Of hope, that cloudless dawning
Heart-centred, o'erbright
Its bluebird misrepresented.
When as raven gives fright.
We cannot lean too heavily on words.
They buckle under what we mean to bear.
Too many mouths stand open in the air,
And still the air is torn by what we say.
You told me I misrepresented us.
I asked you how. You said you never wished
To leave. I asked you why you did. You said
You feared that I would stay.
How quickly language makes a blade of breath.
We speak to spare ourselves, and cut instead.
What mercy is there in explaining fear?
Bring wine, my dear. Let silence have its turn.
I will not press the wound to make it clear.
Sit here. I will listen to your staying.
A Relationship Not built On Christ Cannot Endure
For when love is lifted above him, it becomes and Idol,
and every idol eventually falls.
To love God is to give Him the whole heart,
not divided loyalty, not partial surrender
what is built with one foot in faith
and one foot in self
will not stand when the weight of life presses in
Many have been wounded by the
church meant to guide them
For this, Forgiveness is asked,
for men may fail, even while standing in holy places.
Yet do not measure Christ by those who misrepresented him.
Lift your eyes from men and look to him.
Trust Placed in people will disappoint,
but trust rooted in the lord will not be shaken
For he is the Shepherd of the soul,
the foundation beneath every lasting bond,
The Author and Finisher of faith
Do not build on emotion alone,
for emotions shift like sand.
Build on the One who formed the heart itself,
Jesus, the son of the living God.
Blessed is He who was,
who is and who is to come.
Misunderstood misrepresented misery
Spent my youth being told all the ways I am wrong
One day expected to get it all
Disconnected disassociated disgusted
A head attached to a body with warm holes for his pleasure
Smile moan shut up and open wide
These are my twenties
Lost longing lonely
These are my thirties
Rewired rejected resilient
This is late-thirties
Isolation desolation masturbation
Filling my own voids
Patching up my soul
Embracing myself
Sad scared sage
Separate
Settle no more
Seek
Self fulfillment
Safety
Security
Stars lighting up the nights sky
Start over
Somewhere new
Hopeful
Holding space
Heilung & Hecate
Not do bright after all
Glowing like a bulb
Covered way down deep in manure
Misrepresented and posing
as fertile soil
Backed up by so called expert
quasi intellectual bright sparks
types armed with clipboards
pie charts and endless statistics
To keep us all firmly in the dark
Using flattery as a conniving
erstwhile tool to make us all feel
Ipso - facto
De- facto
Tik - Tok - Toe
Aren't we therefore
Er- Go
Also so very , very smart as well
Broken promises, God kind erase them
People’s lying, cheating, promises stolen
Not being honest about their motives
Promises misspoken
Letters unopened
Sentences misrepresented
Stolen blessings
Where do these things come from?
From a fork-tongue
Where do those things of unjust spoken languages come from?
The Father of Lies, Satan
Awaken forgotten dreams
I can remember them
Why? Is it relevant, don’t even care no I don’t
Am I mistaken must be mistaken
I am not a casualty I’m an onslaught positive reverence reality
Broken promises, God kind erase them
People’s lying, cheating, promises stolen
Not being honest about their motives
Promises misspoken
Letters unopened
Sentences misrepresented
Stolen blessings
3/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
They visited my soul,
my sleepless nights.
Demarcated events
that I didn't participate,
events forced me
to feel what I didn't feel...
They offered me love
that misrepresented me,
promised me what
I never wanted... They
Came to me in dreams,
Were unfaithful
to my real wishes,
and after all
they left me unsatisfied
to screw with others
souls...
thank God, everything
It was a dream,
it's over if... !
Rodin’s thinker felt deeply misrepresented in his pose
he had been simply doing his business in privacy but
paparazzis had caught him seemingly sitting on a rock
nothing on his mind but having a pee after a night out
too much beer with his mates in the pub and all that
was on his mind was whether there were painkillers
in the vanity unit to soothe his nauseating hangover
twitter went mad and the tabloids fronted his image
raised him onto the dubious pedestal of iconic status
attested him with clarity of thought and contemplation
he had only been looking at the bathroom mirror and
counting tiles and toothpaste stains in the marble sink
did not mind so much that he was nude in portraits
they painted because the truth must be stark naked
and he was not one to falsify events and their cause
but taking his ablutions out of context made him
feel shame rather than reason for he was abused
in nature’s call and his wife might object but he would
never again sit down on the loo when having a tinkle
10th March 2021
I am always looking for it-but never find it- never? well no not never
but I hardly find it
hardly!
I find it in the oddest places,
What places?
the internet is a tangle of misrepresented thoughts
I am in there - but maybe I shouldn't be?
Maybe you shouldn't
Well If I deleted my facebook account how will people find me?
What people?
People I meet, and wait what were we talking about?
Inspiration.
Oh, so I just think alot of it has to do with chance, the right place the right time, people too they can inspire you ya know.
How can people inspire you?
Sometimes it's in the way they move.
I began life as a gorilla – cumbersome and chunky.
I clunked my way into situations, abrasive and loud.
I also misrepresented and misspoke.
Rapidly became misunderstood and ostracized.
Life was not working...
So I transmogrified myself into a butterfly.
Flitting from place to place, not staying long enough for enemies.
Keeping myself safely out harm’s way
Keeping my emotions inside where they began exploding
So I blew up and had to reinvent myself....
Now I am a lively, happy mountain goat.
I butt people who annoy me.
Defriending them right and left on social media.
A warrior woman mountain goat.
Living my truth, my way.
Pleased to meet you!
Turning down every invitation…
the invitations stopped
Ensuring the freedom I always craved,
alone inside my thoughts
Misunderstood and misrepresented,
my feelings misconstrued
And needing to live within myself
—no enmity toward you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
A white Santa showed a child the skin tone of the top brass
A white doll to an innocent black girl contrasts ugliness
A white wedding was beauty redefined as a cloak on a lass
A white Jesus, before we repented, repainted righteousness
A white collar is how we elevated and segregated a social class
A white angel flew from heaven and misrepresented its race
A black me is fighting a mind conditioned to be last
A black me is sometimes a victim of an innocence of whiteness
The world is noisy
Opinions and judgments
My truth is drowned inside me
The world is bossy
Conditions and commandments
My will is overlooked inside me
The world is cosy
Stages and ambience
My comfort is disregarded inside me
The world is nosey
Forms and surveillance
My profile is misrepresented inside me
The world doesn’t know me
Unheard but I keep up an appearance
Myself hidden inside me
The gym was decorated:
crepe draped and glittery.
Disquietude was partner
as I stood against the wall,
misrepresented hunger gnawing at my soul
and a misunderstood thirst.
The electric strumming died,
so the vehemence of a heart-throbbing
perpetual drum solo
and snare’s
shimmering effervescence
could ripple, rumble and shoot
as lightning through the air,
no reverence for my ears,
nor veneration for years.
Then he
stepped into the emptiness
of the full room,
alone,
a late arrival, early,
anticipated.
I heard my heart’s solo drumming
on my ribs resonating
until my misconstrued hunger and thirst turned keen
and translated
to amorousness.
My teen heart flamed.
Fervidness was defined.
And all music forever changed
its tune.
Feb. 9, 2019
Free Verse On Love- 10 Words- Pick A Prize Poetry Contest, Lu Loo
You are my reflection
My smile in the morning
If I don't breath you don't exist
You are my reflection
You make way when darkness paves my life
You are my reflection
When tears and sorrows collide against me
You are that I need to survive
You are my reflection
When life seems so vague
You make me remember who I am
There's no other way to communicate
If I don't call you by your name I have misrepresented
You are a constant reminder of why I'm here
You are my reflection
You are my serious portrait
You are my weapon against enemies
I have no doubt
You are my reflection
You calm my heart is times of trouble
With you I have no boundaries
You are my reflection
When the sun sets you light my path
Making the impossible seem possible
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