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It's days like these that make question the purpose of it all
October summer skies, hot winds and the raging desire humans have to pretend the world isn't decaying from within....
I'm a pessimist by nature,
The sunset reminds me that one day we must all die
Some think of gold at the end of the rainbow, I imagine Hitlers camps with a thousand screaming jews drowning the chirping of birds in the air
But tonight is my moment of atonement,
In torch light I scribble my shortcomings in this my songs of songs
Suleiman asked for wisdom, I pray for a peaceful death...
Who wishes to end it painfully after toiling life under the sun in duress?
I'm not much for sentiments and romance, Atleast I've tried my best to appear so
Matters of the heart are fragile and my endeavors in these experiences sing an infinity song of this my fractured heart,
At this point I could easily work a night shift, for I have lost my urge to slumber, I am merely a sinking ship of lost dreams
A vessel of all the sins I wish my future sons get to evade,
An algorithm I iterate with sheer will with no terminating condition to be the man my future wife loves at seventy five.....
I'm a man of my own vices
I recite the nicene creed when I feel my faith slipping away,
Whisper hail Mary ten times when I need gather my strength,
And I get out of bed a little later..... What's the hurry in giving your body up to a decaying world?
I Am a Flower (Internal rhyme)
I've recently begun to think ~ of myself as a flower
I'm a bloom on the brink ~ of dying with each hour.
But I've also come to learn ~ that I should not fear death.
It's a concept I'll not spurn ~ when I take my final breath.
The reason that I know ~ is that a flower is just a part
Of the seed God did sow ~ from deep within His heart.
Little buds will form anew ~ upon my sturdy stem.
It's a prophecy come true ~ and it's all because of Him.
As each withered blossom falls ~ another starts to thrive.
God waters one and all ~ to keep us healthy and alive.
Each Autumn I stand tall ~ and proudly show my face.
It's the best season of all ~ for my petals are in place.
I'm a colorful attraction ~ to those who visit me.
Bringing much satisfaction ~ to the busy little bees.
Take in my fragrant scent ~ Enjoy it while it lasts.
My beauty was surely meant ~ to linger when I've passed.
But I'll never weep or mourn ~ a demise such as mine
For when I was born ~ I was placed upon God's vine.
From tiny bud to wilted end ~ I live for just a while
In a garden God does tend ~ I'm His fragile little child.
Mother's roots are intact ~ there are more like me to come.
I have a name, in fact ~ I am called Chrysanthemum.
Part 1.
I wonder if the time and day would last forever
I think of all things will quit never
Among the time that we wish to do a lot
And a notion that is close to not
We have the talent that grows
We seek it and it shows
Growing up to know each wonder of the mind
Going to best things and be kind
I walk a dream but not a dream
I want to do things with out running out of steam
So when I smile my days are long
Seeing that I do things just to belong
It hits me right in the center of my core
It grabs me in the heart to just be more
Part 2.
An interest that came by
It also was such moments that lie
I fallow everyone else with the feeling of hope
It seems that they rather hang me by a rope
Just what is the matter with people now a days
Caring for others I was taught in my ways
Do the people I hang out with always betray
I sit down and thing about it many way
My father and mother is not going to be ashame
They are not to even think it or to blame
I can do things much more to my very core
I can grab everyones heart and I can be more
Perhaps my title should have been determined first --
but today I differed and decided to think of it last,
tacked on later, a mere hint to what appears below:
a clumsy broken flow of simple comment from
my head and hands.
I have framed
few statements which together could find,
perhaps, entrance to a heedless mind. Or not.
So many now prefer a different course and,
in opposition, I and others are shut down.
But at 80-plus I have no need to heed
nor ear to pay them. My rusty words will
still emerge, heard or not.
The weather lately
(that universal topic of concern!) has been strange.
Whether climate change be true, or not, is contested
by iconoclastic protestors, as though vocal
opposition could make the earth cooler
or hotter, could affect the frequency of floods,
droughts, hurricanes -- or even quakes, fires,
and imminent eruptions of volcanoes.
Ice ages loom.
Or all will melt, and we'll be again a water world.
Who can deny we seem in danger of extinction?
A simpler strategy, useless or not, is to
bet on the proverbial "worst case scenario"
and to prepare, effective ultimately or not,
as conscientiously as possible.
Such is our nature.
Because, as we all are taught (true or not),
"Hope springs eternal." Ah!
Finally. There's my title!
And here's my disdainful ending: "Hah!!!"
Choosing a favorite President is quite an arduous task
Given that most politicians usually wear a spurious mask,
but as a student of History, there was one that I admired;
" the scrappy kid from Kansas."* So many he has inspired.
In his biography there's a plethora of interesting information.
'Ike" was a 5 star general, besides leading this great nation.
A war hero, selected to be America's Commander and Chief.
A man of great integrity, who did not cause his country grief.
In his honor, a Washington Memorial was dedicated.
His bravery in war, and acts as President are celebrated.
After the war, he commanded European NATO forces
and overthrew communism from it's evil courses.
Voted U. S. President in 1952, with the slogan, "I Like Ike,"
Richard Nixon was his running mate; they were nothing alike.
In two terms served, he created a grand legacy for his name.
A President for the people, to him the office was not a game.
There are many valuable quotes that Eisenhower left behind
and I'll end with a few that I feel worthy for us to keep in mind;
none more appropriate than this one, I was happy to find...
"Some day there is going to be a man sitting in my present chair who has not been raised in the military services and who will have little understanding of where slashes in their estimates can be made with little or no damage. If that should happen while we still have the state of tension that now exists in the world, I shudder to think of what could happen in this country."
"The middle of the road is all of the usable surface. The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters."
"Leadership consists of nothing but taking responsibility for everything that goes wrong and giving your subordinates credit for everything that goes well."
"If a political party does not have its foundation in the determination to advance a cause that is right and that is moral, then it is not a political party; it is merely a conspiracy to seize power."
February 11, 2021
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*Inscribed on the Eisenhower Memorial
They say all wounds will heal with time
In truth they do not know
When Love is lost forever more
The wounds just grow and grow
each cliche with best intentions
Designed to help us cope
as days and months and years go by
Diminish each glimmer of hope
perhaps each heart is different
Perhaps some Souls move on
perhaps in constant solitude
We dwell on that which has gone
Perhaps we prefer live in anguish
To stare in the face of regret
when embraced by the love of another
We fear that we may just forget
so if healed I will tear these wounds open
In this Chasm of sadness I'll stay
Until we are reunited
I'll think of you every day
Roses and marigolds whispered her name when she came into the garden.
The lilacs were smitten; giggling like silly school girls.
The bees were the only creatures who continued working.
And Mr. Wasp. He did not have time for shenanigans or love.
Mistress Faerie flitted in and out the shadows of the garden, spreading joy.
Mirth poured forth from the azaleas and the dainty queen anne’s lace.
She’s here! The ladybugs told the grasshoppers in an excited way.
The grasshoppers already knew though; they had sensed her presence first.
Mr. Wasp was feeling growly now. There was work to be done.
He slipped inside a peach rose to hide from these festivities, and the celebrity.
“Hello, Mr. Wasp,” Mistress Faerie said. She was already there, waiting for him.
He did not know she was a wasp faerie! He decided to make time for her.
What does the garden need the most? She asked him. “What can I do?”
He could think of lots of things he would like for her to do, but none of them
had anything to do with a garden. “Just be yourself,” he said. “That is enough.
And it certainly was! They were married on Wednesday, tickling the lilacs.
My DNA was planted at a crime scene
in an apartment that I truthfully have never been.
My fingerprints were found on the murder weapon,
a Bowie knife that was a gift from a long lost friend.
Buried in storage for decades is where that knife had been.
Until now, for me that Bowie knife was long forgotten.
I don't know nor have I ever known the victim
or any of the victim's past or present relations.
I'm now the prime suspect in this investigation
and I don't have a very good alibi to give them.
"Where were you at the time this murder happened?"
the detective asked me during my interrigation.
"I was at home alone," I answered, "as I often am."
The detective then asked me the following question,
"Can your presence at that time be substantiated by anyone?"
"None that I can think of presently," I responded feeling broken.
I was read my Miranda rights and I'm now in the system,
but I swear, I've been framed. I Am Innocent."
*
The above hasn't really happened to me,
but one day it did occur to me
that due to my lifestyle which I live very solitary,
that I could be a sociopath's perfect patsie,
since very few ever eye witness that I truly may be
at my home all alone with just my cats for company,
and my felines can't attest to my presence unfortunately.
*
I can feel your beauty flow
I can touch the essence of your smile
while all the while. . .
Though I can't see you, I can feel you
I can hear you whisper in my ear
So clear
Oh I can
Oh Lord I can
and I shall, I can love you Lord much
with each and every breathe, Oh I can
I can sense that you're here
Even though I can't see you, I can feel you
Lord, I love you, I love you so much
I can think of pleasant dreams
You are always here
You're closer than my skin
I await you to come even closer nearer my Lord
Oh I can
Oh Lord I can
and I shall, I can love you Lord much
with each and every breathe, Oh I can
I can sense that you're here
Even though I can't see you once again
The fragrance of yourself leaves me breathless
I am not shamefully not to be embarrassed to say that I do
I love you
I can feel your smile
And I know that I'm your child
I'll never let you go, because this you already know
That I won't go away I'm here to stay
And I do that I love you Lord Jesus I really do
I love you
Lord I love you and I await your touch;
Yes I love you this much (cause I can and I shall)
Oh I can
Oh Lord I can
and I shall, I can love you Lord much
with each and every breathe, Oh I can
08/16/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " The Love We Have Inside"
Every story has a plot, has some turning points, some twists, some turns and some interesting differences in points of view. This story is no exception from that norm. The only difference is that this is a play of shadows. Shadows of invisible strings and eventually those shadows are merging somewhere according to the wish of the coordinator, who is just another shadow acting behind the scene. Therefore, this is an endless story of shadows. Is it too complicated? I guess so.
For the easiness of perception, the shadows are in dire need of names. Do you have a unique name in your mind? I do not think so. Do you know why? I think so, as you are just a voice inside my head. I think so, as you are still an entry-level effort, trying to persuade and convince. I fancy Almighty did not categorize entry-level conscience, anywhere, never. Conscience 101…102, is it there?
For progression, I will keep my chattering ongoing. It is essential to living to the fullest extent, as we, all have only one life, one single precious life! But right now, I am mumbling with all my ability, and I need to pick up a shadow and name her a sweet name. What name should I give her? I have a knack to provide all girls a name, a friendly, unique name. Do you know what it is? The name is “Bela.” Now, do you know why? Yes, now, I see a nodding through my wrinkled white pages, the pages I am taking in my powerless palm and throwing in the trashcan. It is written for good, for all.
And, on this very moment, I changed my mind. I decided that it will not be a girl, it will be a boy. It will be one dashing, smart boy. Now, I am thinking about a name. And the only name I could think of is “Nemo,” A Latin word meaning “No one.”
I know, it serves the purpose. For the better, for all.