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Like a programmed robot
I move through each day
Smiling and nodding
In just the right way.
Pretending I'm happy
And life is just great
When the truth of the matter is
There's just too much on my plate.
I feel like I got cheated
Out of living a good life
I'm poor and alone
And I'll never be anyone's wife.
I'm like that lone shoe
You see lying on the road
Alone and discarded
Like an unwanted load.
People pass by me
Staring with pity
Torn and tattered
Not an ounce of pretty.
The shadows in my eyes
Portray a battle lost
Nightmares and insomnia
Show surrender’s cost.
The physical scars
Have healed without a trace
But the mental emotions
Are still written in my face.
I'm a programmed robot
Struggling each day
Trying to hold my head up
And wishing I could fade away.
I DO NEED YOU LORD BUT WHY
I'm not an atheist, I do believe in Christ
How can an all loving God given us such allow any of this
Homelessness, poverty, shootings and killings
How can a loving God allow the feelings of man to desolve
I don't believe He loves me
But inside I feel I need Him
I do need you Lord but why
When all I do is suffer and cry
I don't believe you love this world
Because the creation you've created
Disobeyed you now you've condemn us
When the truth of the matter is...
God's given us FREE will
The choices are yours and mine
God's condemnations and punishments
Only applies to us when we(I) disobey our Lord God
Crimes, murders, killings, rapes, wars, asaughts
Incests, fonications, adulteries
I don't believe you love this world
Because the creation you've created
Yet, after all the pains have worn off
And after my shame no longer remains
And my hurt feelings are now timed forgotten, turn to laugher
I don't believe He loves me
But inside I feel I need Him
I do need you Lord but why
It's not you Father God
The sin that is in this world
Is because of my choice cause I didn't want to listen
The sin that is in this world
Not your fault but mine
I do need you Lord but why
Why, because.....
I do need you Lord to live this and the next life
3/2/18
Written Words by James Edward Lee ©2018
After the party most of the crowd woke up hung over
Bad breath foul temper and worst of all few memories
Some covered in regret and puke on sodden sheets
When it had meant to be a night to remember
Others were hopeful that the condom had not leaked
True extra-large man size only that was for sure
But drunken members do not live up to the promise
What’s the name of the woman and in whose bed
Truth of the matter is that the flaccid remembrance falls short
No morning glory either after the rave of ill-mannered bravado
Not much to celebrate with no ink in the shrivelled-up pen
Maybe his friends know what he has been up to or not
Jessica and Timothy had been at the very same party
Glowed at the camp fire and full midnight moon
Until drunken incoherence stepped over the mark
Their fireworks happened after the celebrations
Safely home they had one more pink lemonade on ice
Switched on the intricate Turkish lamps next to their bed
Caressed and cuddled and made love fully conscious
Reaped the rewards of temperance and had a ball of a time
At the dawn of a new day they went back to the beach
Swam in their ocean of love collected sea shells and pebbles
Where the tides had washed away debris and dissolute pain
It takes courage not to fit in but sobriety holds them together
24th June 2019
Time pauses when your heart's breaking,
and you feel each minute detail.
Yet, the truth of the matter is;
dreams and wishes rarely prevail.
You cannot see beyond lust's lies,
blinded by Hope's masking effect.
Yet, anchored in reality,
hearts forgive moments of neglect.
Love's a song sung as a duet,
whose harmony is in two parts.
And it is an intimate tune,
orchestrated by lonely hearts.
Love does not follow rigid rules,
for love is unpredictable.
And yet, when half souls become one,
happiness is predictable.
Love's an intangible feeling;
that can fuel a kiss or tear.
So, when eternal bliss beckons,
lovers lower their shield of fear.
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
I killed someone today I just put her to sleep
I wish I never did it cuz now I cannot sleep
I took her life to save her from all the pain and misery
She's in a better place now her life is just a mystery
For all the pain I feel inside I pray the lord forgives me
Cuz if he doesn't I don't know what will become of me
I feel ashamed I feel so sick I throw up everytime
I hear her voice inside my head screaming all the time
There's blood on my shirt, on my hands and all over my face
I got thoughts of you touching me with a warm gentle embrace
I knew you for a short time and couldn't wait to see you
But the truth of the matter is that you will never live to
I have to live with this for the rest of my life
Sitting in that waiting room it's like I held the knife
No matter what the circumstances there's no justifications for my actions
Because despite our financial difficulties there's always adoption
I killed someone today I just put her to sleep
I wish I never did it cuz now I cannot sleep
EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL
Even things you may not like, everything’s beautiful
Those things you don’t understand, everything’s made by His hands
And everything is beautiful
And everything’s got a duty purpose
Believe, believe, believe on HIM
HIM whom created………….EVERYTHING
Lucifer is handsome, he’s so beautiful
Yes, he may even be more than man
Those things you don’t understand, everything’s made by God’s hands
And….
And everything is beautiful
And everything’s got a duty purpose
Believe, believe, believe on HIM
HIM whom created………….EVERYTHING
Man would have you believe nothing’s ugly
And that beauty only skin deep
But the real truth of the matter is
The only thing ugly is SIN……………
So the next time you see that pimple on your face
Looking at that people who’s body seems no so great
Before you call that person ugly or hideous
Look in the mirror and praise JESUS
Cause……………..
Everything is beautiful
And everything’s got a duty purpose
Believe, believe, believe on HIM
HIM whom created………….EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL EXCEPT SIN………………
4/18/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
one day, while i was walking along the way as usual,
a strange thought suddenly occurred to me, i stopped
and turned back instinctively
“don’t stop, keep going your way
because the truth of the matter is the footmarks
you left behind are nothing but bitter memories”
the present is something i dropped while moving
in and out of the past and future, investing great value
in ordinary things that can physically be felt, is shattered
to pieces, a broken glass full of rotting wine
“don’t content with the status quo
because it’s nothing more than the sand
in your palm, it’s an illusion you may see or may not see”
i was thinking the future is nothing but a rainbow
hanging in the air seeing colors through a prism
comparing myself to a gross looking wriggling maggot
“it seems to be a good omen when you look up the infinite space
sky is blue and the sun is brilliant, but don’t be beguiled by those phenomena; actually the rainbow is the burning vapor struggling
not to evaporate, the sun is a tyrant and the sky is a figment of
the spectator’s imagination, it intersects with all kinds of prodigies”
The truth of the matter is that the “I doubt it” label has always been assigned to me; but in reality, I and all the Apostles doubted.
Hopeless, fear, and doomed were the highly charged emotions that we all felt.
Over and over, he taught us about his resurrection; but we did not understand.
Multitudes were fed; mighty miracles were performed; but no one could help him.
After his death, we were in hiding, because we thought that we would be next.
But absolutely everything changed when at
Sunrise, the world’s greatest surprise arose, and lit up the skies of our frightened hearts!
03252016 cj PS
Order of Knowledge
Isn’t’ funny how if we only knew back then what we know hold up wait a minute!
What if back in high school when teachers I may not have liked were teaching me, about things I nor anyone else in the class had no interest in learning what so ever' Teachers whom at the end of the day got paid whether I learned something or not. What if I were bold enough to say I don't need you and walk away? Would that be the beginning of my journey towards wisdom and understanding? Would that moment be the X-factor that sets the stage for conflict after conflict with everyone who tries to so called tell me what to do, think, feel and become. Would that be a domino effect for everyone I come in contact with tell me "So you think you know everything? You don't know anything. Suddenly I find myself trying to prove that I do know something. But the truth of the matter is I know somethings but I do not know everything. At the mature age that I am, as a young educated and sophisticated black man. I can make that statement boldly and humbly because there is so much more I have yet to learn. As long as I'm conscious enough to realize that there is an order to knowledge.