If killing wasn’t a sin
I could finally win
I could stop living without disobeying God
Something that grows within me, it’s odd
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would slit my throat
Sending all the letters I wrote
Is there anyone who would mourn me ?
Will you, my dear ?
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would jump off a cliff
Right after one of our tiff
Just to make you regret
Just to make you fret and never forget
If killing wasn’t a sin
And I killed myself tonight
Will it be your plight ?
Will you realize that I was worth the fight ?
But killing is a sin
So I would never commit it
Despite everything, I’ll be nowhere in sight
Because your toxicity isn’t worth my time
If you can but see,
the height of desperation
where death is deemed more desirable
than the pitiable plights of
the people of Palestine.
Why no one in this momentous time
call out the names of the killers?
The wantonness of the world
The inhumanity of man
The gullibility of gods
The irrationality of religions
The impotency of prayers
The prostitution of justice;.
O the children of Palestine,
You are haunted
by the ghosts from your future
writing it in blood,
Where does one go to seek
the salve for the suffering souls?
First I had faith
but had no god,
and when I found god
I lost my faith!
Why I'ma blue class das
Heaves off weight
Glass paings, cement trix
Uppa game
Leaves under trough
All circumvent no plow?
Gotta plan on does
Mookie curfew
‘Alas ! My heart had to leave its treasures at sides of path of Life to end
at ‘ Death’. - Poet
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
All achievements turned obsolete.
Once seeds of confidence were sown.
Now strength of mind is deleted.
No time to rectify mistakes.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn
Burnt desires to fly in ash flakes.
Only despondency is shown.
In senile decay hope is blown.
Purposeless life to drag in vain.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
No bonding left, nothing to gain.
Case for my ‘LIFE ‘ is still pending -
My ‘TIME’ is up ! Court is adjourned.
Life to meet obvious ending.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
"While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house: [19] And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. [20] Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, [21] And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD."
~Job 1:18-21 KJV
hands clutch hair and pull to mask the sorrows,
to feel the pain, the hurt, one understands
knowing they are gone in all tomorrows
death is far, yea, far from these mortal hands
And so, to show how wide the sorrow spans
rip, or cut, yea, shave what sets us apart
symbolic of a bruised and broken heart
golden locks or black, once all cut away
identity lost, the same now we art
symbol of grief connects past with today.
Mourn not till the embers fade,
Till the blasphemous time forces us on our way.
Mourn not what is dying
But treasure instead what it created.
Listen to how the gulls cry;
They don’t mourn for our passing.
The littering fragments we left behind
Will continue to rise and fall with the wind,
Dance and rejoice in the ringing bells.
Exhale.
Feel the tender breeze soften around us
Like falling feathers and marshmallows.
May our muddied footprints be forever plastered onto the path,
A deposit of completed childhoods.
How long ago were we last showered in gold or mahogany?
Last felt the tendrils of snow melting on our hands?
We could’ve never known that that was it.
The final time.
The final pen stroke on our final essay.
Overhead a helicopter cuts nonchalantly through the air,
Oblivious to the smouldering fires beneath
But till the embers fade to ash,
Memories will rejuvenate the flames.
I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe
Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe
In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant song,
life long
You and I, came back for the guy, who, burnt the face, the funeral, encased, and Nirvana...ahem...
The river Volga, still existing, meandering and... perhaps a misfit reason, had a tectonic mayhem
And the poet boat boasted there, "I!"
"Did you see me! I took the one, less travelled by!"
8:34 AM
August 15, 2024
Mourn person’s loss or death;
Person was lost in life, fleeting breath, taken left;
Now found in death sorrow, wail, and moan;
~
And groan sore, weep, cry, sob torn;
Beat one’s breast,
Ululate
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A body cold as stone
Organic flesh statue
All the warmth is gone
Your breath cannot catch you
Milky white filmy veil
Where once reflected light
Lively limbs now they fail
No soul seen in your eyes
The spirits skin is shed
Like a garment worn to rags
Sin-eater consumes the bread
And mourners wail so sad.
Look up ye people of sorrow!
Your loved one isn't there!
That's just the old flesh robe
While on earth we wear
The True self is in Spirit now
Ascended to the throne
And at the feet of God, doth bow
Your name He's always known
This body of blood and bone
To the dirt corruption returns
To dust wind gust has blown
Or to ashes in an urn
no matter for it's no longer needed
We go back to Spiritual form
Death has finally been defeated
So we need not mourn
Oh no please don't get me wrong
You'll miss your dear loved one
But take heart knowing it won't be long
For mourning brings the Son,
Yes, morning brings the sun.
I tend to mourn who I used to be,
To think of all the change I have endured–since birth, until now.
I think about how happy I was as a child,
Rocks and sticks were my friends,
I talked to the birds in the trees, and they talked back,
The smell of my grandma's sourdough pancakes was the best thing in the world.
And the Earth was so small–I could hold it in my tiny fist.
I often feel like I let go of her,
Like she got lost while I grew up.
Other times I can see her smiling at me in the mirror, in awe of all in which she has become.
I can feel her when I cry about how beautiful the birds sound,
When I think about how deeply I love,
Or how I still sleep with her teddy bear every night.
I find her in everything.
I find me in everything.
(In memory of Uncle Thomas)
Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar
That day when you did soar without an oar
Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long
For many years, I sang a solemn song
Days of dark, and greedy clouds
These years have been a time of thunderclouds
What went wrong for death to take you away?
Again, this year, your memory will keep us at bay.
Your days were not in vain.
Life ends, life begins; the thrusting train
Is still on track. Gone from this world
But not from my world
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©Poem Makers SL (18/03/24)
Let the heavens weep and mourn,
As Life and Death, their fate is sworn,
In this war of souls, where rage shall keep,
Death's icy touch, at bay, and reap.
Rage, rage against Death, the poet cries,
With every word, the battle tries,
To turn the tide, to break the chains,
And free the soul from Death's cold reigns.
Oh Death, your time will come,
When Life's bright flame, shall burn as one,
And in that moment, Death shall see,
That Life, forever, shall always be.
Rage, rage against Death, the poet cries,
With every word, the battle tries,
To turn the tide, to break the chains,
And free the soul from Death's cold reigns.
Oh Death, your time will come,
When Life's bright flame, shall burn as one,
And in that moment, Death shall see,
That Life, forever, shall always be.
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11 a.m.
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stans sand
I will no longer mourn.
For nothing was lost.
Yes, I shed my tears with the spring rain;
The summer sun incinerated my soul;
Blood fell from my heart with marigold leaves in autumn;
Winter held me and listened to me weep.
My pain was deep like a blade thrust into my back;
It ripped my flesh open to expose me.
My lover, no longer mine,
A stranger to my touch.
Love abandoned me.
But I will no longer mourn.
For nothing was lost.
I hold on to faith.
It is my blanket and my peace.
I wrap it around my body;
I bury myself in it and feel its warmth in our empty bed.
I whisper its name beneath my breath,
And let the winds carry it to heaven.
I hold on to faith that my love will come back to me.
My dear,
I will wait,
Because nothing was lost.
Another loved one went to glory
And grief like mighty breakers fell.
Emptiness and sorrow followed
And fitting words, no one could tell.
Nothing need be said in times like these,
So let me be in silence…please.
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