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Return to me oh fickle son
while your mother weeps
search on for call of the Jay
though elusive Cardinal sleeps
the roads took me back
to voiced memory fair
though flesh substance lack
red ribbons of flowing hair
I a begger have not an ounce
for those unwitting palms
yet rule of law denounce
except in whispered psalms
love fulfilled in child's smiling treasure
all sins forgiven, each in equal measure
epilogue
~~~She was only three, when he, at eighty-three, breathed his last...
the joy of new beginnings now forever linked to an unknown yet precious past~~~
Just because there was a limited access to truth
Does not mean there was an interruption declaring my love for you
I have had all the opportunity in the world to express myself
Self just got in the way, dern self
I know I need you
I want you
I desire every part of you
What happened is not because of you
It is me and I confess I was riding on the train of despair
I know you said you have rode this ride and you care
What am I to do but express it now, reveal it to you
I had to sit back add ingredients to this soup
This delicatessen savor substance of you I need
I smell you when I am asleep
Holding you, you close connected tight fitted sheets
I do miss the sweet flavor of your kiss
I miss, I do miss
I may studder a little when I write these words
I am jilted tilted toss leaning toward the curb
As I drive I can hear you and the words caressing my ears
How they have helped me, love covered these fears
Wiped every tear
I know I have caused you to shed
I come now to you no other instead
Here I am, I am here, love lifted it all
I am here, I apologize not answering your call
Can I say, will you accept this now?
Me being here confessing how
My life will never be complete without you
I never hold it in any longer
I need you
I desire you
I love you
I used to be in bondage wrapped up and hogtied
Now I'm freedom bound
No longer neglected I'm found evermore
Oh, oh and shall I diddle and daddle that'll in my old dirty ways
I am risen washed and polished in Jesus name
Nevermore
Nevermore
Nevermore, evermore
Shall I worry never more shall I care
Never more shall I be discouraged and endangered on my way to a hot burning hell
For I've been reborn, revisioned and visited there's
Now whispers a soft voice whisper in my ear
And the sweet, sweet substance God has sent Jesus here
Nevermore vanquished there will be no more sorrow
Nevermore crying I'll be here tomorrow
I am so glad that I've been found
I've been found on the rebound
And I'm going to make a touchdown
I'm heading up not down, heaven bound, Hallelujah
I am his child that's a chosen one
A child of God born again Mercy's friend
Nevermore wanting
Nevermore late
I am no longer undesirable, I am ever great
And I shall not sin no more
Because I have been rebirth, reborn
Once lost now found
Evermore
Evermore
No longer tied to my sins
Nevermore
Nevermore
Nevermore
6/27/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
from anthology "Nevermore"
PART I The Experiment
A person who makes bad decisions
Is it a secret motivation
True naive flexing a muscle only known as misery
I can't find an approach
I can't see the thoughts like doctor sleep
What is a true sacrifice
Does it not know comfort
Does it marry purpose
Ignore common and regular
Who feels like part of a bad decision
And still they sit
Idle in their comfort
To be discarded
labelled bad for my environment
PART II
A powerful shadow
Too at thought
Too ill of peace
I see you my dear hiding in your hell
There was no poison
My sweet love of perceptual chaos
When nothing plus nothing equals something
I will sit under the whispering willow tree
Waiting for substance waiting for the sun
Because it will be the only one left
We can not defeat
Done like dinner
But never defeated
Fasting cleanses both body and soul
It breaks you only to make you whole
Its spiritual connection plays a vital role.
Now not only the wearer knows the shoe pinches
for you get the chance to be in the needy's shoes
A whole month to forget those addictive binges
A chance to comprehend the poor man's cues.
Donot complain if your tummy's rumbling grumbling
for the poor man has always been thus starving
Feel his hunger, feel for him
and side by side give your weight a trim
Everybody wants to be so slim.
Many religions do prescribe it
The fasting one will describe it
If you have never done it
you might want to try it.
A month of fortitude, forbearance is a month of fasting
intended to impart a self-control and patience that's everlasting.
We all need ketosis to get rid of the lipids, fat stores
And researcher Google just told me that's what fasting ensures!
Craving for eatables the belly though may be raging
yet scientists have proved that produces a substance for anti-aging!
So if you are interested in a healthier, longer life span
come join me and fast away this month of Ramazaan.
It's time you understood God's health plan.
Researchers say the fasting person diverts energy
from the digestive system to the immune system!
Every wajibat has been proven good for both soul and body
Scroll even Google for yourself to thank the fasting dictum.
Fasting's a perfect way of bodily detoxification
Researchers say it's notable how fasting detoxifies each organ!
So come one come all, fasting can be for any creed
It lowers the BP and lowers the greed
as attention is diverted from the self to those in need.
I hope a month of NO food yet gives some food for thought
For a fasting from pondering should never be sought!
Lord I'm so thirsty my mouth is parched
I am so hungry I need nourishment
It all Lord I am thirsty
You are my cup of water
In a drought
And Lord You Are My substance
Throwing my stomach Cries Out
When I'm hungry oh Lord you have fed
Fed me with your love and manna
Your holy bread
You're my Waters running Wells Springs that never dry
You're My Level decanted dark valleys in the sky
You lighten up the pathway so I can see the realness with my natural eye
Good night say that you're a well of Rushing Water that are never run away
12/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
This Irish water is a standing joke
a state owned asset by the people
who paid taxes since our foundation
A basic right they are trying to deny us
to privatise it to foreign investment hands
Controlling the substance of all life force
paying of banking debts
with their ill gained purses
when they got fat bonuses as pay offs
A regular occurrence swept under
The government in this country
is far beyond a standing joke
So sad it's beyond a laughing matter
Suffering when everyone can see its criminal
what they are doing
forcing us into poverty and slavery
as the gap between rich and poor increases
They need to take their heads out
from under the sand and smell the roses
in the garden Orchard of wisdom
of the people they represent facts
Searching for the Good
Alas, the search continues
peering eyes in all the venues
as the pure and holy seek
all the virtues of the meek
their old and brittle bones
re-sounding creaky church pew tones.
Cold blinders to their views
force the “olds” upon the “news”
as the suit they wish to fill
is a fulfillment of their will
draped upon the soul of others
for they know it slowly smothers
all the “ifs” and “buts” and “druthers”.
Their quest fails by “default”
for the one they would exalt
is but a slickly polished ruse
a “three shelled” talking muse
slyly twisting every virtue
“Eddie Haskell” come to court you.
There are those who earn the name
who do what’s right not seeking fame
know the essence of a “good”
not shaped by brick and stone and wood
for the substance of their truth
springs from a single root
fed by unpolluted streams
feeding still idyllic dreams.
11/1/2016
submitted to – A good man – Poetry contest
Some stayed alive long enough to leave.
Some died refusing to go;
the apartment leaks their footsteps.
You follow them to a door
as they slip into closets
to mutter or rage in garments
they have never owned.
Ghosts avoid them
they live on in the fabric and pith,
they die in the gist and substance
of this home as fragmented recordings;
the former, the previous,
and the yet not departed.
Listen tonight, listen for their labored breathing
as they struggle to replace
the things you have laid down
in place of their own.
Once they were the replacement tenants
now you are the usurper, and your trappings
an unsought clutter.
They won’t speak to you, for you are not there,
however they will arrange and restore
what you thought was yours
as you dream of leaving.
These dreams are yours these dreams are mine
Yet misery seems to be this poor mans only paradise
Reality seems to be the only place to hide
Trying to make the best of what I have
This is my life’s engraved path
No mercy in tears
Only sympathy if you’re worthy of fears
Some one shake me from these seizures
I’m constantly burning of statistical leisure’s
Bed time story’s, kisses from head to foot
Anyway, you want to please her
Given age, I was born from a rapist
Forced upon passion, as an infant in a wound
How can I escape this?
Simply exposed to this diluted area
You never know, she could’ve recruited malaria
Possibilities that her insides polluted, scaring her
My collarbones hurt, the thought of rubbing a loser
Growing up a substance abuser
Strapped with intoxicated lungs and a low self-esteem
The tools needed for this living
all I have left are dreams
Trying to get by on less than minimum wage
Drooling over paper
like there is cinnamon on this page
I could be a heart ache
or I could be apart of the break
Cold water in my eyes, what ever it takes to wake
Bread crumbs in my left hand, I choose to give or try
Given life I’m only promised to die
Pencil in hand, thoughts bloating my brain
By gods’ grace, I have been scared with pain
Only washing my face when it rains
And most of the time, the skies release hail
So now I’m wondering to where will I prevail
A selfless act from a wealthy man
is usually a filthy hand
Should I live or should I die,
give a small sacrifice, and try
Forever I dream of heavens door
And if I should go
I want no tears to show
Forever dreaming of your saviors doors