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There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
There are gunshots firing.
Soldiers continuously dying.
Local people that have done no harm
Are suddenly filled with dreading alarm.
By the very end of the twinkling stars and the night,
The whole village has been set alight
Some have been taken.
Those left behind are still shaken.
The only thing making them glad they’ve survived
Are the tears in their family’s eyes.
A child inside hunches over his school desk,
Strangely oblivious to the whole mess.
He’s so wrapped up in his own tasks
That when morning rolls in, he forgets to ask
Where his parents are.
But a child can only follow a thought so far.
So when someone comes and puts a gun in his hand,
All he thinks he can do is agree with the man.
17/11/17
Child Soldiers is a huge problem in the world today, especially in the continent of Africa.They're forced to take part in wars and conflicts, forced to kill, and commit other acts of violence.Others are used as cooks, porters, messengers, informants, spies, basically anything their commanders want them to do. Child soldiers are also often sexually abused.They can be recruited by state or non-state armed forces and are usually forced away from their family. It's a horrible and cruel thing going on in the world which needs to be addressed and dealt with in some way. Hopefully this poem will raise a little bit of awareness. I know it's not very much in the grand scheme of things, but it's all I can do and at least it's better than nothing.
You approached me
Equivalent
Shake you wonder
You make decisions that take you away
From the encompassing persuasion t
The real chosen view
You don't know me
My brown eyes.
Shine you don't know me
The sun does not just on you but us
Equivalent
Makes you wonder
Chocolate thunder
Has parted shaken should have been a drummer
Often wonder crushing it
You stand before me you shiver and Shake
You saying what does my resemblance make
from whom I accept accept who you are
all whom are like me are not locked up in jail
All hail me not for what I lack
When you see me on the train tracks
Heading towards you just relax
My Brown Eyes focused on you
My brown eyes shine through
My brown eyes belong to you
Does it matter that your eyes are turquoise green brown or blue
Makes you wanted
Equivalent
Different
Colored skin and eyes
Does not make me apologize
For you see even though we are on is that different
You stand before me and Shay you saying what does my resemblance make from whom I accept accept who you are all whom or like me are not locked up in jail behind bars all he'll be not but what I like when you see me on the train track heading towards you just relax brown eyes man here I stand
Different
Yet
Equivalent
9/6/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
The warmth, the smile
The promise to walk for miles.
The lies that were said with grace
Was it all a sign to brace?
For a future full of pain
For the heart that bled red in vain!
The soft teasing of abandoning
Was it a warning of the inevitable happening?
The last promise to not cry
To scream within while my eyes stay dry.
To smile faintly,
while my heart is broken.
While all the bases that I stood on are shaken.
To console others and stand for you.
Was it all planned way ahead too?
To stay stoic while others mourn.
To stay afloat while all I want is to drown.
To burn from the fire that you gave
To want to kill but have to save.
Wasn't it cruel and bad
That I was meant to lie there and you had to be the sad
But fate and destiny must be having fun
At your funeral I stand while to lay beside is what I yearn.
You were supposed to be the poet, the writer
You were supposed to live and glow a bit brighter
Well I was proven wrong I see
For you lay lifeless and this is written by me.
Why do I feel this way?
Feels like I'm being swallowed up by darkness..
Like I'm being shaken until I cry, and yet here I am frozen in time.
I'm being internally beaten up..
My heart wanting to burst apart.
Why do I feel so down all the time?
Do I need help..? Is school the cause of this pain..?
This emptiness inside me.
It is once said in a song..
"Silence makes me think about what I've done.. There's no way to mask what is real. No sound to hide behind."
If you're ever wondering why I have headphones in... Is because I then don't have to think about the things that I've done... I can hide behind my music, put up that barricade, as if to block out any other living thing.
How am I suppose to love myself if all I feel inside is nothingness... Just a big black whole, sucking every bit of happiness out of me and making me feel sick to my stomach, makes me feel betrayed, not trustworthy...
What the HELL IS THIS?!
I am oversaturated with a single emotion
When in truth I really had none
To begin with
Do I really know what is love
Or am I just blinded
To have someone
With only me to think of
Is timeless devotion what I feel
Or "unsought" adoration ?
Do you feel the same
Or was it just me all along?
Should I scream from the pain
You tore me up
Piece by piece
Left me on my own to collect them
And the pathways of my mind
Are forever scratched with your name
Is it really love
Have I turned blind from your pain?
Do I really mean something
Have you thought about our future
Or was it just me
All along
Daring to dream of us together
Should I feel wrong?
You made me heart feel like it's back home
You condemned my soul
To feel what it's like to be known
And at the end
You left all of it alone
Is it okay to feel shaken
Okay to feel wronged?
I'm not really questioning us
I'm just asking
Was there really enough of us
To actually begin?
I have heard a myth, a rumor,
A legend long ago told.
About a mighty being eastward
With arcing wings of gold.
Its breath alone brewed fierce storms
A shaken feather made thunder roar.
And God have mercy on the soul
Caught in her rage's downpour.
I have heard this myth, this rumor,
This story handed down.
Of a beast powerful and brilliant
That wears lightning as it's crown.
When I met the rain
And listened to every droplet fall,
I swear that through the tapping
I heard her mesmerizing call.
As temptation was too much,
I ventured out into the gale.
And found myself under her gaze
With my face flushing pale.
Though chaos engulfed us both,
Peace was still in her eye.
Despite the pandemonium
She commanded the sky.
When I met the rain,
And felt the splatter on my skin
I finally met the legend
I had always believed in.
Just to stand this close
To be here struck by awe
In the presence of perfection
This being without flaw.
To feel the radiant energy
To breathe the same air
Of Her Majesty unrivaled
With whom none compare.
Just to stand this close
To be found where you are
Is a greater blessing
Than any given me thus far.
You, mighty Thunderbird,
Are creation's pride and joy.
Complete supreme beauty
That nothing could destroy.
There exists no equal
On earth, in heaven, or sea
For no one else can boast
Such intricate complexity.
You wear a thousand masks
And rarely show your face.
But I have seen your heart,
It's cracked elegance; it's fractured grace.
You, precious Thunderbird,
Are all I've wished to find.
And now that I have seen you,
I can't get you off my mind.
Have you ever experienced a scream dream
In which you are terrifyingly scared
You attempt to scream in the dream
Yet no noise is released just air!
As you lay asleep in the real world
You are making strange whimpering sounds
The scream in the dream never materialises
Before you wake and are earth bound
For the first time ever a few weeks ago
I actually was able to scream in my dream
As my husband lay asleep on the couch
In front of the t.v screen
Awoken by continual blood curdling screams
The loudest he had ever heard
He ran into our bedroom
Thinking l was being murdered
Decades and decades of unleashed dream screams
Were released from me in one night
Leaving me feeling shattered and shaken
And giving my husband the fright of his life
We each have this fundamental choice
to know our mistakes as a relentless wall
oozing passions of superior severance
prohibiting successful futures
more like choosing compassion together
Rather than stuck
on the wrong side of a brick wall,
we could also choose to rediscover past mistakes
as an uncovering web
toward a more cooperative future
less shaken apart,
less stone-walled by Win/Lose competitors,
more inviting,
even enchantedly compassionate,
regathering health toward integrity's networking wealth.
Resilient discernment
unveils
resonant, not at all dispassionate, co-discovery.
Empty,
yet pregnant,
enthymematic promising integrity
of each internal/external moment's Zen ZeroZone potential,
co-operatively LeftYang,
co-passionately RightYin,
Tao of bilateral spacetime
becoming ego/eco-resilient health webs
without prohibitive pathological walls.
May, the Spirit of the Living God,
Sent from the death of Jesus,
Which, glorified the God of the Living.
Roll away the Stony hearts ,
Unto, all who seek in pureness.
Out of darkness a light has been given,
A new life was breathed within,
Awakening, unto this world of deception,
Drawing one to be purified within,
Into the likeness of Christ,
May, God protect and fill all with,
The knowledge, wisdom and understanding,
Unto, this new creation being built,
That, one might become a dwelling place,
Of the Living God, To give all glory and praise,
For snatching one from the snares of death.
Filling, one with inexpressible peace, joy, love,
Protecting the Spirit that cannot be shaken