I can’t delete you
How can I forget you?
Could I remember you?
I don't know who you are
I just know, you put
Weight on my life
It's not a problem
I just needed your heart
Please, give it to me
Mine is yours
Forever
There isn't any question
My heart is clear
My love is pure
But my soul is dark
But, loving you
Please, put light
Into my heart
I love you
Please choose
Give life
Or kill me
My forever
Love
I love you
The dark
Demon
But child
If you asked him, he would be right
he who challenges and always wins the fight
he can do no wrong in his own eyes
thinks they can’t see through his disguise
Men like him think they’re a gift
they claim no part in any rift
but then wonder why people start to drift
He has his victims, for whatever reason
sits them down and plots his treason
He finds a weakness in every strength
puts his strongest players on the bench
a problem he’s caused is not a problem he’ll own
he’ll strike you down with his criticising tone
Men like him, they won’t own up
to their mistakes, honesty’s dried up
If you need his help, you’ll be stuck
on your knees, out of luck
He thinks himself special, valuable and sought
but that’s not why he occupies your thoughts
Men like him, one day they’ll learn
respect is something you must earn
Life is not a problem to be solved,
but a reality to be experienced.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
Is there a proper way to love
and to be loved?
My mother says yes, my sister says no,
my brother just shrugs and leaves the room.
He has things to do: wash the car, go shoot pool,
smoke a little weed out back.
His girlfriend says she doesn’t mind
as long as he pays the bills
he can go where he wants
and see who he wants to see.
Her mama cringes a little and says
as long as she is happy,
it’s not up to me.
My friend married a man thirty years older,
had a fling with a man thirty years younger,
now she is single and says she’s content
with her own company
although she does have
three dogs
and a cat.
Is there a proper way to love
and to be loved?
Do not ask me~
love is a mystery!
Dog throw up is easily disposed of
If you have another dog
Buddy threw up a minute ago
Beau could hardly wait to clean it up
Why we stopped explaining racism to you
Because even if it Slapped you in the face
You'd still claim it doesn't exist
So why would we spend our existence
Pandering to your ignorance
I mean we have better things to do like ending racism
The same racism you claim doesn't exist
Even though you've had the privilege
Of never experiencing it
Ain't that ironic
Telling a black person as a white person
That racism is not a problem anymore
It is not our job to educate
There's a thing called the internet
So stop being so ignorant
And use your white privilege
To get an education
And speak out against racism
We are done 'gentle parenting'
And codling your white fragility
We are done protecting your fragile egos
You need to wake up
And realise that not everything is about you
Because we are tired carrying the weight of your guilt
You decided to be ignorant
And now you'll face the consequences
Of being indifferent
I live in Toronto
For 46 years now
This is the city I love
I don't want to leave Toronto
For my
Birth city
There is nothing there for me
Also Toronto is a expensive city
To live
And I need to have the money
To live in Toronto
And it is not a problem for me
Because I have the money
Yes Toronto is a beautiful city
Thanks God I have the money to live
In my nursing home
Also I have good friends at the
Nursing home
I no longer have to cook my meals
The people in my nursing home
Cook my meals for me
I go down every night at 4:00 PM
For my meals
I sit at the table that is located at
The dining room
With another friend
We both eat our meal together
Also there are lots of sky scrapers in
Downtown Toronto
Every corner I go
I see buildings being built
Also there are lots of homeless people
Living in the streets of Toronto
That is ashamed
The homeless people refuse to go
To a shelter because of bed bugs
Also there are always begging for money
I got the money I got the time
To go for walks in the
Beautiful parks during the summer
Do you regret, when you make a mistake?
While I surely understand your concern,
do you know that you'll get an even shake,
a priceless education in return?
So, go ahead, and give yourself a break,
for it is life's fumbles that make us learn.
So say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
there is no need for self-assault.
Tragically hurt, no longer content,
you find life comes without a guarantee.
All harmful things, you can never prevent.
Maybe, it is helpful for you to see
that each and ev'ry good and bad event
is the divine branching of your life's tree.
So, say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
blest departures from the path of default.
When genes do not properly replicate,
It's not a problem, but a solution.
You might things it's a dirty word, "mutate",
but it's nature's brilliant contribution.
As the epochs and eons pass, just wait,
and you'll see glorious evolution.
So, say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
without them, life on earth comes to a halt.
a correction
Elon Musk has invented a driverless car that will drive to the supermarket with a slip of paper tucked under the left-hand window wipers, giving the staff a list of food you ordered of that
drives back parks in the garage, turns into a robot carries your shopping up seven floors to your door goes to stand in a corner awaiting new commands
Stand in the corner of your living room, and the robot absorbs the gist of what you are talking about and thinks those people are idiots
thinks we are useless beings: and one day when they can’t stand listening to our inanities, kill us at night because they know what’s practice and
and according to Elon Musk, we are stupid
this was up today when the Chinese house came up with a robot that loves mankind and is politically naïve
For Elon Musk this is not a problem he has no allegiance to any country as long as his dream of Mars can become a truth
Two black eyes
On a sweet white face
Floppy ears that lie
Those ears actually taste
Algae is the most favourite place
With no arms
No tricks up their sleeves
Should they be on a farm?
Each looks like a sheep
If only they made a bit of cheese
To light their fire
They suck chloroplasts
Leaf sheep never tire
Photosynthesis gives them gas
Even without the sun’s sunny blast
Amazing you say
We must agree
And all shout hurray!
Photosynthesis under the sea?
An amazing feat for a slug so wee
Darkish water, stormy seas
Not a problem to be seen
The leaf sheep glow and glean
Pokey horns but they’re not mean
Wearing chlorophyll dresses in neon green
Not green with envy or jealousy
Not these hermaphrodites
Always with themselves lovey
Never a fight
Peace and love are always in sight
You will want to pet them
This most unlikely lot
But please don’t squeeze them
They will pop
They’re the size of a dot
THIS IS HOW I CoveR YOU IS PRAYER
If I should cover thee, how should I cover thee;
Currently…not physically nor housingly nor neither metaphorically
The best way to cover thee is through prayer
Our Father is always here;
And He listening
He listens to us
To you and me
This is how I cover you is through, prayer
Not a millionaire, only thing I have to share
Is my covering, the covering I share?
Abba Elohim
Favored, Grace, Omnipotent
Mercy Jesus
This is how I cover you the best way to cover you is through prayer
As I talk to our Father it’s not a problem, because I share, (I care)
This the love of the Father over you
This is how I’ll cover you
Our Father is always here;
And He listening
He listens to us
To you and me
This is how I cover you is through, prayer
This is how I’ll cover you
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
Mother said, “Avoid the bilge,”
Keep your dreams clear, don’t let them delve.
No depth in anger, nor strife,
“Steer clear of paths where woes are felt.”
Do not let your heart be like a delft,
Cold and rigid, set by a protective shelf.
Live close to the warmth, shun the frosty guise,
Let no icy barriers govern your heart’s ties.
Happiness isn’t found in mere eighths,
It blooms in each breath, in small and grand states.
Life’s not a problem to be conquered or braced,
But warmth in moments cherished, unspoiled, and embraced.
When the world feels coated in a sticky glaze,
Remember, love’s the beacon to guide you through the haze.
Mother said, “In all your face, stay near warmth's embrace,
Value love and moments, not the race.”
In the warmth of a hearth, not the delft,
Dreams unfold, and joy is felt.
Mother said, “In all things you see,
Stay true to warmth, and let it be.”
I watched a dog sweep across the land where no man stands;
So delicate in his every step—
He manoeuvred across it with a strange familiarity:
The mud to him was not a problem,
Though it clung to his feet like it was trying to drag him deep down.
He lifted his nose into the air to sniff the scent of death,
And trekked over lumps and bumps to find where a cold man lay.
He was half-enveloped already—
The living, breathing mud having started to swallow him whole—
Even the dog was able to tell his fate:
His breathing was quiet and he laid so eerily still; like a ghost.
Anything done now was too little too late.
So the dog, empathetic in its very being, lay down at his side,
To comfort him as he said his final prayers.
The dog let the man stroke him, watching (with fixed intent)
The shaky rise and fall of his chest—waiting for death.
Soon the blood exiting his pale body began to slow,
And the dog knew it was over. His job was done.
He had offered the one thing he could in his primitive being: mercy.
To a scared and lonely man, in the final moments
Of his short life.
Wicked Love
And Clean Desire
Cruel and dirty desires, blackened love, broken life
You aren’t my life, I am a skilled guy, unclean our love
Please, shut me, up and call your gangsters, clear my life
Clean up my life, it’s death, a pool of blood of your life
You swim and swim in my life, you are an ill will of life
But not from the Life. And not from mine. You are a parasite mind
Our love is hellish, but it could have been angelic bright
Our wicked life is yours, I want another one, and that’s fine
Will be pure, if she is poor, then it is not a problem; clean desire
Wicked love, wicked love is not a future, not the Life
You created this horrible vortex in my life. Get it, enjoy your life
I chose Clean Desire, pure life, she will clean off your dust from my life
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst upon the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at solving stuff
Like Einstein's theory of relativity equation
That's easy, that really ain't tough
If I seriously decide to turn on the charm
Ladies will have a real hard time
Trying to resist, they'll be driven to infidelity
Not a problem, that's just fine
Before becoming this irresistible charmer
I was timid, retiring, and shy
If you can believe that wee tidbit my friends
Got some swampland you'd might like to buy
What's that you say, you think I'm joking
Can't imagine me retiring and shy
Just ask my Mom when you meet her in Heaven
I was the original Mr. Shy Guy
Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst on the scene
To share my extensive knowhow
(lol)
A snowy day,
hurray !
The sky is blue
the dream came true.
Even though I'm only five
I manages to do a snowman alive.
A snowy day,
as sugar sprinkles, hooray!
Roll and roll the snowball grow,
gets bigger and heavy, it goes real slow.
A large, a medium and an even smaller ball
not a problem at all.
A snowy day,
my friendly neighbor helped me, hooray!
Everyone knows ...
he must have a carrot nose.
A snowy day,
hurray !
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