They whine more than I ever could.
So it’s ok if I’m wrong, at least I’m normal.
And the taste of wrongness is fine to me.
I promise to help with fine print in hand.
I’m smiling.
I’m not kind, I’m just winding up or down.
Depends on the time of day.
I just tell them how to do things.
How to do things.
Like eating things you don’t like.
Eat a snake skin.
No one will believe either of us.
Any money I take is delightful yet spiteful.
Any money you give to me is an act of self hatred.
And you are living life horribly.
There is no spark in life.
Except in your kitchen.
So the house burnt down.
For no reason the police can find.
So you came a week later.
It was all your fault.
Something, something…
So eat leaves that fell off a tree.
To feel better, that’s why you pay me.
I burnt her house down.
Therapists can confess too.
We take the police reports.
And talk them down.
As I sat thinking the other day,
A flow of thoughts brought these words to say.
Some were fleeting, some longer lasting,
Like the evening shadows the sun was casting.
Quenching my thirst for knowledge to be known,
Neither rightness nor wrongness had a need to be shown.
Titles and labels were thrown to the floor,
As aspects and insights began to soar.
How can the beginnings and endings be understood?
If we look inside, then they could.
It’s looking inside, to determine the intention,
That reveals a truth that fuels comprehension.
It’s the essence of Truth that we must perceive,
To see its value so we can believe.
Through perception to conception, we begin to relish,
The connection to perfection, we then can embellish.
Most things that taste good are bad for you the true
Nutrients is the closeness to the wrongness now aloof
When you swallow the truth and glorifies you
It brings you closer to the essence of life truth
GOOD TASTE FIT RIGHT TRUTH-aloof
Now those things that are fitting for you conform
And fit on you they don't just fall and hang loosely on you
Like a drape hanging down and the tightness there is
It's the embrace of there is a molding a bonding aloof
The truth finds his way when you're loose
GOOD TASTE FIT RIGHT TRUTH-aloof
Now if it tastes good and it looks good doesn't mean it's good
And if it sounds good doesn't mean it should be ever good
You see the only good in me is the God in Me
So if I walk away is He still abide in me
If He takes HIS breath away I am no longer alive
nah my true essence I'm a vapor I just went poof
GOOD TASTE FIT RIGHT TRUTH-aloof
7/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Daddy pulls out my straight teeth
Keeps them in a jar for me
Knocks it over when I'm bad
He tells me that I "must be mad"'
I pick them up off of the floor
Cracked in half and looking sore
It must be a pathetic sight
He looks at me and his face goes white
Shards of glass buried in my knees
And a head of hair ridden with fleas
He locks me in this vapid room
Says I fill him with "such gloom"
Cardboard windows and socked feet
My ears tune-in to a ringing beat
I cannot even see my hands
This gloom-filled room I cannot stand
I get now, why I’m bound to this
What about me would anyone miss?
Release me
Give me that touch
The one I need so much
Apply a little pressure
But not a lot
And don’t stop
For I am tangled
Strangled right up in a knot
Hard as a rock
Release me from this spiralling, spinning spatial awareness
Of never ending twisted taught ness
And tightness and
Terrible wrongness
Give me that touch
Don't make it too light
alright...
Pskips
There will come a time when color
Has no meaning to our neighbor
Like it was in the beginning.
Life for the world will be kinder.
Harriet Tubman, born a slave,
Dedicated her life to save
People that sought after freedom.
A surprising woman and brave.
Jackie Robinson, a black man
In an all-white baseball team, then ,
Couldn't sleep or dine with his teammates
At any time, since it began.
Rosa Parks that sat in the front .
Those in disgust were indignant,
She refused to give her seat up.
She was jailed for the incident.
Pained so, by racial unfairness,
It hardens my soul for wrongness
In the life is equality
Our salvation, loving kindness.
5/27/2022
Have you ever heard some lyrics that
moved you to the core?
Moved you to the point that they infused
in your psyche.
That’s what happened to me with the song
“ If Loving You Is Wrong I Don’t Want To
Be Right.”
Think about it, we always want to be right,
but when it comes to matters of the heart
that goes out the window.
If it means being with the one you love,
you will have no problem being “wrong”
If it means you can lose yourself in your
lovers arms.
However, you will be losing yourself in
all your “ wrongness.”
Sometimes it can take a lifetime to find
your mate.
So crossing the bridge of right to wrong
is no problem.
This write is not talking about anything bad,
At the end of the day, it's all about love.
You might have to lose yourself to find true
love
Just don't compromise your morals and who
you are at the core.
Then as I digested the lyrics of this song; loving
a man that’s married and doesn't belong to you
is wrong and it’s best to stay on the “ right”
side of the tracks.
Alexis Y.
06/16/2021
We move too fast.
in the wrong clock of time.
Slow classic vocal music way,way down
it becomes angelic, a flowing harmony
not travelling anywhere.
In extreme slo-mo the leap of a tiger, is a ballet,
a study of eternal becoming.
Imagine an ordinary day
reduced to moving pictures so stretched
that every expression is a silent language of grace.
See your hands at work in slow time,
fashioning waterfalls, and towers
of endless instants,
every gesture a prayerful offering.
There is a wrongness in the pace of time
as we experience it,
a blurring of a reality
that commands us to keep running
for the delight of screaming devils.
Occasionally practice slow-being.
Let the time-demons know
that you know their ticks,
and for a little while
don’t run at their speed.
When we are wrong (this might be trite),
the way we feel is watertight.
So what’s the deal?
How does it feel?
It feels bang on like being right.
ignorance dims man's light
darkens traces of hopes
pathways to brotherhood
with forced hammered bigotry
foolishness is wrongly forged
cynicism ignites a dour blaze
wheels of wrongness steady turn
prompted by ego's and greed's
need to root in deceit
Humans have not become humans still why?
In the hearts real goodness is ever nil why??
Life is but the to-be-written song of thoughts
Sublime thoughts people never instill why?
On the rough surface will moving be normal?
People are rolling on the badness-hill why??
It is unpleasant but every where it is present
The song of destruction sounds shrill why?
We are suffering from wrongness, is it not?
Perils were generated by human skill why?
Many saints came and showed us the path
To live correctly we do not have will why?
Masters did try their best, hey Rochishmon,
From times immemorial safety is ill why?
This-
This tableau of
Mental images, of
Fixed scenes, this
“Battle of Egos” is
Relentlessly looping
In my mind.
An annual gathering of kith and kin
Created a backdrop of statue-like characters
Blindly unaware of a
Crisis stirring.
Off to the side, there are the mothers,
Pillars of love for their sons,
Paralyzed with the knowledge that they are helpless,
Helpless as they watch
The conflict unfolding.
There-
There are the Fathers and Sons-
Distant and deaf to each other, who, in their inability to Set aside their own sense of rightness and wrongness,
Reach a point of no return.
A plea, from one, is given, but seen as a
Challenge from the other, and the whole
Facade of civility collapses.
With faces frozen and actions rigid,
Rage and resolve coalesce.
Fearful and dauntless, fathers confront sons and sons their fathers, and in that absolute moment
Familial roles shift.
Everything - everything is different, yet
Nothing changes.
Rooted and unmoved, egos remain.
So much is lost.
Nothing-
Nothing is gained.
White, my shadow is white, you are in me
Light, I am full of light, you are in me
Modes of living creates chaos and menace
Fight, with life I will fight, you are in me
Despite the darkness prevails I fear never
Bright, my time will be bright, you are in me
Low-born I may be yesterday, by tomorrow
Height, I shall reach the height, you are in me
The world suffers, badly from wrongness
Right, I will only be right, you are in me
Many don’t see the truths of life, but I will
Sight, I will have great sight, you are in me
A winner, will I be as I am Rochishmon
Might, I do have might, you are in me
I’m so acclimated to this
that I don’t see how it looks from
the outside
looking in
i’m told that this is not right
this is not normal
this is not natural
this is
unhealthy
corrupt
detrimental
But it doesn’t even bother me as much as it should
I’ve grown with it
I’ve only seen these shades of color
when I heard about rainbows, I felt like part of the earth has been withheld from me
And then I got angry.
And then I saw the wrongness of it all.
I saw the abnormality of my thoughts, tainted by the faded shades of what I thought was normal.
My friends gave me their stories like spectacles for me to distinguish between what should be and what shouldn’t be;
what i’ve never known, and the only body of water I’ve ever swam in—
the collective drops of venom from the mouth of a human.
I saw how terrifying it is that a human being could open their mouth and inject you with gradual death.
It is a crescendo
piano then forte
a drop
then an ocean
- dip me in a sea with no sharks
I'm trapped in here,
There's so much fear,
It has it all,
I have taken the fall.
My life has no turn,
I'm forgotten just like that, Burn!
The fear around me grows stronger, stronger, Stronger!
I can't hold it in any longer.
I burst into flames from all of my wrongness,
My feeling, emotion, the mental state of being I call darkness,
Eats me all from the inside out,
It was only then I began to shout.
I am forever alone,
Tossed away to rust as a mere drone,
My feelings forsaken,
as my dreams are taken.
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