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The Park Bench
I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die
When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears
I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended
When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene
The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway
Drawing love on paper in may
Everything always leads back to this
Sitting on the floor searching for the words
But everything is empty
Empty thoughts, empty hopes, empty heart
Wondering how you got here
But there was no path
There was no trigger
Just sudden nothingness
You wonder how long this time
A couple hours, days, weeks, months?
And that's what makes it the worst
Not knowing when you'll feel again
And just when it becomes unbearable you wake up
And today you feel
You get out of bed and have breakfast
You have the energy to clean your room
You reach out to people
Things are finally looking up
It's been weeks of feeling alive again
And for a moment you think maybe it's permanent
And for a moment you feel weightless
But then it happens
You wake up feeling empty
All the relief and happiness is gone
And the dreadful realization sets in
That this will be your constant cycle
Because everything always leads back to this
One day I'll drive there.
On the way
I'll tell my wife about the Modoc woman,
who lived outside the city,
above a sea lion rookery.
She taught me a Klamath-Modoc prayer:
“I want you animals to know, open your eyes,
a hungry man has killed one of you.
One day we will find out
what happened to its spirit
then we will go meet with it,
for it was my brother.”
She rowed a boat on the spume
of the wild cove waves.
I knew her, she had the way of truth in her.
When I get to the Redwoods,
I'll visit her clapboard home.
Look for her twelve year old Ford truck,
her briny patch of hand-reared garden,
her small surf-riding boat.
The sheriff reported her, `missing in transit.'
Maybe she went off
with that son-of-a- jailbird
who had twice tried to kill her.
I'll take the back roads, getting lost
until we reach the ocean.
When we get to Crescent City,
we'll sit by the harbor and watch the sea lions
savoring their deep throated funk.
I'll tell my wife I love her,
and she will taste the salt of my words.
Zest moves fond fest in profound feel,
Quest works the best in poignant thrill.
Joy works employ to cast fine play,
Toy happy ploys in visual say.
Poise in sure voice as echoes hint,
Choice beyond noise flavours bold mint.
Come heed the psalm as wise words call,
Sum in brief hum through sweet and gall.
Know what life shows in mystic hymn,
Glow in swift flow just like a dream.
See what may be a certain ease,
Free heart's fond spree with lasting peace.
Word for word chant your visual stance,
Be what you want as soul moves trance.
Strange yet is change in time and space,
Pulse in deep range moves sanguine face.
Come to know truth in precious theme,
Sum tact as proof of timeless dream.
Leon Enriqurz
07 October 2016
Singapore
In the depths of the sea lie hidden secrets,
Untold stories, where my mind reigns,
There, where stars compete in heights,
I seek answers, lost in abysses and lights.
Stop, traveler, from the desperate search,
No longer chase mysteries with a trembling heart,
No longer count the days until the earth stops,
For the truth you seek is found within yourself.
There are secrets flowing through my veins,
Untold stories, where my thoughts sift,
Silent screams you have never heard,
I wear a mask you never learned.
I am not a monster, nor a villain,
Just a man broken within,
Sometimes, to live a little longer,
I take refuge in the persona you think you know.
What you try to write will never be sketched,
For society does not heed the cry of the marginalized.
You think you sculpt like the Greeks,
But when the art is the artist,
They will lift their sharpest weapon and scrape away the wonders,
They will reshape your words to fit their maneuvers,
And you will remain, searching, searching, in an endless longing.
Stop, traveler, look within yourself,
There lie the divine answers,
In the depths of the sea and the heights of the stars,
Only the shadows of your eternal soul are reflected.
I'm thankful Lord for you still keeping me here
for you saving my soul I no longer have to live in fear
I'm no longer ashamed to praise your righteous holy name
ever since you came into my life I knew I wouldn't be the same
I'm thankful for my bad times I'm thankful for the good
I wouldn't give away what you blessed me with even if I could
you've given me the strength to make it threw it threw each day
I won't complain if someone wrongs me cause you said
VENGEANCE IS MINE I WILL REPAY
I'm thankful in all things both negatives and positives
your son Jesus showed me how I should live
I'm just thankful O Lord with what you blessed me with
you gave me eternal life & blessed me with a lyrical gift
I come to your throne to praise & honor your greatness
you've given me a loving heart & taught me to be patient
if I ever needed a reason to follow you I now believe
cause when I called on your name you set me free
I cry out to you O Lord from this poem of choice
you called out, I answered, I recognize ya voice
I can't thank you enough for you unconditional love
but I give thanks to you now for this heavenly
gift you gave me from above
It must be clear that God's involvement with a nation or people does not exempt them from their insistent practice of human frailties and evil deeds. Moreover, as one of his many mortal creatures, you and I would agree that we fall so short of His Divine Standard for our lives. In spite of my shortcoming and occasional misdeeds, God is not 'finished' with me yet. It must be equally clear that God is a most loving and patient God, but there is a point of final judgment for individuals as well as nations. At this writing, it does not appear that we have reached that point.
There is no denying that historically, America as a nation has indeed done some atrocious things of which I am ashamed. I will not address those matters here. My point here is limited to the fact that historically, America has always acknowledged the Judeo-Christian God in its major documents.
Also, this nation and the Christian church has held a Biblical worldview for centuries.
God our Maker has always invited us to call His attention to the words He has spoken and written. May we do no less in calling upon our nation to be accountable to the words it has written. In reality, my faith in America is Faith in America's God.
And I say in closing, if for any reason there is a notion that God is finished with America, think again. Indeed, both our nation and the church in America have much to be desired. But no! I do not believe that God has allowed us to lose our 'God Positioning System'. Oh, yes indeed; there is great cause for concern. But make no mistake my friend; God is alive and well in the church and in America as a nation. Again, God is not finished with us yet. God does indeed bless the nation whose God is the Lord. May The Lord ever be our God, and may He continue to bless our nation.
05202017cjPS
My Lord, my God;
Merciful Father
I come before thee
Father, restore me;
forgiver of all whims,
forgiver of all my sins,
and all my shames
you even know my name;
Come into my life please,
Father restore me;
O' great is thy are(great you are)
You are ever beautiful by far;
As a fallen star, please Lord;
Father, restore me;
Humbly I come before thee O Lord;
Humbly I ask your forgiveness;
God
Humbly I repent of these things;
Of the sins, which I've part taken in;'
merciful Father;
I am sorry
Father restore me
God for all those sins I've done;
from conception on...
I've repented of them all;
I am so sorry Lord;
On the tree, the cross you bleed and died for me so...
Humbly I repent of these things;
Of the sins, which I've part taken in;'
merciful Father;
I am sorry O God
Father, please restore me
7/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Father told me how to walk and talk,
Now I take his hand to walk.
I remind him how to talk.
He knows no words, I teach him.
He doesn't remember the time.
The time is gone.
Once, he was a father.
Once I was the child he never taught.
Once he took my hand to walk to the park.
Today, I take his arm to go downstairs.
He taught me words I couldn't understand them, but now I teach him words to remember.
He said to me as child, make a wooden cup for the grandpa because he is old and he will breake it. I thought that maybe he has to make a special one for him for not to be broken.
My mind changed, and I met my mum, who told me.
Never change your principles and take his hand when he won't be able to even walk.
That will make your aura to be pure and your hand will be taken as you deserve.
I k i s s
the lips
of
midnight
& sigh a
verse
of your heat...
how must
I hold myself
from
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
your dusk
with warm wet words
as this quill
quickens
to tongue-tease,
twist it
deep into your
throbbing heart
longing,
craving,
aching,
for I want every
part of your metaphor
in my mouth
~ to be mine ~
Inking me
softly but firmly
until dawn
learns to release
its
gold
in
honeyed hues...