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The Ghost Inside My Head

I see you when I close my eyes
I hear you when I sleep I night
I miss you when the morning comes

I try so hard to bury you
Yet you never seem to stay dead
I try, I try to run from you
The ghost inside my head

You left me when I needed you
But it was impossible for you to stay
You shattered the windows and changed the locks
All so you can get away
You took away my peace of mind
So when I lie in bed
I find myself haunted by
The ghost inside my head

With lucidity comes memories 
Of days with you long past
And dreaming only brings the things
I know could never last
My mind is as a home left empty
Where hurt accumulates like dust
And the foundation of my heart still stands
Only because it must
I wish I could say goodbye to you
Keep you just a memory instead
But youre forever living on as
The ghost inside my head

Energy Creates

As energy accumulates,

It also creates,

Operates,

In different states.

Obtaining traits,

Learning to propagate,

Designing a substrate,

Continuing to circulate.

It starts to vibrate,

Concentrate,

Learning to duplicate,

A code to translate.

A way to activate,

And begin to animate,

As the air mutates,

Into shapes that fascinate.

Molecules starts to migrate,

As they rotate and calibrate,

Delegate and designate,

Into something great.

One able to captivate,

Encapsulate,

A being to dictate,

How its energy will create.

Clicks

Compulsions to create governed by fear and perpetual query,
Where affirmations are fossil fuels, scarce and costly.
Approval? Qualified? I Dangle upside-down, tethered to a rope questions.
Hovering over a pit of acceptance with a bloated cranium.

A pause in their scroll…
The press of a gesture nibbles away the rejuvenating thread.
How can a dozen feel worse than none? 
These little thumbs, those filled-in hearts, these perverted numbers.

The lack of something accumulates, forming a dam even beavers would envy.
 Obstructing a river of creative juices that quench the thirst of unfulfillment.
To overcome, to not care. These two rarely coexist.
Perhaps shifting the care could break the levy.
Not what they think, but I, and what laser could separate the two?

The strategy brings hope to a mind battered by rejection.
That’s right, Destroyer of Motives! Disguiser of Truths!
I will get up and press that power button, double-click that software, and create.
Not for whoever they are, but for me.
So, blast the damns and let it flow!

Who knows, maybe they like it..

Tears

Her melody feel's like eternity 
Her weakness empower's my fears
Though the world seems outstanding 
But her tears overfills the ocean
Her breath fille the sky above us.

Her narration of the world seems unique
The unsatisfied quest for success seems dark
The beauty of her soul light's up her pain 
Her sorrow of yesterday oversees her failure
Her flaw's empowers her progress.

Her value accumulates the pattern of my life
Her vision brings out our ambition 
The tears of her heart melts my feeling's 
Her knowledge gives life to my destiny
Nevertheless,she's my royal queen.

LOVE ADDITION, SUBTRACTION, MULTIPLICATION AND DIVISION

Sometimes I think if we had paid better attention to basic math 
it would be easier to follow our hearts….
and the Earth would be one whole…
instead of broken into parts.

I imagine in elementary school we could not contemplate
the importance of basic math in terms of love and hate.

Even now I have to wonder: as to what might be your reaction
when I tell you love and hate come down to simple addition and subtraction?

I draw your attention to those math lessons…the ones on basic facts…
Love as a plus…adds beauty to the world
Hate, as a minus…subtracts.

And if I may take a moment to extend this view, this perception…this vision
love and hate also relate…to multiplication…and division.

Hate divides us, it tears people apart…
it separates us by color, shape and size
Love brings us together…
it accumulates…it multiplies.

Perhaps some of us should go back to school and re-learn our basic facts
because until their connection to love and hate…we are all able to see
The Earth will remain only a fraction…
of the whole Earth she was created to be.

Pure Heart - Mirror

Written: April 25, 2024, For Sara Kendrick Mirror Contest

Rumi Quote 4: " The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of 
                 infinite beauty are reflected"

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Inhale an ambrosian scent of soul embrace,
A spotless mirror, a balmily sacred space.
Where grace and limitless vistas reside,
A mirror of marvels dwells inside.

Mirrors of the soul portray what lies within, 
Embers of deceit and virtue—a place to hide.
Within glitzy mirrors lurks crestfallen mystery,
Derisory echoes and whispers from history. 

They wear us down, akin to sighs in the wind,
To discern diaphanous time with the air behind.
Gazing into a mirror, we quietly weigh a vow,
Reflecting images across time in a wide bow.

An empyreal elegy was mirrored in our myth,
Weary sighs faded in threnodic dream pith. 
Tedium gradually accumulates over time,
Memories of the past are bathed—sublime.

Every thud echoes love and reminisce,
With each inhale, it exhales pure bliss.
A clean soul's heart is an heirloom of wellness,
Earnest quintessence of morality and fairness.

Her Art

Her mind accumulates
the mechanics of metaphysics.

Pieces of something she is sculpting or
assembling - word-pictures
too intricate to be entirely recalled
upon a whole canvas.

She discovers these figments
on the leeched rim of vision,
where shapes are nameless.
Part of her mind
burns with the light of a kerosene lamp,
the other blazes as bright as a solar flare.

She has been building images,
that can only be truly perceived just once,
then after that,
they are just her writings.

Her Art

Her mind accumulates
the mechanics of metaphysics.

Pieces of something she is sculpting or
assembling - word-pictures
too intricate to be entirely recalled
upon a whole canvas.

She discovers these figments
on the leeched rim of vision,
where shapes are nameless.
Part of her mind
burns with the light of a kerosene lamp,
the other blazes as bright as a solar flare.

She has been building images,
that can only be truly perceived just once,
then after that,
they are just her writings.

Days Of Man

Days Of Man
Miracle Man 1/2024

Man is born of passion facing unknown days,
void of life thoughts and path he’ll be facing.
He’ll face cloudy days, an inducement to frays,
also dreams of rainbows he’ll soon be chasing.

As his days mount he beholds a faint design,
still he fathoms not his allotted days count.
As age accumulates he finds fewer days to shine,
And the question lingers about life’s dismount.


Only God knows man’s steps
and the time allotted to get through them.
Tom

Life Lessons

Where does wisdom come from
The heart or the mind
Why are some enlightened
While others are so blind

All life lessons learned
Accumulates through time
The knowledge gained will help
Ascend the hills you climb

Will history repeat
Or will you forge ahead
Don't let your past mistakes
Plague you till you're dead

Having Enough

There isn’t much I want or need 
In terms of concrete things,
For any purchase, guaranteed,
Comes weighted down with strings.

Since through the years, the stuff I buy
Accumulates until
There’s no more room, although I’ll try
To more than take my fill.

Without the wall space, I can’t hang
Some art that does attract.
Another pair of earrings? Dang!
I’ve plenty; that’s a fact.

My closet’s full of clothes and shoes
Yet new ones catch my eye.
By giving in, what’s there to lose?
Yet if I get them - why?

My older self pulls in the reins;
I don’t need more new stuff
Because, by now, I have the brains 
To know I have enough.

Only One True Mattahorn

Matterhorn means mountain peak of the meadows
In a pyramidal shape, she has four faces
Her south face is in Valtourmenche Valley, Italy.
North, west and east faces are claimed by Switzerland.

She has regular avalanches
Her active snow accumulates into glaciers
Others claim they have their own Matterhorn.
There is only one, between Switzerland and Italy.

Affections An Open Form

AFFECTIONS
unrequited
a
recognisable
resemblance
in
unfinished
replicas

mystery&
curiosity
emanates
in
an
 element
of
renown
&slender
beauty

a
distinct
yet
indescribeable
 aura
indictive
of  despair
accumulates
 out of proportion

Snow

Snow
solid water-drops
frozen crystals
falls from cold skies
accumulates measures up snowfall
Winter

2/15/23
Written words© by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
CINQUAIN POEM TYPE

Moss

The years have not mildewed
for my moss is deep and soft,
it is a fine as baby hair
as thick as an uncut meadow.

Somewhere there are lands I have plowed
over and over,
beneath which are the fragments
of chalky skeletons,
the remains of scant harvests.

Time accumulates a life,
caves and cave-ins layer atop each other,
and above it all
the moss flourishes
to cover an abandoned machinery
that once excavated molehills.
Rusted tools, implements
now all buried
yet still they seep iron
into my earth.

My moss is threaded with clover,
a greening stronger than steel.
I am heaped and rounded
a place for buttercups in summer,
and when a winter-tide
seeks out that velvet plush,
it shall not bite nor crush
but lay as a companion beside me.

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