who had gone beyond without a chance to say " Farewell, "
leaving many words on his tongue never spoken to dispel
how untrue her affection was whenever he sought truthfulness,
or proof that she had kept her vow as pure as her loveliness!
All of the roads that this bold rambler took
were the foreshadowing of events to come to shape his fate,
and as adverse as they would have been, he felt no immediate need to alter it
by accepting challenges and fighting off his rivals filled with implacable hate;
which antagonist force controlled his will? Did he overlook
his sensibility...was he mocked for being too honest?
Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci
KITH
I have told you who l am numerous times. But you just took me for a regular creature, all of you have failed the test of recognition; I am not all human, yet it is just the human side of me catching up to my lost soul;
My Spirit has preceded me in space, time and perception.
My daughter left me because she was my Mother:
My Kith no longer recognizes me because my
thought patterns were antagonized by the misplacement of its pattern.
My Original Kith has fallen into the depths of the human experience.
This time I came to sort out those things that held us back -
Those things that prevented you from knowing me.
I am not yet with the universal creator; Nor am I yet with total God mind -
I am only privileged to be as an interpreter of what I've experienced.
Those foul and unclean thoughts and deeds that kept me defiled will serve to enlighten so that you do not have to experience them, I have been made pure and wise, now able to rise.
I have been exalted to the Mother-Dome.
I come seeking those who want to know my reason for being, to let them experience life through my eyes.
Realization of my extraordinary existence came during a bout with celibacy when a zephyr came through my window and seductively filled me with awesome bliss.
It was then I understood the magnitude of my sex appeal that somehow,
I had always rejected.
Wanted only to be loved for merely being born.
People trying to get inside of me or as close as they could get infringingly,
they wanted to be a power over me or sup from my body or somehow.
Impregnate me with their own will.
Though as an Eagle, or a Sphinx, Oft' times I must cluck,
for they certainly do not understand my language -
"I am not just by happenstance" –
"I have happened to you" !.
I ‘vied lived to pay my debt to you. Yet, if you do not make it … in this sphere
I will call to you, and you will arise from the cinders in stages.
All who experience me as their "Mother" will hear my call - And while the earth burns and the Water dwindles; As the oxygen becomes toxic; I cannot develop gills again …
Yet, instill, I’m here for you, and all who follow my mind leaps shall come with me to new heights, and a new beginning… I cannot keep clucking around on the ground, it’s time for conscious spirits to rise and soar while speaking the language of our kith.
A toxic aroma fills the environment,
Our unjustified deaths can be prevented.
Recently I was pulled over by a cop,
Fear overcame me as I came to a stop.
The change we need is on the ledge,
Voting is how we make the change.
Communities need to work together,
Like the sun and moon for the weather.
A man is held at gun point in his driveway,
We get harassed by the badge every day.
Put the shoe on the other foot for a day,
I’d like to see you live in my skin for a day.
Our system is screwed and rigged,
Always ruling in favor of white privilege.
A window for change has arrived,
A chance for our country to thrive.
in a matter of unsurpassable projection she pulled the trigger
did not have a license to kill with her words but exclaimed
‘everything is wrong and it is entirely and exclusively your fault’
not quite so eloquently but she hit home whose home and why
no matter what the intent had been causes have consequences
‘I am not going to tell you where the faults lie find out yourself’
he should have packed his bags or hers right at that moment
but there were kids to consider and he took the wicked assault
to heart wrecked his mind and soul reasoned and felt empty
questioned quite perplexed why she had never voiced her concern
‘you would have and never will change just like your late father’
and that hurt like a missile propelled at defenceless innocence
he tried to comprehend and negotiate a path to mutual resolution
failed miserably got depressed and dug himself into a prison
with self imposed wardens of melancholy and moribund sadness
the years have passed and she now sits alone in her ivory tower
whereas he ventured on the hard journey of soothing his wounds
new wife new occupation happiness and he lived around the globe
one constant is that she could not turn the children against him
they remembered the hands on father whom they did not reject
today a poet he weaves verses meaning streams consciousness
learnt a few lessons smoothened a few edges of error and terror
did not think much about her attack for change needs forgetting
and that while she kept the money he had been set entirely free
she was right because she prevented him from changing with her
08th Augus 2020
The den in the hollow at daybreak
Ripped by the hooting owl
The owl's very last chance to hoot
And be on his nightime prowl
Liquid apricot jam now coats
Pale gray of morn's spring sky
Churned earth there from the accident
Thoughts turn to why, why, why
Could it have been prevented
Maybe a slow down and live
Only God knows the answers
And to me he chooses not to give
A bad accident in front of my home
on Saturday afternoon..It was prom
night for the high school here and
a mother was taking her daughter
to get pictures made..She ran off
the road and lost control of her car.
Both suffered injuries severe enough
to be transported to hospitals out of town.
O' Lord my Father God
In my soul songs of thanksgiving giving;
My spirit surges on keeps breathing;
On the way of my rebirth;
I cross the path, of God's righteousness;
Because you delight in me
He delivered me- You delivered me
He delivers me-You delivers me)
From the strong enemy
From those people, those things
For when they were strong over me;
God set me free;
Because you delight in me- because you delight in me
You prevented me
From falling and failing in my calamity
In the day of my calamity
It shall not ever be
For I'll will and shall be set free
Awesome is you love, you sent down from above
My Lord, my God delivered me
Because He brought me forth;
Lord you bring me forth, you brought me forth;
You are my favorite force
Unto you I geed and hear your voice, you are my holy choice
You cover me
In me there shall not be, no calamity why?
Because you delight in me
Because you delight in me
11/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
Referenced 2nd Samuel 22 :18-20
Time slips away as life does,
they give us enough clues
how to live and prosper;
many refuse the knowledge
they provide and put it aside...
is there the one who's clever?
Be aware that not living
life according to the commandments,
it's shortened it by years,
being a portent testimony of grief
to a controversial belief;
who has lived long enough
can explain their feeling
of extreme delightfulness...
instead of thinking about death!
Finding understanding is not harder than
looking for a trustworthy, humble heart
which has no greed inside, only compassion;
Has anybody found it and dispelled their distrust?
O unfair life ragefully bringing darkness upon
the glorious dreams not yet transformed into realistic visions,
these resentful thoughts are the echoes of battles not won...
ravens circling over the wounded bodies in mortal agony,
isn't the gushing of their blood a cry for imminent clemency?
Doesn't this bleak spectacle attest to Man's unmercifulness?
If a scream is prevented from exhaling the choking breath,
what could one do to escape this realm of oppressed sentiment?
Exhale twice and let it fly to where mercy abolishes the rod of torment,
where humans arent' as cruel as Seth, the merciless god of death!
waiting to retreat
enduring
then turning courage
in a
moment
of change
to bravery
no longer deceived
truth
replaces remorse
rooted
& blessed
by reason
riding the tide
across
the evening
into night
grief prevented
innocence deserted
the positive
rejoices
&bids farewell
estranged&
changed
survives
the revolt
uneasy sleeps
the lonely
loud
the sounds
of feelings
of alarm
in
default of loving
care
in the pursuit
of
pleasure
in the mirror
notice&belief
&discipline
quiet
elements
with gestures
of praise
to admire&observe
in wonder
designed to shield
&display
authority
in the temporal
&imbibe
the possible
secrete
the lovely
float
the concrete
into the valley
of self
to escape the threat
which beckons
in the
voice of passion
to invoke
lapsed glory
&its reward
dogma speaks aloud
concern
listens
contrives
to open
the seige ahead
with
a
tale
of joy
What If I cared more
& truly gave a damn?
Would I be in this position
That I am?
What If I loved more
& stopped thinking of me?
Could this had been prevented?
Did this have to be?
What If I listened to her
Would she have wanted to stay?
I ask myself these questions
Every single day.
What If I prayed with her?
Would God have sympathy on me?
I wonder if that's the reason
Why he set my wife free?
What If I went to church
All those Sundays I refused?
Would she still be here?
Would I be the one she'd choose?
What If I cared more about
What she thought & her feelings?
My behavior over these past 10 years
Have been eye-opening & revealing.
I didn't care.
I didn't try.
I didn't love.
There's no excuse why.
She was my blessing
To me God's greatest gift.
Now I'm left here asking myself.........What If
Strains are carefully prevented with a tangle.
Were you eager for me to return to my angle?
It restored its fiery vigor due to the treble hook.
As a result, I wiggle akin a fish in the hope of a look.
In this yet another piece, rusty tones overrule.
On a grimy patio, a rusted-out rock bewails.
Your deft touch lashed a pale face balky.
Worries that don't seem to act away quickly.
Your anile escape boots are no longer active.
There was a recent rise of a rich perspective.
A pair of delicate slippers were subtly conveyed.
It's two sizes vaster and boasts a range-wide.
The earthy angst of your cramped spine.
Waning whine faded by a support divine.
Written: October 21, 2021