Inside I am burning flame to life,
the goal to ever existing being
Aspirate aspiration of a functional organism,
animal we are instinctively portrayed
Torch inside, survival urge beating heart
forever pounding life's perseverance
Night are day endless sleep yawn success,
among steps of Victoria achievement
What is a man his sight without light,
oxygen it takes burn that
it could not without
We come a human soul in mist of wasteland,
beauty persist we rip apart it's soul
Oui Oui, desecrate lady upon once was
united nation a war zone to
billionaires, cartels and themselves selfishness
Unity, freedom, love, words of vocabulary peace
minds corrupt pure hearts
But depths darkness not darken the gorge
But the end our thrive be with thirst,
where water; upon wasteland poison
destruction lay scene
Human existence I have not seen days,
belly rumble thin flesh left cover
Bones weaken strength a stick holds up,
giving hope mankind has a dream
The torch, triumph reason and knowledge
over oppression
A beacon, prosperity unto God himself
be claim for love, honor
and glory my flag I salute
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
~
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 beachfront.
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;
Reinforces my plan for 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!
.
..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!)
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