Black and white investigation,
finger curls and a curtain of lies.
All the badge wants is the truth,
while his heart could care less.
Black and white interrogation,
sullen eyes meet silken gloves.
The facts are straight forward,
so why can’t we uncover them?
Black and white confession,
it’s impossible to take it all in.
How is femininity so violent?
A cigarette, a mask of burns.
Black and white sentencing,
now both have become victims.
For you see they are magnets,
drawn close by opposing sides.
i saw your smile, then fell from grace -
plunged like Icarus out of the lofty skies
and traded that innocuous, frigid space
for the beautiful muddle in your eyes.
i watched my clean slate begin to fade;
the homespun, pristine virtues turn to dust
and fully embraced the holy wreck we made
out of a placid, fragile trust.
because heaven is a mere patient cage
of tediously slow hymns and blinding white
in comparison to this colliding rage,
this enchanting freefall through the night.
if planting my feet firmly against your skin
means that paradise is forever lost to me,
then, by all means, let my sentencing begin...
for I will wear the wreckage quite happily.
Welcome to: Hard on Yourself Prison,
Where sentencing is added to every decision.
Driven into vexatious thoughts,
A cycle of emotions, accusations wrought.
Caught in wordy why’s and wherefores,
Redundant objectives only multiplying more.
Questioning the inquisitioner:
Are they a good fibber or an ambiguous listener?
The harshest judge lives within..
To start afresh—where do I begin.
Let’s pack the critical encumbrances that weigh us down..
And loosen every tether that keeps us bound.
Bad balloon
Harassing the enchanting moon
Covering song performed by wham
While playing lead singer in the legendary contra band
Dropping buds
Not knowing what?
Is going on
Fooling around, dropping potential cancerous bombs
Smoking I mean
Luring teens
Turning them ugly, abusive and mean
Disrupting travel
Unleash verdict’s parachute gavel
Sentencing the trip, ‘unravel’
Due to going pop
Taking a sniper shot
Sending the cargo towards the ground
Hopefully, found
Going down
Identified not the telescope, Hubble
Now in major, government trouble
It’s fantasy bubble
Has no one to cuddle
Realizing action was a must
Peaceful bust
Sending bad balloon to an eternal rest
Deeming it the best
Allowing the mess
To confess
And surrender, accepting arrest
Dedicated to George Stinney Jr
The mind of a child
Is one supposed to be filled with innocence
But his was clouded with fear
Barely out of the womb
And already he would be buried in a tomb
He barely had time to start life
Barely had time to love and be loved
He barely had time to be a son
He would make history
Just not how he would've imagined
He would become the youngest person on death row
Youngest person to be executed on death row
A black boy who never got to be a boy
His last thoughts were a prayer
To be saved, to be seen, to be given a chance
'Are you there God, its me george'
Unfortunately God's grace doesn't extend to his black 'children'
Unfortunately his life was cut short
Unfortunately he wouldn't get to grow old
Apparently he wasn't deemed worthy enough for 'God's love'
Justice was never served
Even after 81 years
Mr. Glock committed a crime
Its accomplice got away
It could not speak for itself
The defense attorney
entered a plea of innocence
by reason of no limbs.
The judge set bail in bullets.
I had an extra magazine and chipped in.
Mr. Glock was released with an ankle monitor
that it wore around its stock.
It was told to stay a barrel's length away from the victim
with which it easily complied.
After sentencing, it was melted down.
Into a modern age relief.
Then put on display... "public enemy number 1," it said.
Soon after, Mr. Wesson
committed a similar crime, with the very same accomplice.
He was arrested; the accomplice smiled at the security camera
and is still on the lam.
He's considered temporarily unarmed and always dangerous.
It was as if we received an unwanted grounding from the heavens above.
“No friends, no going out, no leaving the house” they said with a disgruntled gaze.
But what had we done so wrong, so foul, to deserve such a sentencing?
Was the bed not made before we tip-toed out past the guards of midnight?
Did we forget to kiss our partners before they embarked on another Tuesday morning commute?
Or did we talk back to the emotionless big men perched on stale thrones?
Do share with the group,
so sanctity can weasel itself back into place in this mad, mad world.
Freed from cocoons of shapeless winter coats,
Pert women flutter sparsely bright-arrayed
To tempt male eyes and steal my glancing dotes
Though wife lurks near with rain for spring's parade;
Despite air tender-soft as kitten's breath,
She folds pale arms to bring a cold front's chill
Then casts dark glower sentencing my death …
And why? Because I glimpsed a vernal thrill?
How silence thunders, warning of her storm,
Then sobs whip up cyclonic bursts of wind
As flooding tears beseech me to reform--
But spring! It's you who've made her this chagrined
And, though Red Cross will mend tornadic path,
'Tis I, alone, must bear wife's springtime wrath!
February 13, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Michelle Faulkner, sponsor
I
More than 2,000 years ago Satan, aka Diabolos, Lucifer, Lord of flies, and Devil, is defeated - for every believer in God, our Creator-Father-Savior. Hallelujah
II
How is Satan defeated when he unleashes foul, slave spirits in the world almost each new hour? When He was crucified, Jesus died, but in three days He resurrected. This means Jesus beat death. In this way, the inventor of death, Satan, was defeated. But he seems to exercise power yet? Explain that ...
III
Yes, defeated and sentenced to the bottomless pit of hell, Satan is. But the sentencing is a forensic, legal proceeding, yet to be followed by execution of the sentence concluded at Calvary (Jesus' victory on a Cross of unimaginable shame, pain, and humiliation).
Grow Up America Do the Right Thing
Doctors and nurses are exhausted, stressed and depressed.
Working themselves to death, for people who don’t care.
Fighting a fight the USA is not winning.
I have a suggestion.
No due diligence, you can stay at home.
No concern about others, you do not get a hospital bed.
The unvaccinated are unknowingly murdering innocent people.
Taking up the hospital rooms, they are sentencing others to death.
Heart attack victims, stroke victims, and other victims are dying.
Because the hospital beds are full of selfish people who care only about themselves.
Focusing on their “right” to not get a Covid-19 vaccine.
I think this should be the way it goes down.
No vaccine, no bed.
No vaccine, no hospital services.
The anti-vaccine freaks’ selfishness is killing others.
They have commandeered the entire health care system.
Their “rights” are murdering the spirit of many doctors and nurses.
Who get to watch others die, because they cannot get a bed.
Grow up America. Get united and do the right thing.
Life full of pardons
The day my soul new pleasure
Forgiveness a treasure
A clemency smiles
Appealing sentencing sympathy appealing
1/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
She has the power
The power over men
The power over woman
She is strategical about it
She is psychological with it
Ur mind will be consumed by her
Ur life will seem incomplete without her
Her spell is a hard one to break
Trust the one who speaks from experience
Her intent is clouded by riddles and giggles
Wandering and moping fill ur life, not truly knowing
Only the thought of her arouses ur fantasy
Her feelings are all that matter to u both
Her seductive grin towards u marks ur sentencing
Cold blooded is her nature
She was voted most likely to ghost someone
No one knows that better than he who speaks from experience
HOMELESS
Every sentiment gradually or suddenly gone,
Smells in the kitchen, that graced the home,
Every precious little treasure, given great care,
All that once was, no longer there.
Like a boulder a victim of circumstance,
tragically beholding the loss at first glance.
At the stake of a man’s pride and dignity,
A blow below the belt, and cut down at the knee,
Who knew that all that there was, was at stake,
For the right, for the wrong, to selfishly take,
The walk out the door and down the street,
Aimless existence, the bittersweet.
Sentencing now done, a living suicide,
The living dead to the world, just trying to survive,
Restore to the man a reason to be,
More than just existing, another day to see,
In a car, on a bench, under a tree...
Whatever the reason, however it happened; homeless.
They were both looking
Didn't understand it's anatomy
Of their reckless emotions
They did not have a strategy
Both of them trying hard
To figure out a remedy
To their raging wild fire
So much negative energy
Like a judge that laid the gavel
Gave them both a sentencing
A verdict of failure to each other
Now they are real enemies
Both pointing fingers at
The opposite allegedly
But if they both let go of
All they're hatred shed and see
That they were just toxic
Not their fault regrettably
No one is to blame when
You are just not meant to be
experiment with pre 16th century script for legibility; back then
it was difficult enough to read let alone translate; no punctuation,
spacing, sentencing, paragraphing etc etc; just sharing letters
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one hand clapping
...paradigm...sourepeat...
...shade...veryawn...
...ingasp...asthears...
...wiftlyet...ellistener...
...suchidden...uanceach...
...ourains...acrement...
...onesound...eepesthought...
...silencever...eignsweet...
stan sand
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