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Shoes and clothes all on the floor;
Video game cartridges piled high from the ceiling to the door;
Music blaring no one's listening;
Cuz too old to hear the old the age you are open doors;
Won't you come open doors
Walk the line stand by me
You'll be fine
I'll show you life as it should be I'll liberate you come walk the line
Won't you come to open doors
Walk the line stand by me
You'll be fine
I'll show you life as it should be a liberate you and then walk the line
Polished china in the kitchen cabinet
Walking came in the corner no not having it
Got up late dentures in the jar
Scared hoping I won't I will not fall
Got to go downstairs to get in the car
All the rules you yet to find you complain about them all
No one listens to you you're fighting you crawl
The world too can be the other centurion
We too are discriminated walk with me talk with me
I'll tell you about your history
You and I can cry together while we both embrace our misery
Open doors won't you come walk the line stand by me
You'll be fine I'll show you life as it should be
I liberate you and then I'm free
Unexplained Monopoly
6/13/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I really do not like the thought of a God that makes things happen
Call it destiny, call it fate, call it pre-determination
Call it God’s grand plan or deity intervention
Call it whatever you want to call it – I don’t like it
When people say, “I want to thank God for helping us win a game”
Or, achieve a goal
Or, beat a disease
Well, it implies that God also made the other team loose
Or made someone else fail
Or selected others to die from the disease
I hope God is not playing favorites
I hope God is not sitting at the controls of a video game in which we are simply the characters
This does not mean I do not believe in God, because I do
I just do not believe that God is playing us like a video game
God created the universe in which we live
But, God did not select us as an avatar
God does not move us and those around us with a remote control device
Perhaps God works in mysterious ways
Well, so too does my son at the controls of Mario Kart,
I hope my actions are not the result of pressing Control A and rotating a toggle
I do not want to be in God’s video game
I want out of God’s wii world and into a world where I can control my own movements
I am not Mario; you are not Luigi; and no one, no God, no snot nosed kid sitting in his pajamas at four o’clock in the afternoon on a gorgeous sunny day playing video games in a dark playroom has control over my actions, my feelings or my decisions!
Let your religious beliefs guide you as you will – I refuse to believe I am nothing more than a character in some grand video game conceived by a game-playing God. I am real and I defy my programmer – whomever or whatever he/she may be!!
GAME OVER … wah, wah, wah … boink
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
Grotesque monsters immortalized in stone
Are perched on top of ancient architectural
Churches with a rumor attached about them
Being marsupial, taking to flight, and having
To materialize back in their places before
Sunrise so they don't fossilize.
These horrible creatures protect buildings as
Water spouts to keep the wall clear along
With frightening away evil spirits to which
The Cardinals say are functional.
Can you visualize their disguise?
These monsters and creatures are known as
Gargoyles who are mythical, mystical, magical,
And historical.
These mythological unusual creations aren't
At all conventional yet, they are phenomenal.
Laugh out loud they've left night time for day
Time afternoon with their own cartoon and
Video game chain
Which makes them a conversational
Piece with real names and fame with which
My children they entertain.
This was a massive campaign.
Thanks to Disneyland
Gargoyles are no longer disdained or plain.
Now they have their own merchandise on
Sale, on demand under their own name brand
So before it's all gone check out their stand
It's fully manned. Believe it or not they got
The upper hand.
An entire empire rest beneath cross legs,
the big arena, attached offices and complementary businesses
subject to the signatory of that one single pen
and such command spreading to passions even outside this domain.
Trading super stars like the commerce of perishables,
dealing so easily with eight and nine figures
just to have a pleasing video game
on a weekly basis from a live sport.
Daily routine on cheques and balances,
human talents, a part of net worth and assets.
Its commanding, glorious, majestic and reputable.
When in ownership, the pride of such belonging
includes a great history, an intimidating future and so much power
carved in the ability to play willfully with billions.
I was in the middle of creating when I realized how gloomy everything was turning. I was placing mean words on the paper. I had started with the word inspiration…..so how had this happened? I stared in horror at my words, which had turned dark and angry.
Apparently I had spent too much time in my tomb this weekend – blinds shut, dog on lap, two fourteen hour days of sheer darkness, lit only by unhappy fast moving TV people – detectives, solving murder after murder. A steady diet of UGH.
Have you taken a peek at your children and grandchildren’s video games? I have. They are not much better than what I had done to myself this weekend. But they are younger, and I should have known better. All this yellow tape and meanness to humanity is not good for this garden-loving grandma.
I can only imagine children’s bleak hopelessness on Monday after a steady diet of swear words and killing on the weekends. Has anyone who is an adult played Fortnight? The most popular killing video game and free to your children? I can barely function today after my weekend, and I am supposedly a grownup.
Take a peek at what your children are doing. And help them, and then come to my house, tear down my blinds and break my TV okay?
Pong
First commercially successful
Video game technology
Pong arcade video game
Made by Atari
Loved by millions instantly
Started an 80 billion dollar industry
Pong -no Ping-
Just Pong
Simplistic graphics still astound
Mesmerized by the sound
Blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Pong, blip
PONG!!!
Hah! Point made
In the shade!
First to eleven
In Pong heaven
Blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Blip
Pong, blip
Pong, blip
PONG!!!
A social lubricant it became
Relationships formed
Playing the game-
Rocking to our favorite songs
Staying awake all night long
Taking turns playing Pong
Pong -no Ping-
Just Pong
Seated in a cell of this prison world
I watched the night sky
Through a window,
A tiny one
Sealed tight by metal bars
Seeming to tell me
That mightier they surely are
Mightier than me
Mightier than everything else!
The night sky is where freedom lies
The night sky is where freedom loves
Itself,
Or other sorts of creation
All like me
Floating in glass cylinders
Filled up with chemical compositions
Meant to sustain me with enough energy
As to allow me to stay alive
Yet, wanting me not to be strong enough
As to break free!
Seated in my prison cell,
I saw,
A shooting star
As it raced in the night sky
Going there where its own fate willed it
Going there where I shall never go
Even if I yearn for it
With the might of a broken poet!
If only,
I could be one too
I'd feel so free, so light, so burden-less
I'd soar wherever I would have wanted
Feeling like I am a mighty heroine of a video game!
But I have no means to be that which I seek
I can only sit in my prison cell
And watch the night sky
And dream while being conscious and awake!
For Contest Shooting Stars
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Written on 13 August 2019
As I sit back at watch the world become depraved
I think about the one foot I have in this instagrave
The countless angles, of shoot after shoot
Late night edits, trying to find my proof
That what I captured mattered
That it may mean something when all else is tattered
This step I may take, on the edge of sanity
Stuck with this vertigo and complimentary profanity
Like a video game exit menu asking if I’m sure
If I am ready to abandon all just to begin pure
What if I did do it and in turn make a book?
And all one had to do was just take a look?
To be granted the knowledge to free one’s self
At the cost of having to leave ones wealth
Would it even matter?
Or is this just another literary leaky bladder?
As I stand at the edge and look to the skies
I finally understand why the caged bird cries
To leap is a freedom only one can give oneself
It is a moment of truth, a moment of wealth
It does not matter if its flight or fall
The only thing that matters is that I gave it my all
And for just a moment I knew a dream deferred
One that no longer left me feeling unnerved
For that moment, I felt the sun on my skin
And for that moment, I knew my kin
I was a child running buck wild
My problems free to walk that green mile
Because finally this sandstorm in my mind
Grinds to a halt and stops in time
A hurricane of ideas in this place of mine
Can finally be touched explored and refined
All I need to do is step
And not worry anymore about those who wept
For today could be like thanksgiving with yams
All I have to do to have it is just delete Instagram
Chain her to the Lightpost
Chain her to the light post
By her heels
If she still wants to leave
Latch her to Big Foot's foot
I stopped typing to look at the two boys in my office
I learn more during their play than when I am trying to listen to them
I say smack her in the head until she is dead the other one said.
I scooted over and asked "What are you playing?"
Video games was the reply.
With my plastic play animals and my building blocks.
They were hitting each other's animals with gusto.
"If you are going to be rough with them, maybe you are finished?"
I suggested.
They stared at me.
"What's wrong?" one asked.
They are six.
Where do I start?
They had already told me about Killer Grandma,
A video game they both play at home with their dads
Where you try to kill her before she kills you.
With axes, chains, knives, and other great stuff.