The Question Is
By Frank Daub
How could I have doubted
in that sky-colored look of yours
any
words spilled in the air between us.
With the melting honey fragrance of
your hair
and the litany of intentions filling
the pale luster of your face.
How could I have questioned anything.
Or would it have been less fruitful
if I had not said
that I was not certain.
To give you stronger opportunity to speak
assurance.
It is a young game
that keeps us young and close --
the question is.
And the answer comes from the sky-color
of your eyes –
in a soothing torrent of yes.
What is She?
She is a thought.
an urge to go inside
where eyes go blind.
Where is She?
She is here, a loadstone
in the spinning wheels
of our maelstroms.
We carry Her,
as a hunger,
yet She nourishes
as lonely sorrows
famish away.
Why is She?
She is a dawn moon
for our dreaming.
A light
that will keep us guessing
why we are
until we find out
what we are not.
Oh conscience who are you, so you really tell me right from wrong. Do you really keep me out of trouble, are you there when I need you. Are you a figment of my imagination, are you real. Do you sit upon my shoulder, I really wonder just who you are. Are you the one that tells me what is wrong and do not do it, are you the one that tells me what is right and to do it. Are you my friend or enemy, why should I listen to you.
Date Written: 6/2/2021
Did I do good today
well I woke up in my right mind
thinking about my friend Jesus
Did I do good today
Well I said to Him my savior
Did I do good today
I got down on my knees and I prayed
To the Lord please, please answer me
I got I gave to the poor
I reached out to my brother
And I gave my neighbor cover
I Loved My enemy like no other
So I just answered my own question
As I pray
Did I do good today
--and God said my son you're trying
9/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
My words glide observantly over head
Like fierce hungry birds of prey
They pierce like daggers deep inside
The ears of those way up high
My words are harsh and filled with pain
They watch and ponder with all their shame
Yet they don’t seem to have the might
The force or the strength to fight.
They are meant to free us all who speak
Yet I who uses them don’t feel free
What makes my battle any different
That my words can’t seem to bring me freedom.
What good are the all powerful words
If they can’t heal me or my world.
(Written in 9th grade)
The question is
How can I live with myself
Knowing what I know
Always feeling pain
With no chance
Of happiness
Creating monsters
within the world
Is not what
Anyone truly wants
My life is empty
Inside and out
What more can I say
I have no meaning
No reason to continue
I'm forever sorry
~*~
Who is there when all is gone?
What will you do in this world alone?
When will you realise your not worth the fight?
Where will you roam without a home?
Why should anybody care...?
~*~
It takes courage,
it takes confidence,
to love once more when you're broken,
It takes power to brush yourself clean,
get up and start living,
It takes knowledge,
to flay so high up to the sky,
takes turbo engine to reach the stars,
no co pilot by your side.
It takes child's innocent heart,
open mind,open hands,
it takes a lot.
question is to be asked,
will I be able,or not
Do I have what it takes,
to fly with broken wings,
do I have a courage,confidence,
once more to brush myself,
then get up
to fly high all the way up,
to the stars
with out you by my side?
we ask oh conscience!
most faithful friend.
you give comfort,ease,relieve, defend:
but if for some reason my dear friend would go ;
i;ll be left with my deadiest foe.
[for our conscience tells us that
we were not put here to play to dream or to drift,
we have hard work to do and heavy loads to lift.
so
blame not the struggle face it tis god gift.
are not these days evil but whose to blame
we just fold our hands in shame,
its time to stand up speak out in gods name.
be strong- doesnt matter what goes wrong ,
how hard the battle or how the day is long
fiant not fight on
for tomorrow comes a brand new song..
yet
hope springs eternal in the human breast
,man never is ,but always to be blessed.
know the youself ;persume not God to scam.
for the proper study of mankind is man.
the same ambition can destroy or save.
to determine weather you 're weak or brave.
honor and shame from no condition rise,
do well your part for thats where your honor lies.....
Grateful then that Jesus died
But how could He be crucified?
About this thing I sometimes wonder
Should God speak to me with thunder?
Oh my gosh - life such a bore?
Do not want that anymore!
Be creative; use your brain
Or else good as insane!
Who wants to rot within?
Let everlasting waters begin!
Heidegger it was, I believe,
who said , "The dreadful has
already happened"
Yes we're trapped
in the clutch of time
We no longer have any
way out(as if we ever did!)
But we can always pretend
it's just a puppet show
"Who," may I ask is pulling the strings?"
Well, we move forward
in our small boats,
To a reality which
we have never faced before
We are in need of deja vu
The spinning clocks
on the wall
Keep us on our toes
We cannot hold back
the flood
Yet we build our
small shelters, regardless
Before the final act
is concluded
let's rest awhile
on our precarious posts
we still can take pleasure
even if
it's
only
for
a
lifetime
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