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Incarceration Through The Eyes Of Your Child
I dreamt about this particular iceberg for many year's
as a young man,
where in and out of prison I was, for a while.
It was big, big in size
If size was big, like only size could be, only in Florida.
Abandoned in it, to it a one man cell, placed in it by they.
Passing evil law's designed to keep the other
forty seven percent of U.S. all down.
Unable to get a job and or vote the corrupt made out of it.
Blue as it was,
as blue as the sky, such a big blue, like a marble blue
in the clearest of day's the bluest, blue some day's.
Hearing have I, heard some say to turn our blood into profit.
Polar bears and their mind set and their blood thirsty ways.
The staff unfit guards commuting thirty miles a day to have their republican
way.
Cell extractions in isolation where no widows are allowed to exist.
Justifying it all in claiming their need for control.
While urine stained walls conveyed what they sought.
To render individuals
from being able to function or being mentally stable.
Glacier blue eye's
where razor wire hides from the top what the bottom will do.
There are no black icebergs here they are all in prison.
The rationale by the cruel,
they reason away, that what doesn't kill you
will make you stronger.
This system, these people, know while they prey on the fear
of the uneducated ignorant people,
people that are unqualified to tender up our vote's.
Children to young, born to unfit parent's,
mental illness not caught early that is latter on triggered.
When people leave prison and after being traumatized
cannot function, seeing people raped and brutally murdered.
How can any reasonable individual expect them to function.
While you knowingly condoned and through your silence,
allowed their abuse to continue.
helped hurt them.
The psychology of your doom is now known to U.S. all.
I watched some news on BBC
Then turned to FOX and got a surprise
Compared what I heard on the other source
And found FOX to be full of lies
Nothing on Leavitt, Noem or Bondi
Three submissives of Trump unqualified
Just gossip and lies to offer the audience
Right leaning propaganda undignified
If you watch FOX for a little while
Wonder why they cover for a pedophile
Lying to the country with a smile
Nothing mentioned of the Epstein file
GOP cover up for their owners
Rich child molesters that are political donors
Live in fear of losing their career
Covering up for Miracle Ear.
Afraid to vote outside the box
Most of the cabinet came from FOX
The Russian asset can give two hoots
While the GOP will lick his boots
Normalizing corruption and greed
Taking away from those in need
Raiding the treasury when opportunity knocks
It might make the news but not on FOX
Silencing the media, aligning with terrorist nations
Attacking minorities with military occupations
History lessons when I was a kid
Watching him do what Hitler did
Vengeance to all who have resisted
Stopping wars that never existed
Poisonous words no time to detox
Presented as truth by the fiction of FOX
Changing the department of education
To the department of indoctrination.
Destroying the truth that is taught in schools
Backed by uneducated MAGA fools
Nothing but lies each time he talks
But it will be presented as truth by FOX
One man looking to wear a crown
Turning America upside down
No use for the poor, the elderly or the ill
No conscience at all when ordering a kill
Steal from the people when opportunity knocks
You won’t see the truth on bootlicking FOX
story blooming,
on the edge of a thought
struggling, incapable
unqualified, mostly vulnerable
to the midnight still
stars in pieces of sapphire
crisp and clean
dancing across the skies
remembering the love, alive
a fire on the inside
melancholic verses, visions
epiphanies in sighs
caressing the timeless notes
prayers on holy rhythms
blending with purple
symphonies,
revealing to the spirit
sweet intimacy
bold as the moon, who sees
everything
and still shines
in spite of the darkness
and its obscurity
in spite of the deafness
found beyond the wind
singing through the trees
limbs like grey fingers
reaching beyond the meaning
of darkness
to the promise of a dream
a heart, robbed
of its heartfelt
a heart, drowned
by the rivers of silence
feelings muted
by the colored breath
echo on the night
feeding the spirit
its eternal sight
whispering to me
of destinies, inviting
me to hear
the heartfelt who is still
like a river’s brow
beating against the banks
where laughing words
and deafened poems
pour from her waters
wet as dew
and just as true
she rises and reminds me
there is truth
in the winsome breath
a loved song,
stirred by the murmurs
streams of real
flowing from the hills,
rushing to remember
rustling like December
Christmas dreams
receding into the distant
heat, where the sturdy feet
of wind, singing free
guides the night on
through the weeks, eternity
rising in the spirit
eternity, with the One
who speaks
when everything we seek
is still, a quiet leaf
a silent stream
a still, cool grief
on and on, so weak
clinging to my soul
shy as a melody
her truth a peace
weeping
on the edges of a week
when she hurt
like the dry, stale seeds
who will never grow
infertility – menopausal
pieces of grief
darkness seeping through
to bite into the hues
of memories
turned blue, memories
of me and you.
Future Prospects
Is it possible at once to defeat and be overcome by the disease?
Such extravagant forebodings dwindle in the fear of moment,
like a great visitation of the past that dwarfed the mayhem of WWI,
wonder if libertarians had qualm with “Spanish” Flu, or accepted it
as a benign nomenclature for a deadly virus wiping millions east and west.
But I'm showered with anxiety over the news of climbing toll and hospital shortages
while experts warn this is 'tip of the iceberg', but not any iceberg, why I suddenly feel they
all have Titanic in mind and the boats' shortages. Do not give tamely to plague of fears,
my mind searching frantically for the desire for courage that thrives in the heart of every great
calamity, for sure future's window stays resolutely closed without it, call it an unqualified view
of our future prospects vested in our present isolation and self-imprisonment, in the midst of our sadness and bewilderment, recognizing the enormity of the challenge ahead, posing as an
existential threat, a recurring nightmare stealing the fortunes of present generation, rudely
disrupting their routines, but hopefully only a dent on their dreams
they argued over nothing
as if there was no tomorrow
unqualified feelings of rejection
reciprocation hurt and unbridled anger
alcohol infused the situation
amplified anxiety and fearful desolation
terrorized emotions and reason
eventually they looked at the bleak picture
they were presenting
and it looked surreal in deception
until splashes of black resolved
for colours of the rainbow to remerge
over trials of a difficult year
they had forgotten themselves
had looked after everybody else’s needs
misplaced the key to their hearts
but they kept on talking
in honesty
without reservation
and were rewarded
to find out that their love was infinite
and the fire of marriage eternal
as they renewed their vows
Requiem of a Phoenix
Silhouettes and storm clouds loom,
etched against a blackened sky
by bolts of electric blue
and ashen moon rays.
I mourn at dusk; the death of the light.
Languid flames dance
from tree to tree,
as a passing of the torch
to the sacrificial pyre.
I mourn by fire; the death of the light.
A tormented world in anguish
heaves a guttural howl,
which resonates through the darkness
carving deep channels in tangible silence.
I mourn in song; the death of the light.
Absently numb, I view it all
with a looming realization
that I was never made for this world
captive to flesh and desolation.
I mourn alone; the death of the light.
I surrender to my captivity.
I surrender to the agony.
I surrender to the storm and fire.
I embrace the void.
From the cinders of night
skyward I strain on bolts of electric blue
pursuing the tranquility of the moonlight.
Unqualified freedom granted by absolute loss
is a new captivity.
So mourn I at daybreak, the death of the night.
4/14/17
For Contest: Mythical Creatures
Hosted by: Julia Ward
The Tory an heartless beast no morals.
They harm those that need help most, regardless
Their retarded approach harms less able
their mission to hit the poor the hardest.
Private educated school boys clueless
to those whose lives are spent broke,penniless.
Societys have's, harming the have nots
no fair society just dog eat dog .
Schools with unqualified teachers, how foolish
Doctors surgeries full of sick patients
Disabled blameless discrimination
the homeless punished for being homeless.
Don't be a self serving clueless Tory.
think of others have some humanity.
17052016 sorry mr shakespeare. I just murdered a sonnet
McGee was needin' a drop you see
So he headed on down to the pub
But as he arrived, he heard a small voice
Say " Don't go into that club"
Turning around there he had found
A Nun with her fist in the air
Saying "Don't you know that drinkin' a sin,
A sin your soul can not bare,
And besides that too, it'll rot you guts
Your liver, your teeth and you brain
And if you were smart, if you'd walk away
And never touch it again".
So, McGee then asked the little bold Nun
" Have you ever had even a taste?"
The Nun replied "Of course I've not!"
" Then Sister you haven't a case,
How can you judge, if you're not tried,
You're unqualified, That's what I think"
"Ok "said the Nun "I guess I try one,
But, as long as you go get the drink"
Ok said McGee," What shall it be"
The Nun said "I only know Gin"
McGee said fine, I'll be back in no time.
Wait here, and I'll just pop in"
McGee walked briskly up to the bar
Where he order a pint for himself
The asked for a cup of Gin to go
And make it the best on the shelf
The barman pulled the pint for McGee
Then gave his chin a rub
Said, "Now, don't tell me that drunken Nun
Is still out in front of me pub!
I didn't do nothing
I didn't do enough
I was after fact;
I was feeling inadequate;
I felt like I didn't have a chance to help you out;
I was deficient, faulty felt incompetent ;
I didn't do anything
I didn't do enough
I was lacking incomplete ;
Sketch and unequal spoke;
I had listen to the wrong voice;
Them "thoughts" rob me of my God given propose;
Those feelings those thoughts;
Speaking against my heart;
The negativity, embraced me ;
Inconsiderable I felt lousy;
And yellow like a lemon;
Borderline miserable;
I bear weak I was barring scanty depleted short, I felt defeat;
But I was caring, yet I felt sterile;
In an instant I felt too little and unproductive; unworthy, not helpful walls me what's the use
Why? Did I feel this way;
Because I only had two ways;
One was to encourage you-
Be there for you-
Embrace you-
Be sure for you-
Pray for you-
Just be!
But yet I felt in lack and incapable and unqualified unproductive;
Found wanting I was spares and thought I was failing you;
Because in the moment didn't know what todo or say to you;
It hurts to see you hurt (hurting I don't like that on you;
Where's my Father when I need Him
A heart of mine is hurting and I'm bleeding
When all these feelings of not;
I paused and rested and said to myself (out loud)
Whiles in my heart beats the sound....
I am not inadequate
I did my part (I am here)
if not but only three things I did
I care
I listen
and I was there, I AM HERE
~a thought came to my mind I'm "enough"
cuz GOD DON'T MAKE NOTHING INADEQUATE
HE SPEAKS LIFE AND LOVE IN THAT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH~
12/27/22
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR © 2022
I’m so unworthy, Lord
Your kindness showers my soul
With so many blessings, Lord…
I can always feel Your gentle love
Flowing across my heart, my dreams
Reminding me that You are here
With me, pouring out hope – abundant
Joy that, without You, is only imaginable
Never the wonder that abides
In the praises I feel on the inside
I’m so inadequate, Lord
Yet, you still love and assure me
You will always be available,
Silencing every cloud of doubt
Purifying my thoughts, my feelings
With a love that won’t be defeated
A love that is wise and warm
Sweeter than honey, coloring my heart
In hues of compassion, love everlasting
I’m so unqualified, Lord
To serve the One who gave me love
Love that I can never describe with words
Love so abundant it lights the whole world
With serenity and grace, stirring up faith
That guides and abides on the inside
Filling my entire life with meaning, desire
Anticipation of that enlightenment
That frees me and relieves me of all doubt
Silencing every fear – wiping away each tear
With love that fights the darkness
In hues of sincerity and insight – blessings
Rained down from the heavens
Abundant and alive – inspiring wonders
I’m nothing, dear Jesus…
But You still love me so completely
With a love that breathes motivation
Stimulation and creativeness
Into this heart who is so very thankful
Because You gave me a second chance
To be the daughter who knows You as…
Savior, Creator – love more powerful
Than any feeling or thought, so strong
The comprehension never lets you go
It always bestows gentle love, kind hope
Faith that believes beyond any hesitation
With a belief that has not one reservation
I’m nothing, beloved King…
Yet, with you, I am a daughter of royalty
Descendant of the King of Kings
Servant of the One who frees and relieves
The One who my heart is forever thankful to know
The One who makes my life delight and hope
The One who abides inside where I can grow
Closer than a brother, closer than a friend, closer
To the One who saved me from my sin!
Thank you, Jesus – For giving me this gift
Life everlasting – life that is blessed by You
The answer to my prayers – my pleas
For a love that lives on through eternity!