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EMOTIONAL CONFUSION

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I'M ON A SHORT CLIFF ABOUT TO FALL OVER.
NO WORDS COME OUT OF MY MOUTH, SO I LET MY TEARS DO ALL THE TALKING.

THE TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE SAY A THOUSAND WORDS, AND MY EMOTIONS TAKE OVER ME. THEY EXPLODE AND SPEW OUT OF ME LIKE A VULCANIC ERUPTION.

I STILL GET NIGHTMARES AND NIGHT TERRORS WHERE MY SCREAMS WAKE ME UP.

IT'S A LOT EASIER TO FORGIVE THAN FORGET.
THE FEAR AND TRAUMA HAVE BEEN INJECTED INTO MY BLOODSTREAM, AND I'VE BEEN POISONED.

IT'S SO DIFFICULT TO MANAGE MY EMOTIONS. MY TRAUMA AND MY PAST HAVE BEEN EMBEDDED IN THE DEPTHS OF MY MIND.

Rage and Hatred

Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.

After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out. 

Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered 
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.

The Wallflower That Fade and Shine

i saw in the mirror, a reflection of mine
the wallflower that fade and shine
standing atop in the war against my fears
demolished the walls, became a people pleasure 
made friends that spew out poison 
nothing good came from letting pretenders into my life
took off that mask and enjoyed my own company 
now i have someone, a true friend of mine

THEM THERE CHILLREN- MY SpokenWord

"Then their child running a while why misplacement noticed ran into grandma coffee table forecast both ashtray in the race better run and bite that tongue ?? 

Steve chillin in the refrigerator eating all the sweet potatoes Billy's on the chair in the cookie jar while Kathy still in the bathroom doing her hair in the race with discipline some of y'all ain't right so you better run and bite that tongue

Linda got a mouth on her makes others feel uncomfortable she trashed her trash mouth her vulgar words she do spew out some of the words she cannot spell she rips and runs she speaks death not life oh well this is the chosen free will You Better Run and bite that  tongue

So don't get to relax don't feel like it grown don't speak to anyone uncouth stay polite when you belong because one day someone's going to tug or pull out your righteous tongue before then you spit out spit up stand up be righteous because in your disobedience
Whale and will call be still don't fall
 you better run and bite that tongue"

6/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

THOSE WORDS-

Old Testament where are the words that you spell are they having blessed those words that you spit out I speak letters that are confined at it make words I speak words that make sentences audibly I speak aloud I see with my eyes Visions heard I speak the words that are unsettling and settling all the words that I spew out I regurgitate and spit out words that are not sponsorful or blessing person all the words I no longer use blessed is the tone blessed in the syllables in the letters in the words that I now use environment no more enchantment or curses I speak a lord I speak in a happy love I speak the challenges none are flying blessedness those words that I speak and like it but I am the light in Jesus is the walking word

Watch Out for Hate

Hate will always stamp out peace.
right along with joy and life .
Hate is an ugly tormentor of the hearts
of humankind.
All it can do is spew out anger 
and violence
and catastrophe,
filling the cup to the brim,
with bitterness.

Today
we can seek out hate,
the hate in our own hearts.
We can call it out,
look at it with wise eyes
rebuke it,
do one kind thing
for the object of our hate.
It is our only hope.
The world cannot
survive, my friend,
if hate exterminates
love.

Giggly Pills

Hey good people, here comes the jester
Full of those proverbial beans
Ready to spew out a bunch more silliness
Got a whole lot more in my jeans

I'm sure my dear ole mummy and daddy
Took giggly pills 'fore I was born
It's the reason I became this silly old jester
Right away started tossing out corn

Chuckles became ingrained in yours truly
Even therapy didn't really work
Unfortunately the therapist got afflicted too
By this same old silliness quirk

So come on friends, smile along with me
You'll be amazed at the feeling of joy
The sun will shine brightly every single day
The world will be your brand new toy

Damnation

You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

- Bite the Bullet -

Exhaust filled alleyways cracked and torn
                            the wide green parks frail and worn
                      The factories spew out toxins day and night
                     winding through the air and blinding my sight
                          Paint me a picture of petals on flowers
                       as childhood mica and the glory was ours



14.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Obianuju

I fear to tell you how much of your love
that has drown me into your lake—
I'm a body under water.
Each time i walk on the street
my body, a drumsticks playing itself
would feel the rise of sensual excesses
tingling the weak layers of my cells.
Should I tell you why I come out each morning to see you?
because my heartbeats recites in elocution
at the wordings of your songs
& I'll try not to escape the ligature of music
you keep preparing for me.
You devour my heart
I'm afraid to tell you.
I've wanted my diction to appease you, smoulder every ashes infusing your mind like coal to the pot,
but it keeps infusing francophone rhythm, broken vowels clusters & brittle brittle voice.
I don't know how I'll feel
If I thaw the instant gaze frosting
under the radiances of your countenance.
Maybe I'll sink into loneliness all day long;
why I travel to the dark house every night.
Do not frown at this poem I've become, obianuju
I'll no longer lurk privily like Cobra.
I've fortify my heart to harm you via my love
where we could get hitched in the wedlock of the church
reciting poems from song of songs
that spew out from the bosom of Solomon.

Spoon Full of Defoul-

If I could have just one desire
 maybe multiples of sevens
 I would swallow my pride
 place it inside 

Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul

on a tablespoon
 sprinkle it with honey no sugar 
swallow the bitter filler of disdained 
all those monarchies enrage hierarchies

Throw up spew out a spoon full of defoul

O, what's wrong wit me
In my part of this sinful heresy
 repelling me I throw up my jealousies
 all of this inside of me 

Upchuck spew a spoonful of defile

swallowing like a spoonful of antacid
 I would take more molasses
 I spit on my shame 
I throw up in vain

 but it's not what goes in my mouth 
but yet what comes out
Raw species upchucking
 crawfishes filthy and hurt

 rather eat dirt 
but those things that come forth 
from the mouth go out from the heart
 come out of the heart 

and these things defoul the man
Please! Don't don't say this all over again!!
Help us all LORD


1/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022


St Matthews 15:18

Another Me

Another me visited again this morning,
some are welcome friends, some not; but this one
                          unfamiliar;
                            testy, touchy.

Must be careful, take care, angry ones are stronger,
seeking domination of the others.
Now people, familiar strangers; don't look!
Too late; inevitably, staring eyes meet eyes.

        The words spew out, red hot rivets
        "Are you gawking at me, you jerk?"

                          Blood on my hands,
                            pain in my head.




6th place winner
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet

To Ken Kesey and Neal Cassady

If lost in yourself,
there’s no need to be found

As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around

They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief

To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs

“You really don’t get it, man,”
they sing from their bus

They say “You’re unhip”
and “You need to be us”

The chanting of laughter,
they march to inane

Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

In the Name of Progress

Oh, the sins we commit in the name of progress,
Oh, the lives we ruin in the name of progress,
Oh, the backward steps we take in the name of progress,
Oh, the resources we waste in the name of progress,
Oh, the lies we tell in the name of progress.

Will we ever learn that though we can never stay in one spot forever?
We have a full 360 degrees at our disposal,
Automatic gear change,
And Break assist,
Machines that can turn on a dime,
Scale models,
Water testing tanks,
Wind tunnels,
Number cruncher's,
And computers to spew out dire warnings,
Records from past civilisations,
Grandparents,
Resources of all kinds at our fingertips, 
Yoga experts.

And minds trained to know better.

Sweet Earth

How many more springs will be granted.
Springs where seeds and flowers are planted.
How long will the filthy rain sustain the vigor
Of tender shoots so green and innocently eager.

We spew out human seed to take root on earth,
Lessening its space, its value and its worth.
How long until we are world of ants scurrying,
Everything trampled by the constant hurrying.

We have chipped the beauty away into rows
of ticky-tacky houses where nothing grows.
Where are the jungles, the forest primeval.
Not now but air and water that are lethal.

Oh, mourn the earth of beauteous expanse.
Now no beauty can be found with a glance.
Mayhaps we will survive - but maybe not. . .
between progress and the lessons taught.

Sleep well sweet Earth, beautiful orb.

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