In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe
Neither lamb fry nor black pot
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical
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Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual
11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Out of all frailty
I see the sea sky
and I madly fly.
Out of all fear
I see the green trace red
and I escape.
Out of all love
none the less
I see you my breath,
and I again aspirate.
Out of all sense
I see me always,
now and next departed,
and finally I get retarded.
Within Reach
Follow the sun as it settles down,
Past buildings, fields, and vacant lots
On a road that runs through our town,
And ends at the harbour’s beach front.
I see in the eyes of them that age,
As I stroll the cemented sidewalk;
And sense their urgency to explain,
But step aside to avoid their talk.
As their hearts and souls aspirate,
Incapable to comprehend
Reinforce my plans of escape,
To enjoy being young while I can.
There within reach the need to proceed,
Drives’ me to seek my journey’s goal.
To go back now would admit defeat;
Youth recedes like the waves of the ocean.
I want to write but I can't think straight.
I want to translate this turmoil in my head
into meaningful, metered, poetic sense.
I want to be able to express this angst,
this battered emotion, this ridiculous notion
that everything will be alright - how contrite!
I want freedom to express this pent up agony.
I want words to flow from me and aspirate this pain.
I want to start to live again....to breathe easy..
to trust, to love, to feel, how ideal
that would be: a chance to be ME. How quaint!
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..Breathe...BP lowering...Inhale....Count to ten.....Exhale.................................
That torrent of words has brought liberation -
it always does! It's my medium of expression;
my art form; my Valium; my addiction; my shot
of heroin; my snort of cocaine - Halleluiah! I live again!
(p.s. There isn't really this much angst in my life - I wrote this several years ago!)