Force of analysis Anatomy
Circumstance formula
Evasive ecology
What let loose atomic forces
Catastrophic catechism
Muted-minded blank decisions
Body of Lies
Man's Tongue circumcised
Fairy Tail biology
Fogged minds bureaucracies
Raped spirits bodies
Conforming to man tragedies
Virtual accumulative fatality
Force of analysis Anatomy
Man ain't worthless he's just sinful
Made of dirt, a sinner created by God
Breath of live birth?
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)_/center >
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
Perplexed by my own
considerable potential
A pretext considered
to be essential
Ceaselessly aiming my mind
adjusts to thinking
Fiercely unequaled
qualities linking
Various consistency
goes unfulfilled
Vicarious living a superiority
of words revealed
Radiant the intensity of
my own delusion
A variant that’s curiously
completing illusion
Stimulate others senses
with my impressions
Emulate lucidity of my
minds own passion
Capturing the attention
in ironic imagery
Fracturing of confidence
can still feel gimmicky
An unrealistic subjective
unwanted conceit
My artistic view clouded
by all the past deceit
A cognitive awareness
of the human reaction
Accumulative between
past transactions
Characterized by all the
unknowing shams
Am I just disguised while
trying to be who I am
Within the subtle soundless silence
There exist echoes of a lingering loud
My pendulous heart decrees in defiance
Such emotions plundered and ploughed
Like a geocentric giant guillotine
My lamenting love sacrificially sliced
My soul slaved in the Enigma machine
Where dreams are deceptively diced
The loving light battles the darkest day
And sorrows surrender at portals gate
For love barely escapes the submissive sway
Marauding memories reminisce and recreate
Stained surreal abiding accumulative art
A priceless painting of my Pendulous Heart.
May.20.2017
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Pyramids stand reaching towards the blue sky
Eon after eon passes by
But one day even they will die
We can’t seem to defeat time no matter how hard we try
Time is like the wind between poplar branches
As it shifts its visage through the ages
They say it is the fire in which soul blazes
Yet the accumulative power of its higher perspectives amazes
What is written on the one’s not named in any place birthstone
If self connected destiny is abstract what is beyond that milestone
Even if we knew that the meaning of life would still be to each own
And the answer to it with wind of time among poplar boughs blown
The accumulative miles could astonish,
All those tongues, with nary a story uttered.
All those eyes that never "saw" a thing.
All those soles, the antithesis of "only".
All those heels, still attempting to lift in silent dignity.
From a still shot, a dynamic response is invoked!!
Parked off road
So suddenly unfamiliar
Keys in the dark
On the seat beside me
Sitting in silence
Surrounded by demons
Dressed in robes
Sewn in threads of sins past
Woven with accumulative wrongful
Steps out of conscience
Suddenly aware of the cross road
The dark deepens
As I sink into Self
Centering into the pit
Somewhere below my rib cage
Anchored into tightening abs
Holding thus I delve into circling emptiness
Seeking desperately for ancestral comfort
Is it too late
Are they together in their silent condemnation
Alone I turn further inward
Seeking and slowly sensing solid core
Each slow breath builds and strengthens
And as resolve and resolution rebind
The generations throb in my head
I sit in cold sweat on a hot Summer’s night
Reaching for the keys
With trembling hands
Back from easy Hell
To start
On the high road
Doing it the hard way
Again
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