They only find their voice
After the scoreboard buries them
Clawing at the rulebook like a wounded animal
Pretending the world cheated
Instead of admitting they lost
They protest with trembling pride
Poking holes in reality like a hobby
As if outrage can drown failure
If only tantrums were trophies
Denial would be a sport they dominate
If they had won
They be would dancing in celebration
Toasting themselves as legends
Never once questioning the rules
They now swear were rigged
In this modern high-tech age
surely they could have a fix
for the common ailments that abound
that knocks us off into our grtm cage
Sore throats, colds, and a blocked nose
after centuries on Earth, they still exist
why can't a cure be found in this time?
all they say is continue to blow your nose
What a sorry picture this conveys
new heart, new knees and hips are done
but the common cold can't be cured
have we really progressed in our days?
Here I am fighting these ailments
for a whole week, it's knocked me down
with no sign of a change in coming days
never blew my nose so much, quite a scent
But one day it will end
breathe clearly once again
Sooner, maybe than I think
OH, please get me on the mend
(I had a terrible cold a few weeks ago, and these thoughts came to mind of how colds still exist in our modern age)
There once were old legs full of fight,
That creak in the dawn’s early light,
Though knees whisper “stay,”
They march anyway,
With pride in each stumble despite the plight.
I've amassed a fair number of brown South Asian lovers.
In my mind I revisit one whom I slept with beneath covers,
As my swollen sore heart began beating ever sadder.
Your recent reveal was a sad steal
of all I knew.
My memory now bleeds severely
making days blue.
My world shattered and scattered
across the floor.
Something dying is out loud crying
aching and sore.
Your truth so grilling it is piercing
the past I saw.
Now that I am bruised by your news
I am plain raw.
Feeling a fragile head from words said
I’m torn apart.
No light to lend so darkness will bend
and ease my heart.
I will long mourn this unwanted thorn
that makes me cry.
I must ride the storm then wake some morn
with my eyes dry.
I need healing so I am willing
to see tears gone.
Accepting plight to put thoughts aright
I must play strong.
I accept what I cannot reject
for I love you.
Not knowing truth would alter my youth
your story flew.
Nothing to gain by showing my pain
so I hushed true.
Explanation of revelation
will not ease me.
You had a need to stop your own bleed
to set hurt free.
Never will you meet the strain of pain
for me, not thee.
It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.
The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.
The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.
The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.
It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.
The oligarchy but an orgy
We’ve never kissed a toad so warty
Hoping for a prince
Puckered with a wince
While they make the sieg heil sporty
***
British troops in Ukraine.? Well they are already there.'
Whats starners game? As peace keepers they could be
Hit' that would derail things I'm sure of it.' To much
Resources already have been drained.' Leave well enough
Alone..I would think if any really care in the main.?
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning
Sometime placement now
This new provisions shroud
Standing outside of time
Yet holding inside of time
Remember the former things
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
I don’t remember the former things;
Yet I do? My Elohim Father tells me;
Remember the former things;
Remember the former things,
In resolution in my his-story
I so my soul recalls
I am not of the earthen grounds
I am that I am birth from the heavenly
Remember the former things,
I am resound placed in a tunnel
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
A fore runner of my generational-pride
Left the Father and angels’ side
Come through the tunnel
Energy whole placed in a vessel my spirit,
Soul Remember the former things,
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning...
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
4/5/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024
Ever so
Sore that I love her
Does she truly, truly know?
That I love her
Abundantly, activated and actively
Honestly
So ever do I love her?
More than spoken life in the words
I love her
I show her
I love her for she’s Gods daughter
Sore I love her
Truly, truly love her
For mine actions speak life beyond my words
2/21/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
So I love thee
Sure I love you
Such that I love you
Surely, on point that I love you
But I shall always
Bearing always
Boasting I shall
Be ever and always present in...
I love thee
I love you
In-envisioning positioning
But I shall always
Bearing always
Boasting I shall
Be ever and always present in...
So I love thee
Sure I love you
Such that I love you
Surely, on point that I love you
sore I soar so soul that I love thee--
1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
All I can think of, is the million different ways...
that you will try to screw me over.
And I can't change my mind.
I've got the worst kind.
Sabotaging,
Anticipating,
Spiraling,
Catastrophizing.
I don't think Love is for me.
It always comes with pain.
Even when good and healthy,
my mind still thinks this way.
Ruminating.
Contemplating...
in disbelief.
But, still believing.
Warned you once, and then twice. Then again
and again and again.
Wasn't kidding, at all when I said...
my mind'll spin and spin and spin.
Be everything I need, and all that I want...
and what I never had before.
I know it's crazy. I'm unrealistic. Void's been
burning me deep to my core.
Do you deserve better? Do I deserve more?
Do I need hate?
Can you still adore?
All I can do is put trust in something,
even when my heart is torn.
Believe that this love is worth all things;
the terror, the pain...
the crazy... the dizzy...
the anxiety.... the agony...
the want... then the hate...
my heart is just too damn sore.
Sore I love thee;
Thee so I do love;
Every bit of thee;
Soul hungers breathes;
For impart you, your valued heart dove;
Soul dearest heart;
I love every part;
of the insides of you;
Dear one love, oooh;
Sore I love thee- Oh! How I love thee so I do
I shall love thee
So humbly hued;
Keeping your heart;
Which belongs totally to God all part;
So are honestly viewed;
humble, quiet and true;
Sore I love thee- Oh! How I love thee so I do
I shall love thee
Always
Beloved of the Father
Dearest Heart
Love
10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Bhai shoru me tum meray mun me daltay thay,
Shayad yehi vajah say mera gala kharab rehta.
Note.Bhai throat fukiing is unkind please stop it.
and then buzzing starts below skin
shocks shoot along veins
I hold my arm
a different pain today
it buckles the knee
grinds the shoulder
it burns the elbow
gnaws the hip
I rub my back
a deep breath and sigh
ricochets ribcage-aches like children
playing at pinball machines
another new pain today
another old pain tomorrow
the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise
and a spasm grips within muscle
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