Short Stife Poems

there are soldiers in the war
please let this be no more
just let them use the phone 
so that they can all go home
inocent live are being taken
i think we all must awaken
no one has a right to lose a life
because they're putting up with our stife...

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MY GOD IS MORE THAN ENOUGH

My God is more than enough
My Lord shall provide
All that I have
Is yours
You whom I adorn
My God is enough more
My Father still opens door
And allows me to walk through
The valley of misfortune, troubles and stife
He alone saves my life

7/17/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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I'll leave the knife on the shelf 
For just one more day
So i wont kill myself
Cause it's only myself I'd betray

I'll sit in the shadows 
Dreaming of open meadows
Where I can cut myself freely 
And do it ever so joyfully

I still wait for someone to care 
Someone who my pain they can bare 
Somebody to take this knife
And someone to end this endless stife...

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The mayor wakes us up at six
to tell us we're to noise
What garbage trucks and City Shmucks
are paid to be as toys

To keep us all from sleeping well
and get us angry for it
And make our neighbor think it's Hell
and swear at us just for it

To tell us all we don't deserve
the better part of life
When silence lets us sleep in peace
and mayors know to stife...

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bull monster slumbers on the soft cloud of life
without stress or concerns, with no kind of stife.
his mama gave him the assignment all bull monsters want.
he rolls in his dreams, and his lips give a grunt.

does bull monster ever come down here? Asked my boy.
no, he stays there to guide us, giving us gulps of great joy.
he dreams our dreams first, filtering all of the nasties out.
bull monster wants us to sleep soundly, not nightmare about....

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As I sit in my room,
Through the morbid like gloom,
I think of a way,
To finish the day...
If I slit on my wrist or leg,
My friends will only plead and beg,
For me to stop my evil ways,
And make me to live another day...
Only through my days at home,
I feel like I am all alone,
Even through the pain and stife,
I make it through another night...
As I sit in my room,
Through the morbid like gloom,
I slit my wrist as though in fright,
That I might live another night......

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