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When it comes to you...
...my heat is always breaking
my soul forever has a deep and an endless aching
my body will it continues to long for only you
my mind constantly changing not knowing really what to do...
...when it comes to you
When it comes to me...
...I wonder just when you will open your eyes and clearly see
if you will only accept it and let what you truly feel finally just be
think about it I've always been right there in you heart, lingering in your should, forever,
weighing heavily on your mind
I'm the one you never have been able to completely leave behind
I'm your ever aching need
and you hat to let those urges be free...
...when it comes to me
When it comes to us...
...in each other we've always had so much trust
a passion that has never known no boundries or any kind of end
so what keeps holding us back why do we still pretend
don't look deep into one anothers eyes because it may really begin again
then stopping it well we both now know that it stopping just will not take place
so this is your way for the moment save face
But our love for the other no one could ever make stop on a dime or crush...
...when it comes to us
When it comes down to it...
...the fire between us was long ago lit
And it's not about who's right or wrong
don't you see from what we have we can't pick up and continue to move on
it's never to late to try
because if we don't we will always and forever be left to wonder why
lighting that fire that part was easy
keeping that flame they say is the trick
but that's what you and I have done...
...when it comes down to it
Finding peace in the things I do
So many things not enough time
Aspirations are what I view
Like a mountaineer ready to climb
Motivated by the things my mind sees
moving quickly yet stop on a dime
My workshop like a hive ready for bees
Materials, tools, and ideas, no confine
Like an arborist climbing the tallest trees
Seeing ideas that are so much like mine
Blending them all to make something new
knowing that any new idea will be fine
Unlimited hours are down to a few
I must eat and sleep to keep up my health
Balancing obligations I have too
Knowing the outcome is spiritual wealth
Wondering if I really have any clue
Working slowly and then with more stealth
For creating is the way to myself I stay true
A rhino's eyesight is really myopic,
Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic.
His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime,
He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime.
The projection that grows
On the end of his nose
Is not really a horn, though,
As one might suppose.
And when he needs scratching,
There's another small hitch,
His legs are too short
So he can't reach the itch.
He's ugly, pugnacious,
Rude, and unsociable,
And his manners at mealtime
Are simply atrociable.
And should you insult him,
He'll never reveal it.
His hide is so thick
He prob'ly won't even feel it.
Just who we are, we may not know
We’ve traveled far, but more to go
I think we’re lost, but maybe not
At any cost, use what we’ve got
Report the time, and send the mail
Stop on a dime, when ideas fail
We lost the day, we cost the man
What will we say, do what we can
It seems to me, no matter what
Some things will be, some things will not
You search and seek, try not to fail
The boat may leak, but on we sail
So busy life, goes on each day
With daily strife, we find our way
It’s never clear, we’re never sure
With trembling fear, we will endure
The Wonder Mobile broke today
Of course it would happen
Why wouldn’t it
4 cylinders running on 3
Getting out to push probably much faster
Poor little Corolla
It had a hard life.
Neglected some love’n
It pees all over, grumbles when it starts
Brakes kind of funny, but the horn is loud
Might not stop on a dime
But you will hear me coming
Washed twice in 11 years
Driven around the block to go next door
Years of waking up in wonder
Will my car start today?
Am I catching the bus today?
It all caught up to me today
Maybe I will drive to the Ferrari lot
Trade it in, what can I get
Maybe I will humble myself
Fix the Wonder Mobile
Give it some love’n
And wash it a third time
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True story, my car really did break today.
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Bigger than bodacious,
higher TCH than contagious-
I poke at the smoke and make a cause to estrange this,
…toodle-to-do in my space ship!
I love how much I can remake this,
and bank the right to go out on a limb,
spill on the film,
make the gas on the ground increase its bliss,
run through the breeze and accept your diss,
though it is time to resist-
and look back at your breast...
Ask mother to draw me up a sign-
because like it or not you are on my line,
and my best friends,
and my bosses,
your eye’s doing crosses,
your cops pulling over bloggers!
Wait,
stop!
I said stop on a dime!
Pick one up and help pay for the blind!
We adore dances as long as they make man-shifts,
make shift-
endanger wigs,
throw out chicken strips,
and hopeless trips!
Play out banquettes, with not enough men to spank it!
Even though they're all over it,
callin' all out smurf!
And say **** anybody with my tip!
It's high in the mountain range-
and it see's you as strange!
Blame blame blame!
And then do it all again!
Go to the gym later and explain!
Ask why do young men have names?...
I haven't given them my change,
I am still alive,
I deserve to be played!
I am in turn to say hey, go away,
you little brother,
stayin' for a long time and then bein' like...mine!
I'm not on the cusp; I'm made of the first decan
Can't stop on a dime; it's a fully loaded train
Emotions flow next to the blood; in every vein
So all the tricks they tried; did nothing; had ill affects
Called back and lied; about the results and side effects
Or about the time you lose; when they ride you hard, and yet it still leaves you old; or dead
Relayed the sadness, your bareback in an all-out sprint; no going back, only ahead
Pity; there's no such thing; as building a healthy wall; just to tear it down
Inside; no place left to fall; when your back's already, staked out on the ground!
Oh please; my forgiveness is freezing cold, it can't be bought or sold; bring on the next round!
Come All You terrorists rally cry
Come all you haters cattle call
Come All ye religious fanatics
Come all men to the lake rivers
Let's fish go to the weary
Come to the poor go to the this place
People come young and poor
Let us go to the rebels go to the saints
Come to the harvest enjoy
Autumn grapes splash up mash up
The fruits of your labors smash up the potatoes
Pour on the gravy stop on a dime
Sop up those juices all around your plate
Eat the full blessings at the Lord's supper
Come less congregate
10/18/17
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2017, 2020
Poetry time
Every line chimes
Stop on a dime
A buck for a rhyme
What’s a meta for
Similes are, like, a bore
A terzanelle’s attractive
Tho a villanelle’s more proactive
Witches vex trochaic pentameter
Curse iambic HEXameter
Traditionalists eschew free verse
Blank verse is that much worse…
Romance, a hackneyed chore
While humor is adored
Satire rates high too
Tear-jerkers ~ boo-hoo
Poetry time
Elbow grease and grime
Lines sparkle and shine
Craftsmanship sublime