The time has come…
to quietly walk away,
we all knew it would come eventually,
people have gone on with their lives,
just accept it, alone once again….
like the tumbleweed blowing across deserted road, at least it has a solid surface in which to cross..
the time has come, darkened skies give way to thunder, moon has fell no light to shine….children of the night my only friends….desertion is our common ground…the barren trees our only shelter; garbage bags cover our lonely bodies..
The time has come, black bird keep watch, street lights serve as candles of sorrowful times, loved ones companionship…
Names are no longer needed, as animals don’t talk, only my dog to give me unconditional love…Jesus no longer sees my worth….
The knowledge drags me down to the floor
Whatever you do, don’t write it out loud
Don’t give it a life, find any distraction
Too painful to process and look in the eye
Tears drown our eyes, blurring the scene
Reality hovers on our shoulders, demanding to be heard
The minute has come, you need to walk out the door
If only for now, please not forever
For so many years it's 'Let's go!' 'Let's go!
The time has now come ~ Let go!
There must be time
When like Jacob
I pluck your eye from your socket
And place it inside of mine
Pluck my eye from my socket
And place it inside of yours
So-
I look at you with your eye
you look at me with my eye
Then
You will watch your tongue
Before you spit your words
Even after I return your eye
And take mine
To both our sunken sockets.
Inspired by Jacob L. Moreno
the time has come to bury tim
his artificial heart could not take the reality
when he was born, the world became more colorful
his energy and his smile was like water to what once was
i will remember his baseball card collection and his passion for the game
he could have been another ozzie smith for he cut enough flips
he idolized derek jeter as well and would light up when he saw him play
when his weak heart expressed itself, gone was his original dream
however, he found another
after reading poems by e.e. cummings, he tried to write poems like him
tim emulated and imitated until he made it his own
one day i will post a few of his works
until then, the time has come to bury tim
rest easy, dear sweet nephew, i was hoping that you would make it to ten
If the deli seems smelly
and the fast food tastes rude
The time has come
to cook your own food
A piece of advice
ere you begin
Scrub and clean all the cookware
before the ingredients go in
I will “seek and find,” and not wait any longer.
I am coming to The Father
I am calling a new beginning ,
for a new opportunity,
No longer sinning, I’m starting a new beginning
Moving on, moving on now I’m stronger, I am strong
Moving from something and from someone
In the most positive light,
444
“I have arrived,” “I have arrived,”
“I have arrived,” “I have arrived,”
“My time has come“
“My time has come.”.” In other words, your hard work has finally paid off.
444
I have arrived, I have arrived
In the most positive light, I have arrived
Moving on now strong, I have arrived, I have arrived
444
My time has come, I’m now truly alive
I have arrived, I have arrived
In Number 444
I am alive, I have arrived
In number 444
Moving on my time has come
My time has come
I am alive, I have arrived
Hallelujah I am alive, I have arrived
Hallelujah, 444 my time has come
My hard work has finally paid off
Now I am truly alive, I am alive, I have arrived
I have arrived
4/13/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
we had bad roads
we had to un load
now its our goal
there[s work to be done
to make change
our TIME
HAS COME
Tears in my eyes
I turn to the Skies
To tell the full moon
That she will see me soon
The days are gone since you were mine
The days are gone, there is no longer time
The sun has set, and the stars aren't out
The moon is hidden, the clouds are about
My hour is near
It is my time to go
I just hope the father let’s me come home
Despite all my sins and wrong
So, this letter I write just to inform
Let them know that there is no norm
Let them know I lost my physical form
But I’m in a place with a beautiful morn’
Think it's about time to call it a day
Brain doesn't function in the same old way
Effect of my seizures
Good wishes my readers
It's been a magical ten years, so farewell I say
My brothers and sisters the time has come
Let’s look in our hearts and live as one
We must learn to adapt and overcome
Our time on here on earth will soon be done
Let’s learn from our past and forge ahead
We are all responsible in how we make our bed
It starts at home with rearing our young
As you climb that ladder don’t miss a rung
We’re in a fix as you can see
The worlds in chaos don’t let it be
Step up to the plate and take a swing
You’ll be surprised at what you bring
It’s up to us, our future holds
Our actions now are not foretold
Start with love and testify
Together we’ll grow and not ossify
Behold the enemy before our gates
Who deign to slit our throats like sheep this day.
The time has come; our destiny awaits.
We kill or die. There is no other way.
Beside us stand our wives and family
Whose fate, along with ours, is joined as one.
For if we falter, they will never see
Again, the rising of another sun.
The trumpet sounds, we stand as one to fight;
With thrust of spear and pike, with steel and stone,
With sweep of sword and taut-strung arrow’s flight
Our foes shall reap the evil they have sown.
E’en unto death, give all you have to give,
Yet do not fight to die, but fight to live.
September 22, 2020
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For the country's citizenry to treat each other with basic decency
To stop resorting, at the slightest offence, to righteous indignation
The time has come...
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To stop finger-pointing accusations and character assassination
To stop the invective, the slander, the libel, and to act with dignity
The time has come...
For leaders to get off their soapboxes, to cease the endless bloviation
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The time has come...
Hand a needy man a thousand bucks a month
~ he'll never want to work
The time has come, my love
To set you free
The dreams we had, my love
Can no longer be
The heart will heal, my love
Over time, you’ll see
The tears will dry, my love
Like the Dead Sea
I wish you well, my love
Please never forget me...
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