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I would much rather be a member of the minority capable of critical thinking,
as opposed to a member of the majority susceptible to easy influencing.
If only hate was a virus;
we could immune
ourselves with love
that is pure.
Pity,
it’s a social disease—
susceptible to treatment
but impervious to cure.
A Prophet is not one who can predict future acts.
He’s given the grace to see and relate the facts.
To those who are blind,
he appears most unkind,
And is susceptible to all kinds of attacks.
Finding the existence of something which never existed,
Heart went on and on despite the mind staunchly resisted,
'Kind-heartedness' was the one considered to be vulnerable,
'Presence of mind' became the one to be contrarily susceptible!
EVERYTHING IN EXTREMIS -:-
unbridled
featured
feelings
unpredictable
genius
in CULTURED CIRCLES
confront
susceptible
concerns
sympathetically
supposed
in OVERT ALLEGIANCES
evoking
sublime
precedents
equivocably
redolent9
Vulnerable
endangered unprotected
exsposed, unsafe, in peril
well protected resilient immune to
ungauarded prey susceptible
opened attacked
Invulnerable
12/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© from anthology "COGNISANT”
I am too susceptible to poetry
a perfect metaphor
wakes me from stupor
and a clever rhyme
takes me to the sublime
while an elegant elegy
drives away my lethargy
but a mismetered sonnet
makes me hot under the bonnet.
Yet for all these wonders
I struggle to be free
and usually draw a blank.
Furocity - it boils within the very vessels in essence
Bursting esteemed love, susceptible in it's unwavering
Vulnerability
Purity abreast of angelic fortification so easily crumbled
Shattered as splintered crystal fury slashes altruistic tracts
Lively divine power, immeasurable, snuffed by frailty
Resentful vengeance's suffocating unrelent.
Opening
your heart to others
is risky,
leaving you
completely vulnerable,
when your walls come down.
Beyond hope
and rarer than love,
trust is earned
over time;
granting it unrestricted
access to your heart.
Like a key,
trust unlocks your heart
and leaves you
unguarded;
susceptible to fake friends,
who can now hurt you.
Due to currency i mourn the death of courtesy.
It has spawned greed to help hate, lies, and corruption feed.
Causing the few's wants to be more than the many's needs.
Even children are susceptible to its toxic seed.
When in this world, compassion is just a fantasy.
The never filling void engulfs empathy,
and no one is able to see beyond the word "Me".
There is a wind,
an ageless wind,
blowing with a malevolent motive,
sweeping susceptible souls-
a multitude of them-
like pieces of paper
to where they abhor to be.
I know I possess no power
on my own
to withstand this wind,
but I beseech thee,
oh Lord,
grant me grace
not to waver,
but to stand solidly
till the trumpet sounds
or till my earthly journey ends.
who is he who looks through our eyes
fuelling thoughts that glow in mind
consciousness which as our heart sighs
this is the source we need to find
the source is in heart detected
subtle and imperceptible
we are all interconnected
each to each is susceptible
as a spark entwined with the whole
we have a duty to perform
to illumine space is our goal
conjuring in it a bliss storm
Never let your life become mundane
Whatever you have witnessed
There are more wonders to see
Life has barely read a chapter
So turn over the page and as you do
Look carefully and it will set you free
Age doesn't make you any less a child
Your eyes have been open longer
But no less susceptible to awe
Love has an ageless soul
So let your heart cave in
See life's beauty and love once more
‘Change’
Eager to change?
Not really.
All you are is susceptible to society.
God forbid we feel what you feel.
There’s no such thing as anxiety.
Lock your doors and close your windows.
We don’t want to hear the cries of widows.
Live in a perfect world.
Where there’s nothing to change
Because that’s what brought an end to every great dynasty’s fame.
- Amna Tariq.
I envision the very first
Uttered words of Man ascending
Like misty vapor suspended
As endless cloud-filled vibrations
That eventually rain down
On forthcoming generations
In the form of inspiration;
Imbuing the susceptible
Psyche with imaginative
Powers of profound expression;
The maker of philosophers,
The artists, writers and poets
Whose effectiveness must return
To its primal source whence it came.
It’s always been this way
But now it’s plain for all to see,
Crazy not only draws crazy to it
Like a moth to flame, it also is contagious,
A flame now uncontained, blowing in the wind,
Spreading to the susceptible.
Like the corruption of minors
The insanity of our time
Grows while we passively absorb
In schools and entertainment,
In daily news and inner dreams
What was never meant to be consumed,
What never intended to be contained.
9/5/26)
Torrential rain dipped
The beautiful land in tears .
Rivers roared , tarnishing the obstacles in its growth .
Floating tree in water
Carried an half broken nest .
Love bird cried in search of its beloved .
Decayed corpse scattered around ,
Revealed how liveliness drowned in carnage .
Poet sung the song of cessation .
Saint preached the sermon of severing .
When sinful mind susceptible to grim ,
Inner being still in search of eternal .
Substantial quadrants of hate
Throughout these veins circulate
Spiraling in frenzied states
Adrift an ailing coma
Infinite corruption clawed my corneas
Birthing the erasure of euphoria
Imprinting trademarks of memoria
Leaving in wake vile aromas
All confidence dissolved to solvents
Due to definitive involvement
Susceptible to gaunt installments
Marring my skin with melanoma
Mother Earth serves as a mime
Humanity must be refined
Unpredictable, never typical.
Maybe I'm criminal, don't know it all.
Sitting on the brink of the unknown,
I slip forwards into the fall.
Insanity, not part of humanity.
All on my own, no parachute.
Chaotic, severance of mind.
Don't want to embrace the wind.
Emotional, and susceptible,
To influencial darkness.
Feel the hours go by,
As I fall deeper in pain.
Incapable, not intentional.
Embarrassment to myself.
Trying desperately not to cry,
As I fall into this impact.
variety of size, limbs
once helpless in the wind,
a haphazard torrent of leaves.
no pleasantries in rescind.
moss, plush with bouncy roots
tripartite surgery of bark,
sans clean cut.
ground level hallmark
apartments, at close inspection,
varmints inhabit an oak.
how do trees survive the dark
when susceptible to croak?
the yard with all its idiosyncrasies,
a social distancing playground
for a curious player of minecraft —
a five year old’s hardly earthbound.
4/17/2020