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11/22/21
This is sad, it makes me sigh
Why try to lie?
My guy I spy
That there's more to life
Than getting high
Wasting money and time
To change it, effort is what you must apply
Go ahead roll the dye
You might be surprised from what you find
Make the best of it, before it's goodbye
Good and bad occurring in daylight and at night
For a long time the heart sat on ice
Eventually you got to make a sacrifice
Do what's right, not follow bad advice
Just about everything has a price
But some things don't now isn't that nice
Have you ever had sushi with black rice?
No need to open up
People still at each other's throats so much
Is that a joke or what?
Inaccurately computed
Causing another relationship to be ruined
As they continually feuded
It was convoluted
Being disputed
Still too soon to be concluded
Don't be stupid
And feel so wounded
You got to do better and get through it
Spirit and energy boosted
Approach rerouted
In an area that is moonlit
More than musing
In a life that can be simple yet confusing
Make the best of it, all of your choosing
As a human
Often I brooded
Searching for meaning and cupid
Don't care about a new trend
Regardless of who says
I got a message to send
Getting pushed to the edge
Tying up any loose ends
Shoutout to my few friends
This all gave me a true sense
Of reality nearby a bamboo fence
Can't let any nuisance
Or jealousy
Get the best of me
Let it be
Don't give in to the negative energy
So they say allegedly
Still marching to my own melody
At times it was hell for me
Or it turned out heavenly
Incredibly
It happened intentionally
Or accidentally
Of a similar or different pedigree
Could soon be the end for me
They wished the best for me
Thought less of me
Or hoped I'd wind up dead you see
Always something impacting longevity
Struggling and wrestling
Continually questioning
With thoughts and feelings that are unsettling
No matter if they're meddling
I'll leave them trembling
Quickly disassembling
Leading to the end of things
Nothing else developing
I'm first not no second string
The whole nine including a wedding ring
Regardless of there eventually being a reckoning
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
A Party Line
Not a party line like the wild winding party line of congas dancing one-two-three-kick across-the-floor and out- the-door
nor a party line like the Democrat or Republican political party line voting along their party line,
but a type of telephone line.
Not the type of telephone line like the line of folks in line at the airport lined to use a telephone along
the wall lined with telephones
nor the type of telephone line like the telephone lines strung on telephone poles lining every street
in every town stringing one telephone line to every house in town having a telephone.
This telephone line, an out-of-town in-the-country telephone line, was only one telephone line, a single shared telephone line strung on telephone poles lining rural roads to rural houses with telephones like our house on Old Mill Road on the same telephone line shared with six other houses in the early 1960s called
a party line.
When a party line telephone rang in one house on the party line, the telephone rang in every house on the party line. A one, two or three ring code was assigned to each party’s telephone number on the party line.
The seven ring codes to notify each party on our seven-party party line if the phone call was for them was
1 long, 1 long & 1 short, 1 long & 2 shorts, 2 longs, 2 longs & 1 short, a short and two longs or 3 longs.
Every party in every house on the party line had to listen to rings to determine if the call was for them.
All seven parties on our party line knew who of the seven parties had which ring sequence, knew who of the seven parties on our party line was getting the most calls and how long that party was tying up the seven-party party line,
especially late at night,
especially with three teenage girls in our house.
A party line also meant anybody could and anybody would quietly pick up and listen to any call, and did,
especially with three teenage girls in our house.
I once played high school football…I even wrestled on their mat
but I was never a first class athlete…and I am comfortable with that.
My exploits in both fields will never be well known
but when it came to sports in general…I like to think I held my own.
Which is why when Deborah suggested we go bowling…
when she initially planted the seed
I thought, I’m coordinated enough at 66, and enthusiastically agreed.
And despite the fact we hadn’t been bowling since 1989
I thought, given my confidence and physical ability, I was going to shine.
I know I’m not as strong as I used to be, but after tying up my shoes
most balls were much too heavy…so I chose one the children use.
“Isn’t that ball a little light?” Deborah asked, (what was that a psyche?)
I ignored her veiled rebuke and concentrated on my strike.
My feet were planted, I lined it up and was mystified and appalled
when my first roll of my first frame became a gutter ball.
My confidence was quickly waning
I wondered: Is this what the bowling Gods have wrought?
“I think you want to knock the pins down?” Deborah smirked
as I lined up my second shot.
It seemed my brain and arms were at odds with one another
they weren’t working together at all
and when I rolled my second shot…
another gutter ball.
I improved and was eventually satisfied with my result…
although I found it hard to gauge.
Is it golf or is it bowling where it’s good to score your age?
No matter…I got a little better as each game did unfold
and here is what I learned the more and more we bowled:
I may not be the greatest athlete…no crowds…no adulation
but I still can have a lot of fun…once I accept my limitations.
And when Deborah asked, “Will we be back?” I said, “Of course we would.
We may never be great bowlers…but we make these shoes look good!”
Who is the bear;
That is running scared?
Taken what is not his
What it is, what it is;
Telling you what's good for you
And what's not
Drinking portage and hemlock (what)
And who is the lion
whose got the people crying
Saving grace has no place for intolerant tying up people with masking tape
Must break free, watching out for the killer bees
And who is the man
That has a better plan than I
Whose life is it yours to take
And whose lies are you gonna enforce
I won't intricate nor retaliate
I'm just gonna sit here and wait
I won't intricate nor retaliate
Just gonna sit here and wait just wait
Eat all of the vegetables here on my plate
Carrots, broccoli, sweet beans and rice
Peas, collar flower and spinach leaves
I am gonna eat the greens and the fat of the land
Why is the lion up and roaring?
And why is he trying to take what's not his taking what is stolen
Put it down, put it down lion;
Chasing and killing innocent children women and men
And who is the lamb, steady and fine where is Ben?
Open and ready to determine His kind
Saving grace has no place for intolerant hipOquits huh!
And who is the man
That has a better plan than I
Whose life is it yours to take
And whose lies are you gonna enforce
I won't intricate nor retaliate
I'm just gonna sit here and wait
I won't intricate nor retaliate
Just gonna sit here and wait just wait
Eat all of the vegetables here on my plate
Carrots, broccoli, sweet beans and rice
Peas, collar flower and spinach leaves
I am gonna eat the greens and the fat of the land
am gonna eat the greens and the fat of the land
cause that's the kind of man I am
Eat the green and fat of the land
04/15/14
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw
the mechanical kiss comes without “love”
without any sense of “love”
without any place for “love”
without any want of affection in the manner of
“making love”
without any need for the emotions invested in
“love”
without any want for the romance babbled about
concerning this “love”
without any stake in a later possibility of “love”
without any further investigation of the
concept as it is defined by
others in “love”---
the mechanical kiss is one based on pure urge---
it has no direction beyond immediate gratification &
it’s the lighting of the fuse
for the coming explosion(s)---
it rides hard against the grain of what we are told by all of the
morality police
that should be the reason for
****ing &
if not ****ing,
then it ignites all the things beyond ****ing, the blades,
the whips, the chains, the toys, the lubes, the machines,
the candles dripping wax, the nails scraping down backs,
the water hoses, the paddles, the tying up, the pvc, the
metal prongs &
the
just
letting
go,
where the time spent pushing the body to the limit of
experience is not restrained
by these complications
which leave us stirring days later
in wonder---
no,
the spent, exhausted body,
will suffice.
and just think,
one kiss started it all
one key in the hole
one lightning strike deep into the furthest reservoir
of our splashing sex---
moist
lips
will
quiver
best
when
licked.
The Mix Up
Life is opposite of what we think
Some try to find happiness at the bottom of a drink.
Others search for glory and fame
Only to discover they lived their life in vain.
Pain rises up like the setting sun
Tying up its laces its ready to run.
Searching far and searching wide
Forever looking for a place to hide.
It doesn’t just fit into any old place
It knows no figure, it takes no shape.
It crashes and beats along the seashore
Waiting for someone to take seriously its roar.
Sending out messages loud and clear
So simple and concise the wisest can’t hear.
Trying to communicate what life has surpressed
It’s hard to find words that can accurately express.
The raging inside of me sheds no light
As the brightness quickly fades to night.
So what is this confusion of that I speak
It appears to the onlooker as tired and weak.
It spreads faster than any rumor
It has absolutely no desire to try.
It’s aIways posing the question
Is it really better to die?
But listen oh so closely
Hear what it has to say
For its surely an invitation
To greet a brand new day.
This pain doesn’t come to take from you
It’s only trying to give.
The strongest realization
Of how badly you want to live.
,,Another day, another luck",
I said to my dad with swollen water my eyes sucked,
,,Another day, another fun",
He countered with a gentle smile,
without rushing anything.
,, sh7t dad"
,,Don't say sh..
Always say: ,,What a pity"
Even though his sentence was short, he once said:
,,You see.
I am sorry that you guys need to live on to your teenage years depressing.
We lived in a poor country, in the past there were all silly dudes you know from school, cousins, teachers as your bestfriend and grandma and grandpa.
Always all together.
The better or rich life how you guys call it is saddend.
When we were young?
I and my friends set tires on fire."
,,What? And the police?"
,,Police? They didn't came in one minute.
We ran away like mice.
We were young and had alot of strength within us.
Or the amount of money we stolen from playing with tying up the laces through the Bags and slowly pulling them our way.
We waited till they tried to chase.
You guys now call it criminal.
We called it playing with dumb."
Complacency of the agencies
Who aimlessly remain racist
Tying up the little one's by the wrist
Why must the holy become rapists?
Is this what life should consist
Of?
As they pray up above
Yet, persist on never showing love?
So they stuff their faces
With a thousand disgraces
& sins, yet, the cheater never wins
Death is not the end, but where it all begins
Our future is the re-incarnation
Of our thoughts
The masses induce their own
Mental blood clots
Oh, i almost forgot
You're being watched by the robots
That will never rot
So, remember who fought
The ones under your nose like pans & pots
Under your feet like kitchen tiles
As they prowl like the Nile crocodiles
Yet, they're just vile pedophiles
Who can longer reconcile
All while
The bodies exponentially
Pile
Everyone eventually becomes senile
After 3 miles
Of endless aisles
In the petri dish & vials
Of our planet
That's composed of granite
Built by masons who
Banish the masses
Until they vanish the classes
With the whip that lashes
& never relaxes
Ashes to ashes...
Ol' Blue
© FNF 4-12-2014
One never knows what fate will hold
Within the coming days
There's highs and lows, but none foretold
Until it is too late
My dear wife Sue and our son Drew
Died in a crash one night
Seemed suicide was my next move
Until Ol' Blue arrived
I bumped into a dog rescue
While tying up loose ends
I stepped inside and through the gloom
His look said, "Where ya been?"
I paid his fee and left the pound
A steal at any price
For I had found the wisest hound
Was ever given life
Ol' Blue was not so very old
That first day that we met
And yet he was a settled soul
And easy to confess
I took him home and fed him well
But nothing to compare
With how he calmed my tortured self
When darkness entered there
I shared my heart on many things
And heeded his replies
He didn't speak, there was no need
The words were in his eyes
Though fate was cruel, it, too, was kind
I'm coping by degrees
Thanks to a dog who almost died
Before he rescued me