My lines
Written for you
For love
My world without you
I am nothing
My breath
With you
My heart
With you
For a pinch
I came to you
Everything
Hidden in two words
My freedom
Has found a place in my heart
I am nothing
You are that
I am nothing
You are that
The darkness must leave this land
The loneliness waiting in the shadow of eternity
My destiny is you
LOVE you
A breath
My crushed heart in my soul
A wild fire
A volcano
Behind a wall
My silent screams
And in the songs of tired children
You are that
The one I've been waiting for
You are that
The one I miss
Like a raindrop
My wet eyes
Be my rain
Come and wet my eyes
My rain Come, strike my heart
You are a rose
In my lonely garden
Be my rain
Be my rain
Girls nowadays are lazy
This generation is so crazy
Selling out their body, just because of money
Thinking it's fun, living like it's funny
They're living in a hurry, trying to please society
Living a cunning lifestyle
Thinking they're wise and fine, they're just bite and spit.
Boys nowadays are very desperate
Not determined or patient
They want to be on the top
Without having what it takes
Doing things that gives instant gratification
Making them live in stagnation
When things don't go their way
They start constituting nuisance in the nation.
Parents nowadays are nonchalant
Don't want to know the source
Of their children's income
Steady inputting pressure on you
When they see your mate
Doing better than you
Awaken the spirit of exploit
Instead of the spirit of creativity and productivity.
Our leaders nowadays are selfish
Their only concern, is their family
Steadily gathering generational wealth
While the nation is shapeless
Insecurities and joblessness everywhere
No infrastructure for growing the economy
Causing the nation to suffer from inflation.
I'm in a room where everyone is pouting on a Mask but I don't fit in because I'm not covering myself with one so everyone hates me for being real what they don't know is that the are too many different spirits in me. A personalty is constantly shifting. I'm the most Hamble but acts differently the next minute. As I move round, in and out of different rooms with each having masked faces i stumbled across one with out a Mask and I thought I found the one a soul mate just didn't know she was my cell mate she wore a the most perfect mask that you can't see with your naked eyes she was the Masked malice by the time I found out it was to late cos she had already stabed me in the back the moment I turned she had a bow with an arrow on fire pointing straight to my heart . It's funny cos I still thought she was playing even after the stabe in the back I still felt her now she has an arrow pointing at my heart but I smile and made the wrong move that is when the arrow pissed through the heart. At the moment of death i saw that angel I feel in love with but that was just a glimpse with the eye of death i saw through her and realised it was just Masked malice that I feel into
You carry suitcases full of makeup
But I guess it just takes a lot
When you have to apply it to both faces
A pair of lips to kiss
A warm body to hold
Snuggled together
Against the cold..
A little sigh
A little moan
Now’s the time
To leave them alone.
Come the dawn
It’s no surprise
To see them both
With love bruised eyes.
an Old Testament
should’ve been in the book
perfect
as a quote
in parables
my sayings have you twisted
says she wants the wife’s dead
but please keep them around
shoot the husband’s
says it Old Testament style
an Old Testament mind
Baglol Bajirao Mastani,
Dewani Mein Dewani...
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
A limerick needn't end with just one verse
A whole new pattern could very well emerge
A story in fact
Four verses to be exact
It opens up a whole new poetic universe
So as of this day, I'm on this new kick
Don't want to wind up with limericks too slick
Just add a new twist
With a flick of the wrist
With more than one verse my mind goes adrift
A chance to expand to new ideas up ahead
Create whole stories where I once feared to tread
Little vignettes
As creative as it gets
Not bound by limitations but freedom instead
Who would have thunk it after all this time
A new and exciting format to challenge my mind
Exploring new vistas
Maybe get into mischief
Gonna write, write, write, until I go blind
Muted my mouth open I yell, I Scream, & Shout;
-My ears are closed my mind is filled with doubt;
Emotions variances clouded judgment at naught;
Clarity's beholden it juggernauts;
And where do I stand while I'm falling;
And what do I listened to as I'm crawling;
Covid are the breathe that breathes not;
Lost are those souls that repented not;
7/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
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Trip
Hotels
Room Service
Very expensive
It is very slow
They mess up my order
Why they no give me burger
I give room service zero stars
I hate everybody in hotel
Surprise mothers of Jesus, i'm Chinese
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Sexual love
What do you do when your lover is a thief?
What could I do smitten as I was by her sexual allure
she looked like Marilyn Monroe but lacked her
honesty and innocence while my lover as a taker Marilyn
was a giver, but what could I do?
She was a sickness a cold that would not go away, I often
left her in anger vowing not to return, but I did
despised myself as I sold my car to keep her in style and
expensive restaurant.
Every bad situation comes to an end she knocked
down by a speeding car, the one I had sold.
With my last money I bought a big wreath her mother cried
I was glad she had gone which brought on a depression
because no one had done it as good as her.
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