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Therapy session 4
In the profound darkness of a frigid night, I can hear his labored breathing. He appeared to be worn out yesterday. Today, I find myself fatigued by the wounds of love, exhausted by my inability to trust in this concept we call love completely
. Love is meant to be gentle; love is meant to be forgiving. While he longs to cuddle, I simply desire to rest. Inspiration for a poem strikes me unexpectedly, often during the most mundane moments.
I cherish his smile; I enjoy the sensation of his rough, unshaven stubble against my skin. As I write, I continually reinvent myself—Joy Harjo. Yet, with each word,
I also remember the struggles and painful moments I’ve encountered. I think back to betrayal—Annie Lander.
It wasn't merely infidelity; it was the haunting vision of my partner engaging intimately with others, eliciting their cries.
My restless thoughts persist in posing questions that elude answers. Still, I have sought divine protection for my well-being. May my fears transform into verses that help me grasp why the most agonizing experience on this earth is to love a man.
“Sometimes, giving all of your love isn't much to save a good soul; it demands soul for a soul as fair payment.” — Gurusharan Singh
August 1 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 48-50
Key Verse – Jeremiah 48:31 Behold, I am against thee, O thou most proud, saith the Lord GOD of hosts: for thy day is come, the time that I will visit thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY PRIDE CONFOUNDER
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who keeps me in Your protection
Thank You for saving me against transgressions’ corruption
As well as from wicked curses and deceit-causing dysfunction
For me to overcome iniquity’s affliction.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who props me through Your grace
Thank You for freeing me against suffocation of selfishness’ embrace
As well as from shameful imprisonment brought by fleshly race
For me to stay in Your perfectly designed plan, devoid of faulty trace.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who sanctifies me by Your righteousness
Thank You for guarding me against wallowing in derision’s filthiness
As well as from fatal blow of arrogance and loftiness
For me to repent, confessing to You my haughtiness.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who fences me around Your security
Thank You for driving me against running after vanity
As well as from humanistic counsel and intellectual fallibility
For me to seek always Your wisdom’s authority.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who preserves me in Your care
Thank You for shielding me against adversary’s persecuting stare
As well as from despicable foes and discouraging despair
For me to conquer fear while Your Gospel I share.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who forgives me along Your holiness-might
Thank You for purging me against devouring sin-blight
As well as from fruitlessness and dryness of carnality’s struggling plight
For me to humble myself before, instructed by Your truth-light.
Lord God, You are my pride Confounder
Who seals me with Your love’s settlement
Thank You for upholding me against oppressions of worldly allurement
As well as from tormenting anguish and vexation of sheer self-fulfillment
For me to serve You along faith’s empowerment.
August 1, 2023
In life, we are all accountable
For our own actions
Nobody ever expects
A lie is a good thing
As lie is lying one not need
Ask themselves why
At what point did you decide
It was ok to try
Knowing the integrity that lives
In a guy like me
We both know it interrupts loves flow
It's one of the worst kind of sins
That stops us both from a win
Because in life
We begin with our word
If we don't honor it
Then it creates infection
That breeds rejection
And takes all the protection
Rather then hatch the affection
That leads us in a whole new direction
Instead of creating
This false perception
From that kind of deception
To say that you
Didn't mean it that way
Is to tell another lie
Trust me I would rather die
Then live with anyone
That felt they had to lie
Rather than the truth
That allows us to fly so high
That is why I have to accept
That you don't understand
What I had planned
To live our life full of mystery
Just the way life should be
With a woman like you
To honor me
As our word is all we need
Without it then
None of it means anything
Because you steal the magic
Between you and me
That made it possible
To be open and free
This would allow our love to grow
Without wondering what we don't know
Instead of how I feel
Like none of it was real
You broke the seal
Of our very special deal
Now I see no destiny
For you being with me
The way I planned for you to be
I want to hear your voice
Not by will but by choice
I seek your guidance
For on you alone is where
I place my reliance,
Alliance, radical defiance.
I want to hear your voice
Above all voices that ever pieced
My ear I seek your final word what
Is it your declare?
I wish to hear your voice
To calm the turmoil of inner
dialogue and rumination.
I want to hear your voice,
the divine melody that guides my footsteps
Your words are the calm to all storms
Protection from external devastation.
I want to hear your voice
A light house and beacon
among all dark forces that
may come against me.
I want to hear your voice, the gentle thunder
that awakens my soul from slumber,
I want to hear your voice calling me to purpose beyond the noise of this world.
I want to hear your voice, the sacred song that resonates
in the silence of my heart,
I want to hear your voice reminding me I am never alone,
That within your words I find my true home
Burns
Stuck in the throat
Choking burns
Searing from the inside out
Always returning
Always churning
Swallowing fire
Swords with no edge
Licking with damage
Blackening from the inside
A cancerous trap
Always made alive
Built to take away the pain
The flame of fame
Burns
Something caused this fiery reign
A handsome, showy shield
With no protection
Just an empty mask reflection
Leading to the grave
Croaking like a frog
Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog
Caught in a gulp
Inhalation is a war—
A war for more!
Breathe out
Keep swallowing
Panic
There shines the manic
In all its glory
Watch as it slowly
Burns
Words do nothing but feed the fire
The fame grows evermore
Opinions cry and never tire
Gesturing for more
Festering for more
Burning for more
Dying for more
Capsizing the Costa Concordia
Divers wreathe silently through
the submerged corridors of a
140,000-ton wreck. Little fish
dark haphazardly through
the juxtaposition of tilted ballroom,
granite bars fixed in place.
Black waters lit green by headlamps
provide a surreal spotlight
for a loveseat drifting by
A vase of Chinese dollar plants poised delicately
on a marble counter.
Across the underwater tomb,
toppled chairs, tumbled together,
wait patiently to be repositioned
outside the dance floor.
There was nothing graceful about the dramatic demise
of this giantess,
listing to her death.
She was fatally wounded, being coaxed
too closely to the coast.
A hidden reef stood ground to gore
a 70ft gash, portside.
There was the moaning of mangled metal,
the shrieking of splitting steel,
as dark torrents were unleashed into her belly,
extinguishing her light.
“Go back to your cabins!”
and corridors flooded
“Go back to your cabins!”
and pumps failed.
“Captain! The passengers are making their own way to the lifeboats!”
echoes pointlessly through the abandoned bridge.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
The Coast Guard thunders across dark waters
and the captain is stealing into his own lifeboat
to listen from the safety of shore.
Listening to the chaos,
interrupted by the agonized silence of passengers
too terrified to scream.
They hold their breath and try to calm each other
in the absence of authority.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
But it’s dark, he pleads, and I can’t see anything...
A rope ladder is flung over the bow,
drowning passengers slinging, and
crawling crablike to Coast Guard boats
as the ship sinks to her side,
gripping 37 passengers in a horrifying embrace.
Scuba clad stewards of the dead
open the possessive clutch
of an atrium elevator
to extract bodies
protectively closed and sealed
in a grisly pantomime of protection.
The remains of the deceased
are floated to the light
to break the surface one last time.
The Costa Concordia shudders heavily,
sliding into her death repose.
I'm entitled to overcome these waves of emotions
But, come on - they run into me
I wander off from the crowd of mere commotions
I rock on till the break of dawn...
I'm in chains - how can I flee?
How can I be set free?
How can I be sinless when I was sinning all my life?
Possibly, I'm going nuts over my past
The future is zipping by awfully fast
Frankly, I don't really care what you say anymore
You have been hurting me to the core
I need protection from God's Holy Spirit
Demons of my mind threw me into the darksome pit
I rock on till the break of dawn...
I'm in chains - how can I flee?
How can I be set free?
How can I be sinless when I was sinning all my life?
Possibly, I'm going nuts over my past
The future is zipping by awfully fast
Angels of God - where art thou? Thou? Thou?
Was I suppose to grow like a handsome flower?
I amaze myself in many ways - wow...wow...
Depression lingers in my mind every hour
I rock on till the break of dawn...
I'm in chains - how can I flee?
How can I be set free?
How can I be sinless when I was sinning all my life?
Possibly, I'm going nuts over my past
The future is zipping by awfully fast
I'm entitled to overcome these waves of emotions
They torture me so...so...much...
I'm sick and tired of hearing endless commotions
I need God's hand to...to...touch...
My own heart...
Mend me - I'm breaking apart...
God's Holy spirit surrounds me
But, soon it will enter through me...
But, until then, I shall keep fighting with my might
To find the light at the end of the tunnel...I keep tryin'
God's light is far from sight...tonight...
These bittersweet farewells don't cure a broken heart like mine
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Where...have...you...been?
They sell human meat at the butcher shop, and nobody is batting an eye!
They sell a popular item that is quite the delicacy for half of the global
population:
It’s not beef.
It’s not pork.
It’s not poultry.
It’s not fish.
It’s women.
The men that work behind the counter clean and butcher them to their
heart’s content.
Too much fat.
Too lean.
Too many servings.
Some desire beef, some desire veal.
The customers grab their shopping carts as if there’s an all-day buy
one-get-one-free sale, splurging on slice after slice. Wrapped up in
plastic, ready to be opened for consumption.
“But this one has some bites in it!” one customer gasps.
“This one has never been eaten!” another customer sneers.
Both products are thrown in the garbage, inevitably ready to compose.
The men abhor the vegetarians that protest in the streets, proclaiming
freedom and safety for the cows, pigs, chickens, and fish.
“These animals had lives, ample with opportunities and talents! Full of
beauty, inside and out!” they shout, signs up high.
Some of the men spit on their shoes.
Some of them push the protestors to the ground and kick them black
and blue.
Some of them perceive them as the animals, wolfing them down and
hushing their yelps.
The protestors have fallen into an infinite dark pit of hell along with the
animals, punished for crimes they did not commit.
Not only did the men toss them into these holes and they fell into these
holes, they also all were holes themselves.
The men are holes void of morality and compassion, roots once full of
blooming flowers of joviality and innocence now rotting and barely
holding them together.
The animals are vast, deep holes full of talents, passions, and emotions,
but to the men, they are just holes for pleasure.
The checkout line that was once a place for the transaction of chivalry,
honor, admiration, and protection is now an inferno of fiery lust,
selfishness, greed, and cataclysm.
STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement,
specially that of common domestic
farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering
~
Excrement, especially that of common domestic
Droppings, stepping in and on that stuff
muck droppings dung compost
guano ordure excrement
cowpats cow chips cowplop maul mulch
horse apples, buffalo chips, meadow muffins, dressing humus
Peat top-dressing enricher potash marl nourishment
~
ooH! toad juice, bone meal,
peat moss bonemeal fishmeal blood, fish, and bone
La dung ordure
Excreta scat poop dropping waste slops
Odor soil poo dirt turd guano feculence
Egesta doo doody log ejecta ejectamenta doo-doo
Night soil faecal matter, boo-boo, droppings, muck stool
~
Defecation excretion stools fecal matter mess turds waste matter discharge
That jusz ain't cool
Caca body waste secretion, cack motion whoopsies, filth kak
Cowpats sewage doings jobbies evacuation number two
Urined cowplop, black water fertiliser, cow chips, meadow muffin cow pies horse apples go to the bathroom
~
BM flux, jobbie pooh, whoopsie jakes bowel movement, chips perspiration Creatinine sullage sweat big jobs bodily waste
Deuce compost slurry gobar animal excrement pigeon droppings poo-poo
Protective covering mulch bark compost covering insulation leaves
Organic matter peat plastic sheeting protection litter straw
Babies dirty diapers mommie Bobbie made a poo-poo
9/7/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Don’t take this personal is what they always say
But how can I not when you say it that way
Jokes you may play, but consider me before you comment inconsiderately
Negativity can have an effect on me permanently
Harm me mentally, the only protection are beliefs spiritually
Physically, I know I’m not perfect
My mind not the smartest, no intelligence in every circuit
But my heart is pure, true, and so very fair
Throughout this bottomless pit of my soul, oh so rare
Therefore, I must beware, of the many evils of this time
Everyone forever plotting, trying to change this life of mine
Never will I find, someone who loves me for me
For some reason the outside is all that hey seem to see
Ever will there be, a time I feel content
But it seems unhappiness is a trait I can’t prevent
Many nights I’ve dreamt, that I had a total different mind-frame
Where I never was upset, never did I feel ashamed
For my emotions, no one to blame, only myself at fault
My life has caught, in the jar of Satan himself
The only escapement of this torture seems to be death
Will I ever outgrow my sensitivity, not be so frail
Or will I ever be trapped in this prison, locked inside my own jail?