Life is not a gift,
For those who do not find love,
You have to beat your eggs, your words,
It is necessary to bend like a reed,
Do not believe in fine speeches,
It is necessary to bend like a reed,
plant cabbages, curve the back,
Beat the eggs with love,
You flee all the rivals,
They have read your only flaws,
In Mexico, there or in Oslo,
For those who do not find love,
Life is not a gift.
La vie n’est pas un cadeau,
Pour qui ne trouve l’amour,
Il faut battre ses œufs, ses mots,
Il faut plier tel un roseau,
Ne pas croire aux beaux discours,
Il faut plier tel un roseau,
planter des choux, courber le dos,
Battre les œufs avec amour,
Vous fuyez tous les rivaux,
Ils ont lus vos seuls défauts,
Au Mexique, là ou à Oslo,
Pour qui ne trouve l’amour,
La vie n’est pas un cadeau.
my heart is open
actions speak louder than words
heartfelt beats with soul
~
fold across me now
so my flesh desires such
an embrace 2 hearts
~
mon Coeur est ouvert
L'action a plus de poids que Les mots
le Coeur bat Avec l'ame
~
plier sur moi maintenance
ainsi ma chair desire
a 2 coeurs
OPEN HEART EMBRACE
English and French translation
2/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
we mend what we can -
broken saucers, with gum and patience
a detached belt buckle, with flair and calculations
but an air of nameless melancholy, with agony and gloom?
imagine this, darling darner
my skin is laden with a heavy layer of misery
for i am the embodiment of darkness,
to touch me is a sin
to have me is a crime
i stand alone
and not even a tempest in a glass of whiskey
can move me from my despair
no tool that you know of -
no plier, no hammer and not even a utility knife
can help me repair the wonderful misery that i am.
but oh darner!
you can mend me, they say
but why would you kiss darkness
and be one with my thoughts,
which are most certainly arranged like a drey
on a dying tree with only one leaf?
my love, after i've groped my way around this darkness
in search for answers
i have crashed several times
and hence
i am indeed wounded, and flies feast on my broken pieces
i haven't had a ray to bathe in, my darling
and these demons reek of anger and dead flies
oh no! you shan't have to come any closer!
it's not your kisses, nor your embrace
but what would really mend my broken soul, oh darner
if not your fairly blatant lies?
Ugly
look,
zed
shape
neck
lawyer's
wig
and
plier
beak
you
find
human
and
animal
part
as
food,
ugly,
Eaters
of
dirty
meat!
Yet
you
have
value,
Rejected
land
and
accepted
air
for
easy
flight.
It
Enjoys
the
Air
man
ache
for,
view,
possess.
VULTURE
The
visitations
of
the
moon,
peace
of
the
wilderness,
tears
of
chick
and
lizard,
happieness
of
the
Jamaica
and
Joy
of
mother
nature...
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