I choose joy
There is always
Joy
always will be pain
Only when frozen
yet remains you could drown
In accumulative amounts of rain
unrests hurts
discomfort I digress
I choose joy
There is always
Joy
7/5/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2022
When self-awareness arrived
friction was the price to pay
Hang-ups: now to a mindful
self-conscience we fall prey
A primal hysteria, a repressed realm
of raw violent emotion
A basic instinct to stay alive
in the unconscious and in motion
Choices made won’t make the grade
all will reveal then betray
A gift from a loving source
mankind ruined—had his day
No relief for consequences brought
by voluntary actions—only unrests
Spirit hidden, mind insight, beliefs transcend
even the subconscious tests
Bad behavior unleashed with emotional charge
is emanating infectious tolls
To be calm and to have benign intentions
as does the temperate climate
It becomes more favorable; earth life purpose
is to be genuine—it's what stirs souls
Evil kiss
Unforgiveness unrests in peaces
Tearish things soulless soul
We shall depart torn
Bloodstained the shadow fades embrace
Hiking peak lower front teeth
Subliminal hiss
Brutal human face
Brisk
Evil kiss
3/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Painted faces of perfect shining smiles,
venetian masks of skin.
They say the ones who believe in love aren’t afraid to sin.
That they don’t fear falling but nor do they heed the warnings,
and blindly walk into lion dens to never awaken in the mornings.
Eyes clouded with the haze of dreams
a mirage so great it can make the wicked gleam.
For I speak of the fools who lead with their hearts,
only to be called a joker.
To a king or queen, how little they mean
waging lives like a game of poker.
Those painted faces mock the rest,
who prefer to stay away.
They say the ones who hide from the sun are slaves to the day.
That they don’t fear being alone but nor do they want to be alike
Outcast from the court, they plan to strike.
Minds strayed from the path, they don’t fit in,
so lost in their heads, who will win?
For I speak of the freaks who define strength as difference,
only to be called scum
To the kings and queens, they are sores when seen,
treated like a sliver in their thumb.
But Fools and Freaks in a world of rigid royalty unrests their painted faces,
beneath the cracks it can be seen, their humanity in its final traces.
A rose is always the first one to die
As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings,
Taking her to a fresh grave to lie,
Hidden amid hallowed tree’s rings.
Earth unrests with a slight touch,
Feathers and petals, red and white,
Mingle when Love leans to vouch,
Whirling around the burial site:
“Wave slowly, I see, I like, I take,
Your lips are cherries, your heart
Like the soft and most sweet cake,
I will feast and if my lips demand,
I will take my bow and with my art,
Take food from your soft hand.“
Out on the porch in the still morn
Looking at the foggy damp knoll
As I think about being reborn
And eat grits from the new soup bowl
Neighbor's roosters sing their morn's song
Fog's moisture down the Oak leaves roll
All seems right and we get along
And eat grits from the new soup bowl
All is not right many unrests
Wars and fightings many lost souls
Those sad thoughts burn within my breast
As I eat grits from the new soup bowl
What can I do and still exsist
And eat my grits from new soup bowl
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