When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!”
Mike’s “No” would reckon choice.
His mom ignored his new campaign;
rebuff became Mike’s voice.
Having seen his mom at crack's expense,
Mike felt all alone and under duress,
stranger to the world of common sense;
he started drinking to excess.
Long gone, his dad had been a souse
and likely binges somewhere yet.
Young Mike had cursed this selfish louse
through years of mixed regret.
In time, mom met her bitter demise
asleep at the wheel from drug abuse.
Shaken, this event opened Mike's eyes
struggling, he echoed “No!” to booze.
Parental hindrance gone, Mike gained
perception, a faith formerly unknown.
He found pardon, patience, peace unfeigned,
Loss ridden-out, his resolve fully grown.
A donkey and his rider were attacked
By tigers leaving no time to react
Donkey said to tiger “Chill …”
Tiger growled saying “I will,”
“You’ll bring us riders daily per our pact!”
~On the boarder of mine mistakes
I shutter I've fallen to the sounds,
grounds of mine beliefs I adhort to
say to the calling screams nevermore
to dream of those the tangled things
tangible things. Sweating bead...of
Perceptional drops of tears sore I am
the emotions of a guilt ridden-humanatee??
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
5/15/2024
Where do you think that wood's coming from?
The Earth.
Where do you think your metal grows?
Where do you think those things owned are
The Earth;
and it shows!
Hold on to what you matter
Hold on to what's been given
Hold on to your revolving
what life's been left to livin'
Rare as a child fed given
Rare as man's work hard
Baring a stake to driven
Home for a heart blessed
ridden
Ridden Hard, Put Up Wet
Worn down landscape
Ridden hard and put up wet over eons of time.
Buttes interspersed with ravines and wadis,
Vast irregular symmetry.
Clumps of purple blue green sage
To have been seen by the riders of olden times.
Clusters scattered randomly.
A patchwork without design
Covering endlessly to the horizon
Intermingled with beef and horse.
The buttes come in irregular waves of shapes and sizes.
Conical breasts sprung up in ridges,
Or sometimes alone at the sky line.
Isolated flat tops
Or long Capetown table mountains;
African ant hill shapes,
Crenulated with skirts of vertical old rivulet stripes.
The overstory of bare hard scrabble thin land
Draped to the side of the ravines
Exposing the layers of understory limestone below.
Sentinel wood line posts, strong with wire, guard the narrow highway
That rolls with the landscape.
Occasional cotton wood ribbons
Crosses the roadway over the sign ‘Dry Run Creek’ which still remains dry until the rain comes.
All this
Served under the banner of blue sky
Shredded with a mare’s tail wisp of clouds
7/13/2020
magical evening
a caged old dormant dog drools
ridden in rabies
~
poor sick little dog
he's hurt and he needs some love
vaccine cures him some
5/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
There's a mist heavy and hard
All around this sad graveyard
That's filling my hart with pain
Thinking I'm the one to blame
For your demise from this earth
Not knowing what it's all worth
When darkness covers the light
After having a huge fight
With the one I care about
Every day I want to shout
Because you left angrily
And it's weighing heavily
That your madness caused the crash
Taking your life as you smash
Into the river down below
Now your wearing a halo
As I have to face each day
Without you---it's not O.K.
That I'm here barely surviving
Minutes pass by as I'm striving
To find courage that I need
Not to cut myself and bleed
From the guilt that i still feel
It's becoming way too real
My heart can not be mended
As my life is finally ended
Limerick : Once a scandal-ridden Monarchy
Once a scandal-ridden Monarchy
Took to breeding with Tom Dick & Harry
The last Prince with scant blue
Donned the saffron robe true
Thus Millésime House lost lineage Tree.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
ANGST RIDDEN
Sometimes I feel there are too many people inside me:
A cool guy telling me not to go to work;
And some older woman warning me
That workshy people are heading for poverty;
And that serious dude always spoiling my fun
With dire statements about health or safety;
And who invited that woman with the hair in tight bun?
She’s always trying to put my life in perspective,
And showing how there are all these poor people,
Losers who could do with a handout from my hard-earned cash.
Sometimes I dunno if I’m coming or going
With all these people inside me.
One fella tells me I am pretty clever dude,
He always has a side-kick called “Yeah But” -
Who’s always finding fault with my efforts.
Can’t really tell who is right and wrong
And in the end I wonder who I really am.
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