Where hovering Moon touches field of ripened corn
Lone ragged tree contrives to fracture perfectness.
Heavens jostling myriads eager to witness how Moon
Responds to such deliberate and provocative arrogance.
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Where the hovering Moon touches the field of ripened corn
A lone ragged tree contrives to fracture the perfectness.
Heavens jostling myriads are eager to witness how the Moon
Will respond to such deliberate and provocative arrogance.
Hope's, dreams; realities truth
Junkers,rust buckets old times pass
Day of morals become battles
Who are we but just the world
Yesterday's Gone, tomorrow just begun
Today's dilemma, tomorrow's war
The days grow old just as I
Death be certain, life isn't but just a breath
Sun rise, emptiness of a world struggle
Power, greed even we are for ourselves
Is it no man matter except for our desire
That we live for only one but not in him
Our own people, even we shun their existence
That only in our hearts do we fault
Even in life we are guilty of no perfectness
Yesterday's Gone to the dogs we eat
A broken society,a new life on look
But what are we if only one
But we are the world united in one
The soul's so easily forgotten buried in graves
We are only as strong as our success we vision
In ourselves,beat of a heart lives and dies
Today be your choice cause yesterday's gone
Today's life, tomorrow's future; what is it we become
babies breath so smells
positive of lavender
and ivory snow
a gentle mix of
perfectness liken wet new
sweet birth puppies whelps
new the naissance
so flesher than minted heirs
new birth linen fresh
9/12/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
Wiggle and jiggle
Wiggle and jiggle
bareness for breakfast
Breast in bareness
Dangle in nudeness...
Beneath pureness
Foreplay to stupor
Eyes rudeness,
Pintle heartless
Poontang sweetness
Perfectness in missionary
Moanful and whispers
Submissiveness with gladness
Nipples like needle
Suckle and tickle
Tongue licking
With stimulation and passion....
Sacrificed With satisfaction
Sinless sinned!
Sacrilege but satisfied
Sacrifice the gift of marriage to merry....
Girls in the 4th Grade
David J Walker
I remember being
Distracted in my 4th-grade class
By her perfectness
But then,
who really notices girls
In the 4th grade when
we were
Choosing up sides for a Kickball game
During recess
But
She was wearing a robin egg blue dress
And an embroidered white blouse
Anklet white socks turned down
Around her black & white
Saddle shoes
Her blonde hair was curled out
On the ends like those ads for perfect
Hair in ladies magazines
And
I wasn’t really showing off by kicking
The big red rubber ball all the way back
To the school wall at the end of the
Softball field
As I rounded the bases to home plate and
Too late looked up
She had already gone in
But then
Who really cares about Girls
In the 4th grade
Anyway
He did not mean to be cocky
He did not mean to know everything
He was an Adonis, he was Zeus, he was Mighty Mouse,
He was twenty
She did not mean to be self-assured
She did not mean to be the utmost
She did not mean to be Wonder Woman or a Goddess
But she could not help herself, she was twenty
The perfect age to show your stuff
To know your stuff
To blow your stuff
The age of perfectness, twenty.
I look back and smile at it.
MY DREAM OF PARADISE
I dreamed of "Paradise", last night,
that it was really here.
And in that dream I realize,
was nothing here ... to fear.
I looked around at everything,
earth's beauty was so vast.
Exactly, as God had promised,
saw nothing ... of the past.
Saw those that woke, from deathly sleep,
with families, safe and sound.
Joyful sounds echoed in the air,
no bodies ... in graves found.
In dream, saw earth's perfectness,
each human a perfect soul.
Just being in my dream, when woke
felt wonderful ... and whole.
Christ's "Paradise Promise" is REAL,
on earth, won't disappear.
"Meek inherit the earth,"
pray God rewards me ... here.
The Scriptures, basis of my dream,
"Earthly Reward" my goal.
I hope for this, I pray for this,
with all my heart ... and soul.
October 22, 2020
I'm grieving
Rivers of tears down my cheeks
If I could only turn back time
I was going to rectify my mistakes
Polishing up my perfectness
I wasn't going to compare you with any soul
All my eyes I would put on you alone
Out of my pride and pompousness
The pride I could not swallow
I forced you out of my life
Thinking I was doing a noble deed
Without knowing I was messing up indeed
I could have nurtured our well of love
Sweeping around it
And cementing the cracks with my honesty
But I took a wrong pathway
I turned my back on you
I turned on a deaf ear to your advice
I thought I was too hot for you
Not knowing that my hotness was going to roast me
My heart is all burnt and now black
The smoke is just going upwards
Where everyone can see from a distance
I burnt myself by letting you go
I am all tainted with blisters all over me
I'm now grieving;
For there is no better you
You are irreplaceable
My heart yearns for your kisses of faithfulness
I long for those days,
We used to giggle like kindergarten kids
Now my dreams are all shattered
And only the gloominess of misgivings overshadows me
The Small Cafe
Waiting...
for a friend.
I asked her to coffee,
she did not look well.
It is hard to say how.
A little disheveled,
perhaps heartbroken,
worried,
concerned,
flawed in some way,
self doubt,
illusive perfectness...
trending against the tide.
Soon she will be here.
One of many.
We are a club,
unknowingly joined,
some of us,
voted to higher levels...
of pain and rejection,
allowing for the service,
to others.
While others are too weak,
to recover without help,
and assistance.
Mentoring those that are hurting,
from cheating and lying spouses.
Abusive friends, that over stay,
and demand more then they are due.
Lovers that are users,
boozers that are losers...
What would your life be like free?
What if the idea although scary,
offered less pain,
and more gain.
If it gave more power,
and less abuse.
Control of self,
and the acceptance
by those that count.
The ones that always...
loved you.
If a new path were set,
would you take it?
If a different world were possible,
would you dare?
It’s our responsibility,
To help the world survive you see,
It’s urgent, because after all,
Someone had to create it all.
Of every leaf on every tree
Reflecting pure symmetricality
Throughout the spring, summer and fall.
Someone had to create it all.
Of flower petals perfectness,
Roses next to zephyranthes,
Tiny mum, and sunflowers tall,
Someone had to create it all.
What of the ebb and flow of tides,
Life to all the creatures inside,
From Giant Squid to fish so small,
Someone had to create it all.
From zebra stripes to leopard spots,
How eagles fly and how frogs hop,
Mountain goats balance - rarely fall,
Someone had to create it all.
So, we need to give thanks each day,
That God designed the world this way,
And promise to put out the call:
Someone had to create it all.
If you care about perfectness
You will feel nothing is perfect
You may end up with a pessimist
And always feel bad
If you don't care about it at all
Everything seems to be Perfect
You are spontaneously an optimist
And quite often feel glad
The truth is often not so satisfied
Perfectness appears likely in the ends
It is either your beginning of life
Or unfortunately, you are already dead
She is pretty perfect, the mommy warned the teacher.
Please try and keep her this way.
The teacher smiled, used to these mommies of perfect children.
The child looked down, embarrassed.
The rest of us looked up in amazement.
She could play the piano.
She could sing, and it was pretty.
She was an artist.
She was pretty perfect in every way.
The parent was right.
We loved her and carried her around like a china doll.
Loving her perfectness,
Admiring her,
Striving to be our own perfect selves.
None of us lived up.
We kept this quiet,
Hoping she would still love us,
And she did.
Her name was Becky.
When she grew up she turned her name into Bruce
And became a boy, and her mother tried to tell us she was not perfect,
But we knew that she was.
That moment…where school uniform was all over as
the Timekeeper rang it, then noise began, with excitement
While educators had to rest so were we, we ran…
And there you were…brighter than your shadow
As I approached, lighter than your overflow
The tallness, the rare fit captive body, that figure
Gave you your uniqueness…perfectness, rare lips to lipstick
Done with vigilance with no leak so was your hip
Couldn’t hesitate it, that was extraordinary
As we glanced…I felt my rescue to my Psychological prison
Had no alternate but to grab your heart that sparkled from a distance
You lit my Heart while those flawless red lips caught my sight
Your beauty hit my shock and I was ready to converse
Your name was a music to my heart that kept my heart dancing your tune
It took off my fear
You gave me your numbers and couldn’t wait
And so I gave you a call and you felt the same
Now I’m proud of you and for that reason I choose you
Then let it forever be so…me and you
Song by my friend F.O.
There’s some days
You need a break
Don’t let those people get you down
No time to think
No time to breathe
The past is gone
The present is now
Oh why are you being like this
I don’t wanna be mean
But I will be a priss
Oh why won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
I’ll always have your back
So tell me
Why
Don’t think of it as bad
The past is in the past
Don’t be mad don’t be upset
I’ll zap the haters down
They’re so obsessed
With perfectness
So tell me now
I don’t care if you cry
I have problems too
I’m not gonna lie
But you go first and I’ll go next
We’ll leave the hating to the rest
I’m on silent aren’t I
Oh why won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
I’ll always have your back
You best not make me cry
So tell me
Why
Won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
Won’t you tell me
I’ll always have ur back
Won’t you tell me
You best not make me cry
Won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
Won’t you tell me
I’ll always have your back
Won’t u tell me
You best not you make me cry
So tell me…
Why
written 10/24/17
We were perfect,
But I don't know what made it so.
Now we're a disaster,
And I don't know what happened.
And it's as if that perfectness never existed
Was never real
Just some sort of veneer from an old table that we were under the whole time
It looked pretty,
but it was just a cover.
That veneer chipped off
It exposed us
And now I'm sitting here, looking at the pieces, wondering how they ever fit together
And as much as I place that piece back on
Trying to re-imaging that perfect mirage
It just doesn't fit right anymore
It just sticks up, and I keep catching my thumb on it
Leaving cuts all over
So now that table is just pushed into the corner
The chipped side turned out of sight
Not spoken about
Forgotten about
Ruined
And all the unwanted knick knacks are placed on it
Weighing it down
And it's bending in the middle from all the weight
How much until it collapses?
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