"Love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream",
We're no more two lovebirds,
Was our passion a passing dream?
I fall in an abyss,
It sucks me in and slowly drowns,
Wonder what went amiss
between us, before these meltdowns!
You hurt me with your speech,
"Your acidic tongue drips venom",
Your every word a screech,
Why have our fights gained momentum?
Random words wound my soul,
In our love, was there some shortage?
I sink in this hellhole,
Stinging terms flowing like garbage;
Have some kindness at least,
Don't hurt me if you don't love me,
Don't turn into a beast,
Let me go in peace, hear my plea;
Let us unentwine now,
with harm as less as possible,
Let us forget our vow,
And hope this sin's ignoscible.
{'Ignoscible' is an archaic term meaning 'pardonable'}
They weren’t James and John of the Bible
These two risked Writings of Stark Libel:
The shown passion indescribable
Like The Guys’ for Tower of Babel;
James for his North-South Base Latitude,
John for his East and West’s Longitude;
Grant, then, their lone similitude…
John one might forgive some attitude
Pardonable love for solitude
While not absurd his solicitude….
At least, John showed normal gratitude
And his points would make with certitude.
James” tongue you can’t bear with fortitude;
One sentence could gather Multitude,
His voice An Unbearable Amplitude,
His face Poorest Advert for Pulchritude…
Mistake -
Mistake
Forgivable, pardonable
Misunderstanding, malfunctioning, glitching
Ever so irretrievable
Error
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
I know when you abase me at kunan, was sniffy day for me.
My people at that time were surrounded by threat and poverty.
Know it they are dearest for me.
I warn you sacrilegious nation,
Hacklers are arriving to hack your appearence.
Get lost before with helish creations from me.
You hang my pious sons like,
Maqbool and guru.
Your aim lost itz fame.
Thousands guru hold firmly my flag on me.
I swear as a Nation of paradise.
My whomb is full of heroes like Burhan.
They lustrate your illegal occupation on me.
I remember the bright faces of my martyrs.
You have to slouch your sloppy face.
Libertrians are alive to rip u away from me.
Your thinking is what? I don't care.
Remember my Nationalists and their nationhood.
You have flee, flee away from me.
You seek pardon, Alas you are not pardonable.
What you poach? I don't have dearth of sacrificers
They love dearly, i love them and they love me.
Your art makes jhelum red by blood of innocents,
Remember, i am paradise .
I am with pious and they are with me.
........ Saim.....
When I consider how my life is spent
After long years in this dark world and wide
In trying to find that special talent
Wherein I could take pardonable pride
But now I have to contemplate defeat
There is no spark,no inspiration there
From my quest,I must consider retreat
A bitter frown is all I have to wear
Not much time now is left for me to yearn
Life will soon see me off on my sad way
For the recognition I wish to earn
I lack the gift for which I oft did pray
But my eager heart urges that I must
Go on until I turn to dreaded dust
When my father drowns in the sea,
Dripping from the skies,
A wet tapestry
Of sorrows, sorrows,
No time for sorrows.
Just good glad tomorrows.
My grateful grapefruits,
My chaste cherries,
My sullen soldier.
Feel your blessedness this day.
Life’s great joys bounce from sky to sea
Like one long pardonable dream.
Like the needle through the seam.
Pardonable graces,
Your face is a pardonable grace
Good God, woman, slender we are in the night.
Send my love, love in the sound of that sound.
We will share a canoe together, holding our love
The whole way.
Which way are we going, you ask.
I don’t know. Do you?
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