I wear a smile but it’s out of spite,
my fixed sign’s reading ‘Battery Low’.
Growth’s stunted by artificial light.
Across our visage muscles are tight,
is it possible someone could know?
I wear a smile but it’s out of spite
Over time you form a stalactite,
a landmark directing where to go.
Growth’s stunted by artificial light.
Walking widdershins is never right.
Staining each fingertip with a glow,
I wear a smile but it’s out of spite.
Imposing shadow comes with a bite,
so deceptive letting nothing show.
Growth’s stunted by artificial light.
Natural progress will bring delight,
even when delayed by vertigo.
I wear a smile but it’s out of spite,
growth’s stunted by artificial light.
Shouting without reason
Burning voices that crackles
With horse wisp of a growl
In pain without dsicription
Hollow feeling of regret
Short spout of unreasoning
Stop without going
Shattering sentence
No words that describes
The pouting with snarling
Couping without balance
Grip with a fist with fury
A smile looks of a cringe
Speaking with loudness
Expression looks unsure
This anger has voice
The prison of my mind
got me locked in insanity,
Solitary thoughts
carving scars in my sanity.
A sick symmetry of misery
mixed with glee,
I grin through the chaos
while it chews through me.
I can’t break free
chains fused into bone,
Demons on a leash,
but I still sleep alone.
They whisper like prophets,
preach death as the truth,
I bite back the urge
just to prove I’m not loose.
I don’t want to lose,
but I’m tired of war,
Every breath feels like
I’ve fought it before.
Hope tastes like blood
when it slips through my teeth,
I bury my prayers
where the light won’t reach.
I walk through hell
with my head held straight,
Spite in my veins,
I refuse to break.
If I’m damned either way,
I’ll claw, I’ll stay,
I’ll tear through the dark
just to find my way.
Honied chasers soothe mixed thinks
Life and Knowledge, lethal links
Snakes and trouble bloom at night
Eden’s Garden despite its spite
Shall I compare thy fretful mind to night,
Where shadows feast upon thy wasted flame?
Cease pouring gold on worry's endless spite,
And turn that fire to belief's bright claim.
Let not the thief of doubt devour thy days,
Nor fear's cold hand choke hope's ascending breath;
Instead , with courage's hand, direct thy rays
To grow, to heal, to conquer mortal death.
For energy, that swift and sacred stream,
Doth choose the path where life's true river runs;
If bent on grief, it breeds a barren dream,
But aimed at self, it births triumphant suns.
Thus , waste no more thy power on needless care--
Believe, and watch thy spirit's kingdom flare.
when they say I can’t
I am spurred on to go the extra miles
putting in time I did not know I had
do I think it will awe them?
I know better.
But I have to admit
some of my most wonderful decisions
were made out of spite or desperation
I never went back to school because I wanted to
I went back because I could not tell an old lady
I did not want to walk the same direction every day
She refused to even walk the route backward
Out of spite I got my masters degree plus ninety-four
Gone are the great cats and bears
Gone are the terrifying snakes and boars
Gone are the ravaging marauding hoards
And in their place spiteful neighbors
Stir up their troubles
In their desire to be right and righteous
Blissful in their ignorance
That they are none other
Than the other they despise.
(3/2/26)
Oil and water do not mix
So much as you and I
cannot hold the same space
We can no longer come together without something in between us as if it was gluing us with spite
for the extra effort
We breathe with viscous flow and utter words of contempt
We do not mix
Yet they all say
we are a montage
cold
calculated
formal
scared
words describing the features i bare
the ones given to me by the force beyond my control
by hands and words that shaped my mold
are you proud, are you happy
do these words bring you grace
knowing i never have to come back to your gaze
escaped from the prison
and the holding cell
the room i locked myself in
a confinement in hell
churned and burned
like sand into glass
i evolved my thinking
to be faster and at last
I broke from your grip
even if you say it was held dear
at the end of the day i choose to disappear
My sibling sister and friend without spite
or rivalry, I loved beyond compare;
Athena-like and lovely as the night,
your soul, a brilliant flame that burned with flair,
gave light to me and soothed my manic fears;
maternal saint and healer, you alone
have cared for me these dark, life-threatening years:
you rose as I declined—who might have known?
What genius I was you chose to forswear;
I still loved you more and not any less,
for I recalled childhood moments we shared,
of former times that gave us happiness.
Always loyal and by your side, I remained:
your brother, steadfast, sure, and wholly trained.
One bee out of many in f l i g h t~~~~
Arrived in my garden in f r i
g h t
It danced on my
c u p
Then
s
u
c
k
e
d
up a sup
And s t u n g through my glove
o u t
of spite
I fight day and night
I fight
Every light I see is of my own devices
Every dark moment i endure is of my own devices
I fight
Even if they say my light is another's
I fight
I hold onto my strength
And do not let their gods choose for me
this is my right
My fight
I will build myself up
Without your gods and demons
for my demons are more than your gods could fight
So here is sit
Fighting to be recognized throw my own ing plights.
I'll show my talents
In spite
Cause its my fight.
Sadist sadiq says; Londons having ulez
And he; only, he'll decide.'
Only he'll decide.!
Sadist sadiq says, we all need ulez
With cameras both near and wide.'
Sadaist sadiq says; sadist sadiqe says
And you will comply, ...You must comply '
Sadist sadiq says; its not
Yet; house arrest,
'When it is; he will, decide.'
Then he'll decide.!
Sadist, sadiq says you will, get through
Each day, with angst for what you'll find.?
There will be mad laws; oft without any
Clause, and always some type of fine.'
Sadist sadiq says,..that; He wants your
mind..!
Sadist sadiiq says, schwab has many
Ideas, to add pressure upon your life, you
Must comply, or the world will die, so a cull
Is to end that strife, a cull up-on this; a cull
Upon that, on freedom and healthy lives.'
Sadist sadiq says...Also that you; will comply.!
You held my energies my heart beating in alignment with yours;
Yours truly, displeasures you corrupted your body pure;
I love you in spite of your imperfections your reckless cover;
Self-destruction callous ignoring your inter life’s beauty;
I care for you deeply, though you bring me demeaning;
You won’t stop yourself destruction ways;
You won’t stop misbehaving so I’ll just love you away ALWAYS!
6/24//23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ?2023
I’m just so drained
Im slap out of fight
It’s rained and rained
Drowned is my sight
My world is so dark
I can’t find the light
If there were an escape
I’d be on the next flight
But this isn’t right
My neighbors can see
My chest feels tight
I struggle to breathe
I keep on moving
But what am I proving
I search for relief
For something soothing
It won’t come tonight
Tomorrow, it might
But I’m fairly certain
It won’t, out of spite
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