Our community has become diluted.
Where there was once connection?
The remains are septic and disheveled.
It’s sad to see this behavior in action,
witness emptiness eclipsing synergy.
We all lose when we feed distraction.
Multiple pens feed a seed for artistry,
people show up but remain divided.
I don’t see how this will inspire poetry.
Thank you for the platform provided,
regardless of a mission so misguided.
*QUOTES MISGUIDED SCHEMES
Crypt overture of pulsate streams;
Vocalized quotes misguided schemes;
Relentless, protested passions fruits;
Disabled absolutes mentions groups;
Dilly-Tally atop the hoses saddle;
Strip and stratal above camel’s hump;
Smoking, inhaling mystical clouds bong;
The kiss, the breath, the life of God in battle:
Pacing/placing hells choice fires/smoke lump;
Now the vessels growing cancer ratter;
Yon choice matters, now setters;
Crypt overture of pulsate streams;
Vocalized quotes misguided schemes;
Relentless, protested passions fruits;
Disabled absolutes mention groups;
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Compassion for evil
Is hatred for the good
And yet people clamor for unity
With heads buried
In the sand
As day after day
Wave after wave
Washes over
Leaving bodies
Broken, bloodied and bruised
With all life taken
In its rising tide
And ever hateful wake
(12/18/25)
A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much
To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling
A error (most grave!) though he was only human as
Anne Lise put on shaky…Yet effects are far reaching, through many a century..’ As I will
Here put this man’s work on the whole was good’ yet I’d not give a whit to the devil..’ if
I do? Then condemn me, that things may be
That be well understood.’ Consider Joseph in
The Egypt of old, who gathered the grain and
Kept it as gold, slowly he took all the people did
Hold, then put them in usury.. Was God really
Glad? It says much of the world that he”s a
Hero at all. Do we have inbuilt moral decrepitude? What say ye all.?
Veracious vanity about victories over
veils shows vain values corrupted by
vicious volatile villains in hopes for
votive to vindicate,
Grossly gluttons gain grains over
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities,
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily
drawing delusional dimwits to drown
devishly in damnation,
Multimedia manipulates millions
maliciously magnifying multitudes of
mass misguided many,
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered
logistics layering subliminal taxations
lowering lifestyles lived by the
Land of the Limited.
There is a misguided feel
Stuck deep down
I can hear uncertainty
I can see it in my heart
I can smell the horror
I can breathe it in my lungs
I can taste the disgust
I can feel it in my skin
There is ignorance all over
And the misguided feel is right
It is no secret!
That this country is still racist,
White, Black, Yellow, Brown and Red.
When all we see is colored faces!
For most our ignorance’s,
conjure illusions were not racist.
While some masquerade
in an attempt to misguide!
Some parade to protest
with riot in disguise!
Every day! Every day! Every day!
We display racism toward others,
we deem difference than,
by how we think,
transferring thoughts into behavior.
Racism is everywhere!
It is at work,
it is at school,
it is on TV,
and all over the news.
It is podcast on the radio
and on social media too!
It is all around us,
it surrounds us!
We project around with no realization,
that were all racist,
simply by our own fears,
emotions, and actions.
As stereotypical individuals,
whose attitude reflects it,
were just too judgmental
of others to recognize it.
Our own mystery
is no secret,
that we are racist too!
Release the world from your faulty perceptions,
And all the threatening things you believe it to be.
We see the world through our own tinted lenses.
Only the things we look for, are the things that we see.
When we question the origin of misguided beliefs,
They cannot hold up to scrutiny’s piercing gaze.
When exposed, they cauterize our gaping wounds by
Forgiving the sins, releasing the pain in a glorifying blaze.
The devil is in the details.
It's a house of cards built on shifting sand.
Release one false belief and let
The rest collapse in your trembling hand.
Copyright © Chula Fleming 8/10/24
In the hollows of power’s grip,
where shadows twist the heart’s cry,
there—mights build thrones on backs bent,
where abuse wears the mask of guidance,
control, a cloak woven with the thread of fear.
Power thrives in silence, feeding on the unspoken.
Manipulation, subtle as the serpent’s whisper,
curls around dreams, tightening,
threats drip, venomous, eroding hope,
indifference, a cold moon, shuns the warmth
of a shared sun, selfishness seizes, tight-fisted,
squelching the laughter of the young, the joy of the old.
The beauty of a soul, effaced,
a canvas scrubbed too raw,
bearing the brutal strokes of unkindness—
yet, beneath this, a pulse, a flicker:
resilience, a defiance against the night,
rising, always rising, despite the crush of the dark.
Every generation goes through a new type of segregation. Different problems but the same level of responsibility never taken; At least not from the ones who are supposed to claim it. The ones in charge have the power to change things, they have it all but take advantage of the people who work hard to get what they cannot keep. Our pockets are wiped clean, our purity turns to darkness and our hearts harden; its the only way to survive what we deal with in our streets. You may think you run your life, but in reality we're all puppets, controlled by someone from behind the scenes. Its the ugly truth so many choose to act blind then see. But we're not blind, all we have to do is open our eyes. We're apart of the problem and its time we stop assisting in the mass genocide. Lets make a plan for all our sakes; we are the 99% which means the odds are in our favour. The 1% cannot take us, its times we show them the monsters they've created. The damage to us is already done, but we can pave a path much better for the generation's to come. Allow our children to be proud of the people they become, give to them what was not given to us. Many regrets but this will not be one.
"Know your worth"--
But they never tell you
Whose eyes to look through.
Tussel for power trained her tongue to sharpen
Tact resistant throat bellowed careless scorn
Potential friends' impressions began to darken
Sharpness of wasabi, harsh memories injected
Frontal lobe numbed, chased non existant dawn
Self image slashed, frayed fragments protected
Overpowering was triumph, in her odd summation
Trampling perspective romance, before it was born
Aggression shrugged on, hard armor of domination
Swooping on prey with strident screech, hook talons
Flashing vengeance at every turn, a bandied sword
Combating stance slices hearts in half, no challenge
Her hurtful words were weapons, feelings' neglect
Evil clenched a crusted clump, grew gross, ignored
Repugnant bulge, cancerous cruel crept unchecked
Charm which lured folks religiously, flung them ruthless
Ice in vicious veins fed malicious mouth, a habit abhorred
Path obscured by pain unresolved, killed kind maneuvers
15th September
... For Ace.....
It feels misguided,
yet I do not feel misled,
to aspire to fame, measured in assets
and/or in power to influence others,
capital and social benefits
possibly acquiring famous
and infamous allies
in glorious success
and
ingloriously dramatic defeat
of naked front page stories.
It feels safer
and healthier
for resiliently wealthy outcomes
to aspire to unnoticed integrity
with other win/win healthy players--
neighbors earn extra safety points.
Finally,
or even partially, realizing
it is for this we are born
and yet belong already
sacred subjects more than secular objectives,
sympathetically with,
and compassionately of,
living Earth
Both humane naturally competitive interest
and divine spiritually cooperative
multicultural co-investment.
conjoins mind- rips thought process from my soul as it relegates my life
my choice what I choose-scripted molecules embrace–misguided persons
12/30/2019
For ku duet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One |
Are You Misguided Or Wise?
Written: by Miracle man
12-27-2019
Words too quickly spoken expose our thoughts,
words convey our ideas which are often ersatz.
We carefully parse and throw at others as darts,
because the tongue speaks what fills our hearts.
God is the one who has granted us our voices,
HE also gave us freedom to make word choices.
To be used to glorify HIM, and blessing of others,
without intent to hurt neither stranger or brothers.
Our speech exposes each, as being misguided or wise,
and what a heart dishes no tongue can disguise.
We’re exposed each time, when in anger, we lash out,
because an unbridled tongue isn’t wholly devout.
James 3:8-10 King James Version (KJV)
8 But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.
9 Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.
10 Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.
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