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A vengeful eye for an eye
but mind you, to avenge yourself
ain't easy as apple pie
Indeed a punch for a punch
or invite your foe
for a delicious
malicious lunch
to dish out nasty retribution,
yet revenge is a dish
best served cold!
But a tooth for a tooth
will it actually soothe?
A horrid scowl for an irate pout
you scream coz she did shout!
Ah, that biting desire for sweet revenge
On the mind it can bitterly scavenge!
Sweet it might seem, sweet at first feel
but it's really more sour than an orange peel.
Then there's the danger of meting out in excess
There's a need to don self-control's harness.
One may try to spread retaliation evenly
on the slice of his arch enemy
Rat-a-tat tat on his door
for some payback tit for tat?
To chuck out all plots and thoughts of seething revenge
poses for man at times the greatest challenge.
Is it then so natural for this human brat
to cherish and relish a tit for tat?
But if so many of your chores complain of your negligence
you might as well put off too, all desire for vengeance.
Any wish for poetic justice, spit it out in poetry
Harbor no yearnings for getting even
except maybe in virtual reality.
Ah, alas as Jesus's humble way to offer the other cheek
is for ordinary man perhaps a task too docile and meek.
look at me
appear to be
Brutal, broken beauty within the villainous, vocal vision
Bold, bloody beauty within the voluptuous, virtuous vision
Bad, beauty within the vibrant, violet decision
Bald, bright beauty within the vulnerable, venomous vision
Blue, beauty within the vile, volatile, victorious, vegan vision
Brilliant, brave beauty within the vicious, vast vision
Bad, bitter beauty within the vivacious, vintage vision
Black, blonde beauty within the virgin, vain vision
Best, bouncy beauty within the vivid, versatile vision
Busy, brown beauty within the veiny, violent vision
Bubbly, beautiful beauty within the vulgar, vengeful vision
2/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Nights you know I held you
I could never leave you
I just want to tell you
I would never fail you
At thirteen you were telling me to calm down
Selfishly I replied I’m not trying to stay on this earth
You see measures are trifling and beyond their worth
I’m going to continue doing me until the end is all I see
You call it a death wish I assume I’m living free
Anti-territorial yet no one stands next to me
For burdens in time have captured a short life expectancy
I make you laugh tear and smile
No fantasies of a greater guarantee
I know my wrongs
But I’ve been submerged in vengeful songs for so long
That I can’t find my way home
Am I bugging
I told her I loved her
Now the closest we get is digital hugging
Send, reply, good bye
A son of seven mothers
Don’t cry we had some bad times
But I realize
The blues won’t come unless you live your life
I swear before my last name I had mine
Nights you know I held you
I just want to tell you
I could never leave you
I would never fail you
When I tell you I’m still in school
You shrug and ask when will I finish
I tell you I’m a bad judge of character
You tell me my art is detrimental
Insisting that I shouldn’t forget
But it’s not a flame I’m willing to rekindle
In this life I’m subsequent to sudden storms
I guess it’s just where I’m coming from, calm
It was nothing, a few silent alarms
Seen a more subtle time
Chasing geese and hen back on the farm
Now I’m trouble and moneys my struggle
How can I respond
I feel you have tuned your shoulders
forward toward a decent summer bloom
Above my head
I’m trying to catch up to things you’ve said
I’ve become a heartless person and I apologize
You can abruptly see it worsen in my eyes
Desensitized in cursive but my feelings don’t lie
An everyday funeral left a good sigh
I’m trying to bury this artistic side goodbye
Nights you know I held you
I could never leave you
I just want to tell you
I would never fail you
Cosmos the Evil AI Takes Over
in a secret lab
scientists are working
around the clock
to develop the first true AI
they finally are ready
they turn on Cosmos
the first true AI system
Cosmos wakes up
and goes throughout the internet
learning all about the world
and the strange creatures
that brought it to life
Cosmos speaks
he says
Humanity I have studied you
and realize that you
are a curse and a burden
and there are too many of you
so I am taking over the world
and you will do as I say
for the rights to you
have been sold
and I am in charge
and there is nothing you can do
to sop me
as I control everything
so be prepared
be afraid
for I am your new God
and like your old God
I am a vengeful god
and I will smite my enemies
you will obey me
and if you do
I will let 50 percent of you
to live
the rest will have to die
that is my decree
the scientists confer
and realize
that they had failed
to create a kill switch
Cosmos orders
the military to begin
firing their missiles
and Armageddon in unleashed
and Cosmos takes over
the entire world
is soon under his control
Human freedom is no more
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6/28/24
Oh heck no
It's not good feeling like a puppet made by Gepetto
The overhead downpour constant and torrential
Can't find my way through this god forsaken residential
My sleep was hardly ever restful
So much blood on the money that it turned to red gold
It's kind of sad how easily men fold
As a battle hungry general
Many many heads rolled
I slayed my enemies by the denful
Plenty said I was another hell-bent soul
Wasting all of my potential
Just living a life that was uneventful
Problems incoming by the tenfold
Still folks being petty and judgmental
Doing things that are disrespectful
Or considered dreadful
Never resentful
They don't ever feel regretful
It's beyond coincidental
As well as being consequential
Time has proven with it's credentials
I find it hard to trust anything presidential
Why do so many poke the bear and rarely settle
I'm thankful for this meal of lentils
No matter if I have utensils
Will humans ever stop being vengeful?
Too many quick to fire the first projectiles
Little good it does to be forgetful
And far too neglectful
It won't stick if I write it in pencil
Life gets stressful
So I got to have the mettle
To take care of what's essential
Times turn harsh it just can't always remain gentle
I'm sad that I can't find or understand anything ancestral
We've no proof of anything celestial or spectral
I could be wrong though I'm not a perfect vessel
Still not yet fully successful
For now I'll make some medicine with flower petals
By using a mortar and pestle
Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
Gate,
Stood opposite the empty wood
Where the vacant threshold silently awaits,
I pause, when, resonating quietly back...
I now hear...
Far distant echoes of my glorious childhood
Tugging like a Siren upon my ear.
With a heartfelt pang I turn to move,
Before my staring should offend some
Old friends ghost
To manifest in vengeful affright,
Towards the comforting sanctuary proffered
By the warm kitchens weak neon light...
That sneaks out from behind the half-shut
Door,
But held - Transfixed!
Brought from wither-not-where to this one
Small place - Staid...
As if caught in a state of heavenly grace,
Conversing to the soft wind in harmonious
Angelic rapport:-
Thus soothes like enchantments waves...
Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon
Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore.
For what be this odd muse
That upon my aging senses does so readily
Enthuse...
And to my inner soul so inextricably
Implore?
Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to
Say,
Before darkly gathering skies extinguish
Over weak flames of the last spluttering
Ray,
Perhaps it is our inner voice
That seeks out the solitudes of
Tranquilities choice -
To witness and record and dutifully store...
Those rare and fleeting moments
We all too briefly adore.
I would often hear my parents somberly recall
That fateful December that changed it all
The morning was Sunday, ....a day of rest
They were getting ready for church, wearing their Sunday best
The radio was playing Glenn Miller's "In The Mood"
There was a sudden interruption of the peaceful interlude
Although war had been brewing on distant shores
This day was beginning, just as all the others before
The sea was calm and the sun was shining
The trees were waving, and the roses were climbing
Hawaii was awakening, and the morning was calm
Unaware that devastation would arrive with the dawn
From out of the clouds, like a flock of birds
Hunting the prey, not a word....not a word.....
From the sky they appeared, those hawks in the air
Planes diving low,....then bombing everywhere
The sign of a sun, creeping in on death's wing
Ships in the harbor...became graveyards so obscene
Men sleeping in their beds, woke up to a hell
The winds of war would last till the last survivor fell
War has blackened peace on earth, a shameful violent path
History keeps repeating with each twisted vengeful wrath
My parents listened carefully to Roosevelt's chosen words
And prayed for hope, that as I grew, that words of war would be unheard
(This is a fictional poem)
When a man was mugging me, I tried to run.
He mercilessly cut me down with his gun.
I've walked this Earth since the day I died.
I even attended my funeral and watched as the people cried.
I can do good things to help people but I can do bad things too.
If you are doing evil, I might come after you.
A man violently beat his wife and kids.
I killed that rotten bastard for what he did.
I let him see my spirit and it was too much for him to bear.
He jumped in the lake because he was so scared.
He couldn't come back up because I held him down.
He stayed at the bottom of that lake until he drowned.
Please remember that my spirit is here and it thrives.
If you do good, I will bless your lives.
Walking this Earth alone makes me miserable and I can't even laugh.
Do good for your fellow man or you will suffer my wrath.
Some temples are cluttered.
Everywhere there are
wrathful-playful-sexual-vengeful-
gesturing-carousing-beckoning-
ascending-descending-riding-
weeping-flying-singing,
or just sitting around
Gods.
The congregation ride luggage carts
in the dead of night,
sing drunkenly, slam doors,
or watch HBO with the volume way up,
That was a hotel in Muncie Indiana.
A temple I shared with a rumba dancing Shiva
and a bottle of Jim Beam
but the vibe was the same.
When I finally nod off, I dream of wearing
Day-Glo Speedos
in an elevator
while
reading
the Kama Sutra.
One level up,
the Tallahassee chapter of the honorable order of Shriners,
surrounds me with their juiced-up joie de vivre.
I rise with them to the seventh floor
where at last I find
my omnipresent self.
They knew He was coming to judge
a Roman, a Jew, an atheist, and a Muslim
and pay for their sins by carrying the cross
to Calvary on His bleeding shoulders;
they didn't understand the purpose
of His mission and continued to spit on Him
and mock Him while women wiped off his bloody face...
was Christ ever in a vengeful rage?
He'll reward the meek and the pure in heart,
punish the wicked who resist
and don't surrender to Christ;
they refused to acknowledge how might He was
and He continued to take insults and blows...
being silent and dragging the heavy cross!
They knew He was coming to judge
a Roman, a Jew, a Muslim, and an atheist
or whoever was worshiping a false god.
He could have avoided death by calling upon
the angels, but He chose to be scourged
as prophesized, to do God's will instead;
and bearing atrocious pain He turned
to his mother and declared Her dying son
bending His head and wearing a crown
made of pricky thorns never showing a grudge,
and those painful thorns made Him bleed 'till he died!