Can we still be recognized
Who would give a damn
We are documents, comprised
Nowhere woman, nowhere man
It turns out to be the same
About other people
Some of whom are quite insane
Voices loud, minds feeble
They can’t speak for me, I bet
But they do, regardless
It’s the greatest plan been set
To eliminate us.
How much proof is enough?
How much would it take?
Are the subtle signs enough?
Would you notice them; if they came?
Have you met with synchronicity?
(Grace... is her last name)
Would physical proof be too much,
to cope with, for your brain?
Would you tell the world about it,
hoping that it's going to change?
Would you shout it from the hilltops,
or pretend it never came?
Would you keep it to your self?
Could you ever quite explain?
Would you want to if you could?
Knowing they wont feel the same;
Would they think you're going crazy?
Are you lonely in that place?
Did you search around for others?
Did you find them? Or their names?
Did you put it down to coincidence?
or problems with your brain?
Was the big red pill too scary?
Was the blue pill swallowed again?
Have you left the door half open?
Or have you closed it all the way?
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Have you checked my other posts...
you can find them on this page!
If any of this work speaks to you;
- just know I can relate!
In shadows deep, where darkness weaves its thread,
Sin's whispered lure, a path where mortals tread.
Temptation's fruit, a taste of what's denied,
It's here that Satan's cunning plans reside.
With cloven hooves and fiery eyes ablaze,
The fallen one, in wicked ways, conveys,
Deception's art, the master of the lie,
As Sin and Satan dance beneath the sky.
But Death, a specter cold, an endless night,
It waits for souls, extinguishing the light.
A consequence of choices, paths we choose,
In the cycle, Sin and Death, they're bound to fuse.
For Sin, the spark that sets temptation's fire,
Leads mortals down a treacherous desire.
In Satan's web, they find themselves entwined,
As Death awaits, its victory defined.
Yet in this tale of darkness, do not despair,
For hope can rise, dispelling all despair.
Redemption's light can break Sin's binding chain,
And from this trio's grasp, one can attain.
In life's grand tapestry of joy and strife,
We find the strength to face this endless strife.
For Sin, Satan, Death, they may persist,
But love and faith, in our hearts, exist.
One jumble
For the pains
So I no go fumble
Even amidst trouble
For this rumble of life.
My brain
Dey burst
This thinking
Don dey cause migraines
Make me won to migrate
To a place
Where I feel calculate and relate.
Even when I meditate
I no fit get the kind state
Of mind I need
I've got a turbulent mindset
This country no easy for anyone
No body to lean on, come make am over hard.
Insight can only come from Him,
When the world attempts to trick us with sin,
We ask for wisdom to see and the love to understand,
The motions and intentions, and the heart of man,
For God to open our eyes and truly see,
The depths beyond what we think we need,
The truth behind what we feel and know,
The real reason underneath the show,
No matter how much it hurts to face the truth,
For Him to humble us and guide us through,
To give us empathy and compassion in a world of pain, and hate,
That can see through the heartache, and be able to relate,
A spine within a heart
My heart aches within
Something pushing and poking in
Poking out
Knowing out
Trapped in
Happiness is within trying to seep out
Through the little cracks of grey, it seems
Gold elixir fading away
Into the grey clouds, we know today
Pouring with pins and needles
That just pins you and kneads you
Intoa paste that washes away
To come back
Better grown and better known
Better thoughts and better knots
New things this time around
A spine
A spine within my heart
Better prongs to use
And a lot of power to abuse
I thought it came better
Yet so it came back worse
Worse than the grey clouds and the muddy paste
Where do I go from here on out
A spine within me
I know the pain I can endure
The pain it could cause
But yet
I stay doing what I've done before
Will the spine get sharper until it burdens too much within myself
Or does death come upon me before the end
A Spine within a Heart
Hate when you can very much relate.
Hate it more when you can debate.
I know this is not a fantasy or fable
Something I have over a prolonged time
Constructed or invented
Deep down in my own imagination
It just all now makes perfect sense
Looking reading back
Treading over tired old ground
Seeing how I quite obviously
Can or do not relate to others
Being that as strange as I may find it though
Although the what , why and the words
I say and choose to use
Are virtually the same just merely rearranged
They seemingly never appear to cut through
Yet and but when other people do
They nail it institaneously unlike I can
Which leaves me with and at a loss
Unable to find the words
To neither explain nor express
Let alone able to address
The total and utter hopelessness
I feel and I can not hide unto myself inside
Hoping to find this my own
Fable and fairytale
Is unfortunately not a fantasy
But rather in truth actual living reality
Just relate with me
Instead of judging Me
Instead of criticism
Instead of isolation
Why not get closer
And see me better
You can't be far
To know who I am
I know I have been
That person you need to know
Yes that mind your need
That words closer to your answer
Despite who am not
Yes cos I could also be your arguement
I could be the one of the truthful
I could be a different variety
Just get closer yes
Just relate with me
Just relate with me
All I need is happiness
I thought it Cost nothing
I know I can be free minded
But for another that is not my worry
Cos I will never forget the joy
Of love
Within my soul
Within my heart
I recall the worth of peace
So am too busy with this heavenly
Feeling
Instead of worries
I free away bad energy
And let the universe
Wash away my pains to the unknown
And please if you still don't
Understand me
Please then get closer
You can't understand me
From your far distance
Just come closer
Just relate with me
To pen a piece of history,
a memory left behind
a painted piece of memory
that can not fade with time.
It is rare to have such a gift,
to share with strangers near and far
and no matter race or distance
they get just who you are.
I write because I love it,
a passionate poetic feast
words of hope and desperation
that can cut a person deep.
We all need someone who relates,
a story, poem or song
a reason to believe
the strength to just go on.
If my words are just reminders,
a way to help you through
then let my words light the dark
and I will walk with you.
I can relate to Daniel and the lion’s den. That’s the name my mom named me when I was born with sin. My mom named me that name in the Bible. She saw that it came from God’s word which is reliable. Daniel is very humble. He reminds me of me even when I stumble. He has dreams and visions. Life for Daniel those times were many thoughtful decisions. Daniel has a big heart of joy. My heart is so big that it can fill poor kids with so many toys. Daniel stood up for what he believed. I also put all my burdens towards God and now I am relieved. God talks through me through Daniel. I remembered when a child of God told me to read the book of Emanuel. For me I locked up all my sins in the Lion den.Coming to our lord and savior Jesus Christ is a win win. I am a true Child of our lord. Until that day comes I will meet Daniel up in Heaven’s core.
A smile needs no words
It is sweeter than any compliment
A smile needs no sound
It is louder than any extolment
A smile is irresistible
It evokes curiousness
A smile in infectious
It induces smiles on long faces
A smile can hide something
It blossoms over what aches in our hearts
A smile cannot be hidden
It signals every emotion in us
A smile is priceless
It is a fusion of all your senses with your soul
A smile is free
Share it and you won’t lose anything at all
whatever happened to Juicy Fruit gum™
He doesn’t come around here anymore;
And where is the Beaver, cause Jerry Mathers
Does matter;
And what’s a Royal Crown soda;
As it behooves us to be older;
Stop lacing our arteries with fat and sugar cubes;
And who said my Nerf™ gun is bullet proof;
The is what I must become;
Rebirth, return to the time of the late “FIFTIES”
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
i once knew a girl. she liked to colour with red
she didn’t need a canvas or paper,
she would colour herself instead,
she hid her creations for a while
because she was afraid of how people would react
but she showed me her gallery,
creations of white and crimson
i rolled up my sleeve
and showed her my gallery too
-unKnown Person
"For each of us there are different meanings,
When I say the word, ”feeling”
Is your first thought,
From the head or heart
About a pain or ache,
Or emotions to separate
Happiness,
Or sadness
From the thrill of an event,
Or bubbled tears of lament
To have lost or won,
Something or someone
Felt inside,
Loss or pride
How it emotes,
Screams or chokes
Our voice from the air,
It’s sound dependent on how much we care
For how we want things to be,
Always hoping for victory
That the head and the heart match up,
So we can accept, what each teach us
To provide what we are needing,
A clearer understanding of our feelings"
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