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Abased backspaced,
Barefaced boldfaced
Debased facestraight
Bowl shaped misplaced
Toothpaste Colgate™
9/21/19
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
gilt
but of intricacy
of a mirror’s frame
guilt
shown an ember in me
am I not the reflection’s heel
am I not intrinsic
asked, though eschewed
you judge me mirror
abased, now
heavens just let me be
in my own camouflaged
hypocrisy
A lifetime crossed
A time remembered
At childhoods cost
A soul dismembered
And flesh embossed
As if surrendered
Away he’s tossed
As trash he’s rendered
Abased, his family lost
After, for cash he’s tendered
An autos fuel exhausts
Airfare paid, return to sender
Form:
An unfledged soul in eminent need
Longing for truth, yearning for purity
While trying to die to my flesh daily
I was beclouded with confusion
I was set up by an affliction
Causing me to rearrange my deliberation
Now I have abased myself
Praying for salvation
Above all the edges;
Complete conversations;
Torrent decisions;
Abased delusions;
As I am out if my head
And I'm trapped in my mind
Of make believe
Reality receive
Promises believed
Still talking heads
3/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
You have some things
That I do not possess
That I need from you;
But will I be abased
And look to you to receive it
The way you will give it.
I have some things
That you do not hold
That you need from me;
But will you be humiliated
And look up to me to take it
The way I know to give it.
A bandoned, abased facing failure
C alculating catastrophic paper
R ecycling thoughts recreate some ideas
O bsolete thinking antique panacea
S agacity scripted by greased lightning pen
T ablespoons filled with some of that cayenne
I dealize the idealogy of wise men
C onsider acrostic power write again
Thanks PD for the challenge
Written: July 14, 2014
I see His footprints in the sand,
Which time, for me, has not erased.
I see those nail scars in His hands,
In His death for me He was abased.
Upon His head, a crown of thorns,
They laid stripes across His back.
As He stood at the cross forlorn,
In His love for me there was no lack.
Even Peter had denied Him thrice,
But in dying for all mankind's sin.
Jesus was paying the ultimate price,
That mankind could be born again.