Biography of Lee Gelis
I am just a human
Lee Gelis Poems
If I Had a Voice
If I had a voice then I would tell you, Tell you that I loved you, that I cared, That even I, the most silent of faces, Knew of your deepest perils and dooms.
I've Written This Before
I’ve written this before, But I’ll write it again, Because that’s what you do When you don’t have a friend.
Happiness is real when shared. That’s what they say. I’m not so sure. At least, I’m not so sure. I’m different. I’m not like others.
There Is No Living Creature As Foul As I
Push shove step stand, Too many here to move a hand, Angry souls battle us Angry souls sans animus.
The People, Just People
Do not worry, little human, for the storm shall soon pass Among the storm clouds, battling amongst each other; Their anger and sweat our cause of misery; Our sense of impotence, and despair.
Oh Yes, Bukowski
There are worse things than being alone, Oh yes, Worse things. But it doesn't take decades to realize this, you see,
If I Had a Heart
Proton, electron, neutron. The hammer and nails of the new era. All combining in shapes and arrangements, Making the universe, making me.
Tell Me About It
I don’t write poems when I’m happy, I guess there’s really no thrust, I don’t like people most of the time, But sometimes I like them, but just.
My Hands Are Not Red
My hands are not red, But they feel like they are. My hands are not dirty or immoral,
When I am happy, When I am sad, When I am morose, drowned, or glad, When I have power,
L'appel du Vide
The call of the void The void of the call Isn't anyone listening at all? I think I'm trying
Loneliness doesn’t always mean being alone. I couldn’t tell you the last time I wasn’t around anyone. We’re so crowded these days. They don’t know it, they think of being in a dark place,
Games. Games of stone. Mostly. Stone walls that cloud our vision. Cloud my vision. Mostly. Hide me from the world.
History, Time, and Tango
It becomes interesting to watch the people, Dancing among themselves, wondering What point was to be made, and by whom. Watching the stars, as if gods had put them
The People, Just People
Do not worry, little human, for the storm shall soon pass
Among the storm clouds, battling amongst each other;
Their anger and sweat our cause of misery;
Our sense of impotence, and despair.
But soon their time shall pass, as they have wasted away their breath
Shouting over each other, clashing against their nature.
And us, sweet us, we shall see the sun again.
All our miseries to be exposed and when we see them
They are missing, a fear of empty words.