Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
Duplicity
Is there a person present beyond the plastic shell?
The AI generation exemplifies artificiality
The same plastic makeup that is prevalent in humans.
Are we people, or are we robots with artificial intelligence?
Devoid of real feeling and emotion, fixated on self.
While our fellow men waste away,
Their calls for support and help lay in vain.
We remain fixated on money, on gadgets on flimsy values
Hypnotised by material things, by disposable whatnots.
Gone are care, compassion, role modelling, and humanity.
Selfishness, greed and egoism have entered our lives
Truth be told, we are not moved or touched by anything!
The God-created human form and being
Sadly replaced by machine learning, by robotics by codes!
We are deaf, we are blind, we are retarded.
We live in a disposable world, a world destined to crumple.
We replace organs, goods, people and entertainment
By computer graphics, AI tools and 3D printing.
Are we using intelligence? Are we using our God-given brain?
Or do we mimic the robots, the AI Gods and the Handbook for Dummies?
One never knows, I guess, even this work may be from outer world.
I met him accidentally
While on an errands run
Got into his space literally
With my hands heavily laden
And steadied me he did; tenderly
Looking up at my savior
Left me awestruck and dumbfounded
With my mouth as a dried up reservoir
Gazing up to him like one long retarded
As my heart beat with renewed vigor
The attraction was quick and fast
Like a wildfire it spread
In its snare and die we were cast
Effortlessly, tirelessly held
And to each other we held fast.
Townie corner boys
(a synonym for a**holes)
won't leave me alone...
bully me, hit me, hurt me,
leave me there filled with...relief
Each day at boys school
I am told I don't belong...
(I'm not an athlete)
so I am treated with scorn
by my peers AND my teachers
"You are retarded!"
Can't tell you how many times
I heard that insult
(my own academic prowess
be damned, be cursed, be ignored)
And so I’m searching,
always searching for something
I can be good at;
and, please Lord, if I can find it,
maybe the contempt will pass
Years - decades - later
a former tormentor calls;
"A school reunion!
Won't you come? Will you join us?"
But the memories still haunt
“When the heart desires what it can't possess
There lie's a hunger that’s never fed.”Quote - Poet's own
I hungered for love a long, long time
Love that bestows life beauty and rhyme
To relish feelings of happiness
Rather than horrendous ghastliness.
For joyous is what life’s meant to be
Contentment peace and tranquility
Home is where the heart lives, it is said
Where one can sleep soundly in their bed.
Not so when one’s world is retarded
Making sure every word is guarded
Unable to explore what’s in store
In the world that’s outside one’s front door.
A sad childhood stunts the inner growth
Emotionally, mentally, both
Alike a bird that’s trapped in a cage
Never allowed to have centre stage.
That is how it is and was for me
Till I grew up eventually
Then I met my love and we got wed
So now I don’t have a hunger unfed.
My story Unknown to many
I have a blind brother
9 months older
Could have been a 2nd Stevie Wonder
Except he's retarded
God don't make no mistakes it's man wrong choices and his disobedience
That separates us from His love and trust
Temporary unsound rebounds on the way to he'll
Yet, Last minute faith repentant and Mercies Grace Stands my brother though blinds
Sees better than you and me
9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
James Lee
Let us not be spiritually blind Amen
Allowed preachers to be unexceptional
Sacrificed priesthood as liberty ordain
Prophecy lingua by Hiberno accent
Endued with melodic timbrels and dances
No differs from Sufi whirling for their God
Sung the song as Moses led the sacred song
Anthemic and ambience grunge as cathedral bells
Ingrained pedal's drum and chiming guitar
Proclaimed gladness, love and peace
No men to the left and women to the right
No evil, devil, debil and imbecile words
No who errs severely retarded
Equality is their deed
Narrative music poked holy book verses
Told your own story since war pained
Die hard being Irish, shaking the pitch
Both IRA and UK, put the guns down
Tribute to: Dolores O'Riordan
Of the ancestral crystals,
the spirit is outlined in
shapes and contours ...
Asleep ore,
so it begins.
Circumscribed to vegetable
dreams of the future ...
Almost dreams then
plant ... yearns
animal ...
Animal wakes up ... retarded
but rational ...
So we arrived
for debugging ...
So living, passing,
coming and going ...
For one day to conquer,
to continue conquering ...
To be finally sublimated
in angels .. on the way
forth the light...!
Suggested song
the light - Donovan
https://youtu.be/wa5u2KuYN_k
Yesterday
Somewhere in Monrovia
Shining stars dropped off the skies
They wore a beaming smile
Brandishing their pockets and lifestyles
Somewhere in Monrovia
A container was sexually abused
Darkness crawled through her eyes
And her legs were thrown apart by
government officials
Bought duplexes with stolen funds
Drove the latest cars
Ate from best-known restaurants
Left the masses to struggle against crumbling walls
Somewhere in Monrovia
Yana boys and girls screamed
Crying, chanting and grieving
While they held pieces of our country's future
Modern and ancient thieves
Bootlickers and ill-fated beings
Mental retarded first-class animals
Embraced corruption as a way of life
Somewhere in Monrovia
We walked through the principal streets
Raised battle-cries and war songs
But they served us with torments and abject poverty
Bring back our money
Yet, with the high pitch of our voices
It seemed so low to their outer, middle
and inner ears
We now live with faded hopes and broken dreams
"Before Dawn"
It's amazing how we started on a chapter that was never scripted how the birds sang not on a Sunday morning.lt was rushed now we hush............!
Silence and Violence the new game we playing.
Repulsive , Retarded,Regretting that's the theme now.
lt was perfect ,too perfect .
Expectional...... chemistry , wedding bells matching shirts compliments.....
Now we are just two strangers again!
Crowds can be scary, become a violent band
It doesn't take a lot to turn ugly, to get out of hand
Just takes one to start it
Hell breaks out, it's retarded
Mob rule takes over instead of playing in the sand
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
Out of all frailty
I see the sea sky
and I madly fly.
Out of all fear
I see the green trace red
and I escape.
Out of all love
none the less
I see you my breath,
and I again aspirate.
Out of all sense
I see me always,
now and next departed,
and finally I get retarded.
My mind is void and compelled by echoes vibrating space between amidst and within boundaries of walls keeping what's out from in and what's in is imprisoned by liberties bell ringing again. Decieved into freedom by liberating powers taking power again. Independent from what is mysterious as the loose nut rattling my head. Incurable is my reapers blessing who cursed me with mental flexing. Thin is my spirit and thick is my soul. Injuries of blunt force trauma are as our humanitarian as our selfish drama dividing our country by feeding medias bread. Head hurts from causations pinched nerve and its audacity to be as hell bent as mankind on earth.
Who can cure what is incurable as our sin our inability to give without principle and reverence for humility. Faces are rattle tales and eyes never fail. Hearts beat life as well as spirit but brain directs the symphonies Chaotic sound uniting all organs of the body in heavenly bounds. No pill for tbi and no pill for elitist lies. Time either heals or proves that tale tail sign that without truth prayer and faith survival is in vain as I ignorantly bliss but insane.
YOU PRAY WITH A BEATING HEART---
How can I pray if I can’t talk?
How can I pray if I can’t walk?
Oh! And how do I pray if I can’t respond
And how shall I pray if I’m retarded
Hush, the silents is golden
Quiet as the night
You shall beholden communicating
With a beating heart
Just let go
Just breath
Just let go and let God
I know you find this quite odd
But yet………………..
How can I pray if I can’t talk?
How can I pray if I can’t walk?
Oh! And how do I pray if I can’t respond
And how shall I pray if I’m retarded
Hush, the silent’s is golden
Quiet as the night
You shall beholden communicating
With a beating heart
You say how can you pray to God if you can’t talk
You pray to the Lord Father God with a beating heart
You say how do you pray to Jesus Christ and God the Father
If you can’t talk…
Hush, listen…….You pray to them with a beating heart
12/08/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
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