MY FEAR
My first fear
That was my only fear
Was how to face my fear
And make myself dare it
I won't succumb
Even though I'm sored
Afraid of that is Unknown
Of what becomes of my fear
To a step each day I'm faced
Dilemma to consummate my desire
At the beckons of rivers of pleasure
Wake! Oh Awake my Soul to a rise
The feeler may be petrified
At the sight of the blinded veil
Yet! Fear of unknown wont rise
Wheel of fate to consume my gaze
Humor laugh so hard I cry-aloud
Sored, that I sneezed involuntary expulsion of urine, I peed
just like an toddler child
2/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
To mend.my broken heart
She loves me no more
Once cherished and
Adored
Now I am bruised and
Sored
I thought this was
The part, were she:d
Be my wife
We have a lovely start
Someone to love the
Rest of my life
She wishes to be apart
This bed of thorns
I share alone
All those days full of
Love
Those days are all
But gone
Meddlers played their
Part
All this tentions share
You and I are apart
This burden I must
Bare
Cry like a rainy day
Which causes
I have known
I have a broken heart
Which then am all
Alone
Now that we are part
All feelings aRe gone
Help me mend my
Broken heart
For which I can't
Pretend
Make me full of
Love
Be more than a Freind
Devote all of your
Time
For which must be
Repaid
Marry me when you're
Smart
Love me all of future
Days
See I Know I ain't been perfect
I have faults to
Those times I spent with
Others
I should've been with you
To mend.my broken heart
She loves me no more
Once cherished and
Adored
Now I am bruised and
Sored
I thought this was
The part, were she:d
Be my wife
We have a lovely start
Someone to love the
Rest of my life
She wishes to be apart
This bed of thorns
I share alone
All those days full of
Love
Those days are all
But gone
Meddlers played their
Part
All this tentions share
You and I are apart
This burden I must
Bare
Cry like a rainy day
Which causes
I have known
I have a broken heart
Which then am all
Alone
Now that we are part
All feelings aRe gone
Help me mend my
Broken heart
For which I can't
Pretend
Make me full of
Love
Be more than a Freind
Devote all of your
Time
For which must be
Repaid
Marry me when you're
Smart
Love me all of future
Days
See I Know I ain't been perfect
I have faults to
Those times I spent with
Others
I should've been with you
The scorching soil seemed seamless
For the drooping-headed ones
Tongues tell the tales
The thirsty throats fail to utter:
Spotted, sored, nightmarish
Gazing at the slowly sliding soil
Stars of the faces are dimmed,
Lighting no more the darkening dreams
Feeding no more the wearying wings
Yet the oasis lies near
Its beckoning shimmer heave
Behind the mist of frustration
Its whispering waves die
At the gate to the fallen flags
That hang from the drooping heads
If only…
The stars could shine
The flags could rise,
But the oasis never quietens
As long as the heart beats,
The oasis never quietens
my style is a cover for how ugly i feel
any love I give myself I got at a steal
from compliments I don't believe
of pretty things I can't perceive
I've deceived myself about emotions
I indulge in others some devour my devotion
I'm left with a notion of neglect that I reflect upon
I brought it upon myself to defect starting dawn
I'm spawned from sensitivity
but my activities roar of reason
I'm a sored season of all weathers
please I tell my mirror I'm not ready for all my capable feathers
I fly broken winged
I belch out passioned sings
still I'm motionless in emotional things
I long to bring me to a compromising balance
instead of despising my very flaws and talents
because I will always just have all that I am
I want to love myself once again
-B. Maxine
You never knew that I loved you,
But I was always around you.
I spent my free time with you always,
You could not smell my love from afar.
You told my friend that you loved her.
I was so furious you didn't know why.
With a sense of an 'unreturned' love,
I walked away to start a new life.
I could not love anyone for long,
For I was so sored and so pained.
But I knew then that very soon,
My true love will emerge on the scene.
I've no regrets that you didn't love me,
For I have found now a better love.
My new love is so sweet and so pure,
Better than what I had had for you
Chorus
Don't love me again,
don't love me.
I don't need your love,
don't love me
The scavenger dog
Moving along the dirty streets
With its standing ears down
Sored at both tip. No gametes
At sight sex unknown no proper noun
Running away from stones
Well targeted, thrown by the jocular juveniles
For showing interest in contested bones
They laugh unhappily as their best friend flies
Feasting on the black round faeces
Of well fed fat goats
Or a week old lorry ridden rats or rotten Pisces
Puddle. Lucky when it sees a bone that floats
Playing seriously with Latrine flies
Who always surround its nine vivid ribs
Sucking nectar where it wounds lies.
In its hair dead ticks build their cribs.
Lying comfortably on the puffy street sewage
Allowing the fighting mice to lull it to death
It was after a drink from the drainage
And barking on a scorpion which it later ate.
Shaking helplessly on the road
Till the lead trailer ran pass it.
It was buried by cars and buses full with load
The worms and flies could not just die with it
It was a pregnant dog.
so unwanted
so unneeded
say you care
but you don't mean it
all that I've said
and all that I've bleed
was never really good
enough 'cause im so dead
lonely for a soul
heart so cold
and i can't even breathe yet you don't care
but i was there
and i stared
and i never saw the good in you
that i saw before
and i so adored but it's lost now and so are you
living without a meaning heart
still bleeding
try to move on but im still feeling
i needed you but you
weren't there
i searched for you
but again you didn't care
as long as your still happy i'm okay
there will be new tears and other days
to feel so lonely
but yet so crowded
all that you've said is all that I've doubted
I've found.
I've lost.
I've payed
and you've costs
you see, you ignore
i've hurt
and i've sored
i've cried
you've frowned.
if you ever need me i'll try not to be around.
Trampling caused travails of a mare,
Now hopping like a piece of flubber,
While ambling with Sir Greyedalot,
When he had honored the stables yesterday,
She was taken out for a warm up,
And she had truly ambled out,
She was about to be spurred to gallop,
Suddenly she saw the one she had not in years,
It was majestic as it had walked in,
Knighthood of horses should be his and his alone,
That mien and that tail,
With a proud head he soared high,
Probably they had changed hand on him of recent,
But she already had a reason,
All she desired was to be by him,
So what if she had about his age sired in her a few times,
She had not galloped yesterday,
Till SirGreyedalot had walloped,
Which sored the travails,
Now on return she was bound in a corner stable,
Away from the new boy,
She now planned her protest,
And let them know her mind,
She was legging sleep that night,
Making her plans,
Came morning,
Her travails turned to wail,
As she was led out to be sold,
As she had grown old.
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