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You know
There are times when I wonder
There are more times I blunder
In this grand stage, with tomorrow
I turn yesterdays page
And write another passage in my life
Another twisted attempt at sanity
Another stab at freedom
One more try at understanding
Instead of reprimanding
Plain and simple
Pure and true
Everyday is getting hard to see through
Everyday is just what it is, another day
Someone dies by another’s hand
Someone’s raped, mutilated, mugged, murdered
Ripped off, pissed on, pissed off
Sliced, diced, cut, quartered, canned and killed
Did I miss anything ?
Probably more than I care to know
Isn’t anyone bored with death yet
It’s been done, many times over
Or are we shooting for overkill
Who knows
I know that nobody cares, as long as it doesn’t affect them
How can you ignore this chaos
How can you not see this madness before you
Do you feel helpless ?
Are you helpless ?
Hopeful, hopeless, pathetic or a predator
A doer or a done over, a loser or a lifer
Look at your story and see if you want it to be told
I fear for the world and the judgment that awaits all of us
Eric (and sometimes not)
If I could go back in time,
I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates
the way I believe the stars in the night sky
guide us to a predetermined destiny.
Poorly illuminated by the moon,
leaving you to seek yourself intentionally.
Well,
I’ve learned you can throw away fate
when you make an extremist choice,
deviating against that destiny.
Like salmon in the springtime,
we kill ourselves only to respawn,
and reinvent new regret
in search of things we think we need
but already possess.
Now,
I don’t mean to come off as nihilistic or depressed,
but I’m slowly starting to stop believing in prepackaged outcomes,
and have come to the conclusion
that only children believe in soulmates.
At least I did when I was a kid.
Now I know for certain,
love only exists when it’s convenient,
and the stars, more often than not,
pick favorites.
As I wallow in my sadness lonely
I rest assured I'm longing sorely
Confused and patrol garden by dismange
Governed by the pain , relinquishing my name
Sorrow fleas like an opened faucet
Machines and passions run down the drain
Nothing matters yet I matter made of matter so I rattle
I get up out of my bed of sorrow
Put on my house shoes walk towards tomorrow
Canvassing with my eyes I see the glean in the skies beholding me
There must be a God for His painted canvas in the skies
I see the light now but happiness covers my spirit space
Now my soul in a better place
After reading His words my God, my God
After resting in his arms I am happy now
12/31/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
If I was that tear, What would I be?
Would it be of pain and sorrow or that to which is of happiness and tomorrows.
It is of the heart you find as you find life’s trails.
As to stand as such in a manner one can stand, that in there it was no room to spare.
For it comes like a drop of rain, the tear to which falls.
It is of love but that of a fall.
It is of glory as you have giving me this day.
It wasn’t a tear of pain but of joy to which had rein.
It was of a soul on high, soaring upper skies but from down deep to
which that tear drop fell at feet.
It was from a hearts love to which the tear came from an eye.
It was there I had found love that causes me to cry.
As you I remember and it came from inside.
Soaring through body and soul, finding it’s way to the tear droplet in the eye.
And there it came, what was of a love from inside.
Because there you have crossed my insides and made that of a cry.
It is there my heart cry’s with a roar and a growl, for a love never to stray.
It is a desire to love one as delicate as a rose.
As a warm mist had blown in and gave me a rose.
It was that of a taste I could smell but that of you to which caught my eye.
That of an extraordinary beauty wrapped all in silk, as I seen you shine that
which was sun shine of drips.
It was there the tear drops started as you stole away a heart.
For what was to become real love but is now your love.
It’s there the tear drops rein as it feels you near with a tug.
As my heart feels of rain, knowing you are at far.
Wanting to hold one of such love, knowing I would be fulfilled with love.
With that of my hearts love and having you to love.
It isn’t of pain but joy, but that of a tear drop that reins for
joy. As with you, I have found a tear of joy.
Like a jelly fish, I quake
It came as the biggest blow
With a volcanic outburst
That almost broke my heart into ashes
I sneeze while shivering
My mouth aches, as my ribs quiver
Do I hear you well ma?
I echoed within and aloud at once
It was 12.48am of a May 19th, 2007
“I am fed up” she threw caution into the wind
It is the signal to end a seven years sojourn
With my once loving Thuja.
Still my ears far off my mind
Was this happening to me I soliloquy?
Reality dawn on me instantly
It was the end of a reign of my Arkhaggelos
My Thuja, of the beautiful
Lovely and lively African tree
Whom I promised to hold tighter
Without withering, until we roll in the alter
Indeed, she just altered the alter promise
I wept from my very within
Tears of which was not seen outside
It was a dream shattered
Suddenly all plans seems scattered
As I refused to be flattered
By my kinsmen’s on the said matter
What a cruel world, I ponder
Why someone would shut a door of a house
We had lived for seven years
Without blinking an eye for love
I think aloud as her voice re-echoes in my mind
“Sorry, I am fed up with everything”
I took solace within
No cause advanced for shutting the door
May be, she can’t wait no more
May be, she had my love replaced in her heart
May be and may be . . .
Still wandering in a manger of no love.
I saw the owl smiling
But still looking ugly
She pretended as If all was well
At last, the owl warbled in a fusty voice
Here comes the echo of the evil omen
On this day 19th May,2007
I grudgingly took up the gauntlet
As I close the book of my dottings
My promise to Thuja wane with fury
Alayande Stephen T.
2.45am
19th May, 2007
My personal experience, indeed, a true life story.
Tears that twinkle and glitter
Flow through our cheeks that will twitter
The sorrows our eyes carries
And heart throbs with worries
Altogether we dwell
The day has come for our farewell
bit by bit watered and grown by teacher
are ready to step ahead to see the future.
All alone standing at this junction
Days gone by are not illusion
Really we are going to miss each other
have hope to meet again further..
We all walked together in one path
Our ways are deluged at this spot
Some strike the engineering bell
yet others to make patients well.
Every one has different aim
Almighty will lead you to hall of fame...
Wishing you all the very best.
Never forget prime nest..
6/26/22
Easy or difficult to see right
Got rest with ease or a struggle to sleep at night
Always rude or someone that actually treats life
Like it's precious, regardless if others will never be nice
You're in the clear or done from three strikes
A person proud to be sober or an addict still hitting the weed pipe
Another bull item worth too much or useful for a cheap price
It occurred in the dark or near the glow of streetlights
All this crap yikes
Yeah, that's life
Always out of my damn mind
Why can't I?
Stay sober, I'm always drunk and high
Rarely ever do I keep it on standby
How am I, benefiting mankind?
If I can't even remember last night
One second I'm Jekyll the next I am Hyde
Bringing out my bad side
No fool to it all, I haven't been that blind
Or in need of a flashlight
If I try, It'll be fair or a landslide
It always takes work
Every day berserk
Losing interest in wanting to stay on Earth
What's keeping me from wanting to lay in dirt?
May not see it in my eyes or face, but in my heart is pain and hurt
No matter if they consider me another lost one
Why has it often been not fun
Sought love
Got none
Will do no good to end it all with a Shotgun
Battles I've fought some
Constant problems I faced unable to walk from
Still running into brick walls
Always the pitfalls
To hell with it all
Ego deflated, why has so much time been wasted
It's still the same s***
Dang it
I'd always treat her like she is sacred
But I'm still hated and degraded
Given no time of day by women across the nation
Yet, I'd give the shirt off my back a helping hand always aided
Is this truly what I'm fated?
My eyes dilated
Endless loneliness why must I embrace this?
It was new or archaic
I already painted mosaics
Switched it up and changed quick
Instead of the basics
It’s Christmas morn at the crack of dawn
Deep snow is all around
We celebrate with peace and joy
The coming of that baby boy
So long ago to save the world
So sad that it has come unfurled
With so much evil all around
No lessons have been learnt
If only we could stop awhile
To contemplate the Christmas story
Of peace and love and joy and glory
Our beliefs are now so transitory
Take time away from all furore
Reevaluate the Christmas story
So sad that we have lost our way
But never too late or so they say
So make a difference whilst on this Earth
On Christmas day celebrate his birth
And fill your heart with love and joy
Rejoice in the birth of that baby boy
5th December 2018
Competition: A Sad Christmas
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Your soul is suffocating friend
I feel the sadness weighting you
The pain seems to be without end
My healing love cannot get through
You’ve buried hurt for far too long
A languid fester in your bones
Recalling only forlorn songs
The years have taken heavy toll
Those memories they’ll random come
And pain will boil and surface
And though you’re usually numb
Your tears well up with purpose
I witness valiant the fight
The joust as steeled emotion
That’s cloaked in armor so airtight
Is pierced with guile corrosion
Your words attempt escape and then
As grief seeps through your eyes
Please let your tears fall now my friend
Just I will hear your cries
I’ll lovingly collect your tears
And cleanse each as it falls
Let hurt come out from all those years
I’ll help you crumble that wall
Embracing you I’ll hug your soul
Your healing has begun
Unbury joy that sadness stole
My friend, I’ll be your sun.
12/08/2017
...He and a girl had gotten drunk,
and sure enough did slip outside,
both of them had been caught f-cking
in the stairs on a dorm’s north side.
The outrage brigades went crazy,
the snowflakes all just lost their sh-t,
claimed this woman couldn’t consent,
it was ‘rape,’ and he had done it!
That he himself was quite drunk too
didn’t matter that much you see,
that this woman raised no outcry
did not mean they should show mercy.
They ginned up their two-minute hate,
called him ‘sexist,’ ‘rapist’ and ‘scum,
demanded that he be fired
before he could 'hurt anyone.'
Harassed the fire department
with protests that dragged on for weeks,
spammed the city’s internet sites,
even interrupted a mayor’s speech.
And the media latched on it,
lied boldly, like they always do,
got a survivor to declared
she would not have gone if she knew.
Ed, obviously, was surprised,
but knew his team would stand by him,
yet when the politicians called
saw things were looking rather grim.
And when the mayor explained to him
that the city must protect itself,
he resigned to keep his pension,
cursing public servants to hell.
And now he can no longer save
good people when they might be hurt,
but the SJWs don’t care,
they cheered taking down ‘a monster.’