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Terror-

Terror
When I thought of the terror
Once I sat engaged and freighting
Much I marveled the splendid scare
Deep into that darkness fearing
On that day my soul grew lonely
Once upon a midnight silent
I awoke and flung the deterrence

Sore while all the while violent
Once upon a midnight silent
and its eyes have all the hushing
It was onrushing, violent, gushing!
The clap never brushing
I crave the stirring, somber sedition
There stood a voiceless nutrition


To warn me about the basal metabolic rate
In The blacken darkness riffs of hate
Deep into that darkness sing
Still is sting, still is sting
As of someone gently bring, bring
Death shall bring hallelujahs

Deep into that darkness fooling
All my soul within me grueling
As of someone gently schooling, schooling
Death shall bring acclamations
All my soul within me dueling

Engaged and freighting
Much I marveled the splendid scare
Deep into that darkness fearing
On that day my soul grew lonely
Once upon a midnight silent
I awoke and flung the deterrence
scary-Terror


3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Jess Mamily

He was the most basal, nasal
Bottom slowest, lowest
relative in their family, Jess Mamily.

They were fearful and tearful, 
When his parents brought him to Sunion Reuion
He was dorky, dinky, odd, a clod.

Don’t play with him, said the Suion cousins, there were dozens.
So he sat alone, writing a story, penning a poem, a friendless gnome.
His penning paid off, he wrote a killer of a best seller.

He made two hundred thousand, maybe a few dollars more.
For the Jess Mamily the public knew was adored by the ten score.

The cousins began to knock on his notoriously famous door.
But he did not open it, remembering their mistreatment of him.
A  Sunion Relative, but shunned no more.

On the Mamily size, Jesse had an always sweet cousin, Jim.
Not thirty four, not even a dozen, only Jesse and him.
This cousin was embraced by him and he shared his wealth.
Their friendship firm, both happy with monetary health.

My Favourite Word

The first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence
And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it has had a remarkable degree of persistence

It seems that once BE had been exercised, the dam broke and words poured out as from a cornucopia. 
And verbs would soon exist in an abundance enough to carry you from here to Ethiopia

Except in the culture of youth where it appears this multitude has been reduced to the deplorable "was like"
To them I am tempted to say: "Learn some real verbs"; OR I would employ a phrasal such as
 'On-your-bike!'

The possibilities are now endless particularly if you include the phrasal
Giving us enough elan vital to at least maintain a metabolism basal

So to whoever first said BE, whether God or someone with similar propensities 
though another name or description:
I say Well done! I couldn't in my wildest dreams with a wish to create a rich life and culture, 
have produced a better prescription


20 August 2019

Dandelion Life

The dandelion, a broad-leaf perennial, 
life with very distinct stages.
Don’t confuse it with a biennial
cause this plant has five changes.

Seedlings made of yellowish leaves
form a basal rosette, oval in shape.
And as it ages the oval achieves
a very different kind of fate.

As the plant begins to mature,
the leaves transform with edges.
They are toothed and jagged for sure.
Come watch as it progresses.

Once the plant is mature enough,
it sits flat on the ground.
I know you’re waiting for the puff,
but it is nowhere to be found.

The roots are thick and strong,
and now it’s time for her to flower.
She stands tall with stem so long,
and a yellow flower will tower.

The fruit will form inside the yellow,
and is brown and yet quite small.
This is an elongated oval fellow,
with pappus white hairs overall.
So that’s the stages of her life,
the dandelion, a changing girl.
You waited patiently through all five, 
so blow real hard and watch ‘em whirl!

Victim of Changes

By Mark Miller 
02/27/2017 

Misuse in efforts of conscience abused in use reliance on substance for short lived comforts.

Machine of status in a creatures stature drowns below layers deep beneath characters silent misprision.

Broken down stricken down kept down in love with dance enhanced in a chemical romance.

Debasement inside lying still escape became a symptom a hollow metaphor pained with commission.

Reaching above sensory distortion grasp a surface decayed by rolling streams of decadence remains of choice in past circumstance. 

Luke warm sadness fills a hollow hole below in dark depths lies my long lost animal of tissue and flesh. 

Behind barriers of nature and stage lies my feeble friend of first born sentience in wait for guidance.

No fear for being there he heals basal emotions in disturbance hidden from awareness and consciousness.

Renewal of unstable condition rising above atmosphere in impulse of mixed function in prose perceptions and feelings.

Looking down a fond farewell to caged friend I'll never remember or know until illusions of reality come haunting again.

By Mark Miller

Absurd Walls

Absurd Walls:
By Mark Miller 03/08/2018

I sit in wait,
For melancholic relief
Consumes self-trust resistance.
Out from the clear and into the black shatter dust. 
Although, I cannot explain its purpose or meaning for there is none. 
Awareness prevents comprehension to the future posture rectitude. 
Only leftovers illuminate on that origin which brings me to this momentary lapse. 
Where time and space have no relevance. 
The feeling of structure fades into the microwave static.
Only the emotion healing sustains. 
Somewhere, out there in the cosmos lies the basal complexional of coexistence. 
The complicit deranges. 
The peaceful transits,
Our group comfort loneliness 
Between the minimal change of selves, 
Through the pulsar's suddenness
 I return and am one with myself, 
Time wraps around the feeling dissipates,
Gone like childhood memory from everywhere.-

Static Interference

by Mark Miller 07/29/2017
Sterile relic of born conscience sleeps fitfully 
Under carrion comfort slipper condition
Stones drown status creature's treason 
Into vipers cavern wall containment  
Broken beats fuel breastplate emotion
Debased inside pains metaphor our hollow defiance
Struggle shadow grasps symbols image draw nearer 
Verbal cue quantifies despair matter zone hemisphere 
Basal attraction cauterizes memories terminal subtraction
Unstable impulse forced function upon comedic prose
Haunting audio 78 turns ghostly round torrent beside me

Loch Ness

Like a tiny drop of rain glinting
then cracking the surface 
where still waters once lie
creates a ripple effect
spreading outward to the farthest reaching shore

Is how so deeply wanting the sight to be more real
makes stories bubble up 
as if filling an empty glass with water
and silt, unclear

Like a drizzle turning into a downpour
forces a squinting gaze from across the inland lake

Like a mirror reflecting back basal desires
so we think

Toes digging into the sand for a better reach
leaning, waiting for lightening to strike
proving that the moonlight doesn't lie

That there is a monster deep inside
behind the glass
below the surface
looking through the silt

Dawnsway

I was his earthquake
Shaking the ground at which he stood
He was an iridescent pebble
I tossed him like a skipping stone across the ocean
But I always found him
On a beachy island brought in by the waves
Stranded on a mountaintop 
Shining in a desolate night
Dropped from the claws of a heron
Landing in my sea of basal tears
Rising up he lit the sky
For he was my light
And with a single sadness
I could bring my sun 
Back to me
Shifting the day
Lengthening time
For he told me
I could make the 
Dawn sway.

Transition - Upside Down World

Transition – Upside down world 

The world is heavy, upside down.
Catch us quickly or we’ll fall.
The natural law no longer holds.
We’re juxtaposed in earth and sky.
The world is crumbling, upside down.
Can’t you see that wrong is right.
The basal self’s let loose and free.
There is no order to this crime.
The world is wailing, upside down,
crying for the newborn babes,
who cannot claim their own,
and know not of the deathly spite,
that lurks in human hearts.
The world will turn, right side up.
when Jesus reigns supreme,
and those who seek him soon will find
a heavenly home on Earth.

3/9/17

Poem Written In March 2017
Sponsored by: Laura Loo

Utterly Nuttily Wedding Cake

Brides name is Hazel Almond,
Her groom is mad about Hazel,
Their wedding cake is a diamond
Shape with pecans at the basal,

Between each layer of Genoese
Is pistachio flavored butter cream
That oozes out when you squeeze 
a marzipan covering is their dream,

placed on top the lucky couple 
Bride holding her sweet chestnuts 
made the guests laugh, chuckle, 
at Groom with his hand on her butt,

Frosted with royal icing such skill
Showed by confectioner, Andrew
Patissiere well known in Brazil,
Sprinkled with chopped cashew.

A wedding cake that tasted devine
For a couple of same taste and looks
Without each other would sure to pine
because for each other, they are nuts.

composed 12/2/2017.

Amphetamine Salts

Hail, oh hypoactive attention deficit,
With a brain that's raveled in tumbleweed,
Inundate thy mind with alchemical medicine,
To satisfy thy folly's focus dressed in tweed. 

Suck the soma from these amphetamines,
Which waken your wary thoughts,
Add a mix of dimethyltriptamine,
And in the senses thou shall be caught.

Light becomes a lucid liquid,
A river of retinal inquisition,
And for the cognizantly gifted,
A litany of lack in controlled contrition.

Sound is but a moving matter,
That meanders in the rings,
On your head which absords that chatter,
Of what the plasma sings.

Taste is touch and touch is smell,
And all are in your seventh chakra,
An eye inscribed in the Book of Kells,
Which binds below to your basal sacrum.

Now grind the gears of the mental cogs,
Which spring forth from shaken action,
Taken from the growing fog,
Of your addiction's satisfaction.

Music

Sacred texts, secular art
Oratory, verse, harmony in part
Only this, the noblest art
Takes a soul's stirrings, the
Heart's songs and echoes
Every emotion in the human experience
Tortured souls, angelic praise
Human sounds and otherworldly tones
Echoing love, pain, ecstasy, death
Sounding the call to action, to war
Admiring the beauty all around
Verse after verse, strain after strain
God endowed through singing of hymns
Everyman stories, beginning to end
Basal desires, emotional pains
Earth-stilling melodies, harmonic delight
Always with you, no matter what age
Singers, artists, composers, as one unite
Tearing asunder, your heart as the stage.

Fighting Cancer of the Skin

Fighting Cancer of the Skin
By Franklin Price
8/12/2015

Fighting cancer of the skin
for me is number one;
whether from the war in Vietnam,
genetics or the Sun.

Doesn't really matter
Operate to keep ahead:
basal , squamous carcinoma;
no  melanoma I am glad.

Plus forty years contending.
Burn and freeze and take a stitch.
Not the most fun thing I've done.
In fact, it really is a *****.

Doesn't really matter.
Very glad I'm here to say,
“Life is great I'm glad I'm in it,
keeping the alternative away.”

I've got the best of wives,
family and friends that can't be beat,
a paid for house and car to drive,
and look at me; enough to eat.

Thanking God for all I have
Some may think it is not much
It's more than many others; 
can still see, and hear, and touch

Still walking on my own two legs
Brain is working still some tact
No artificial anything
I'm so happy, that's a fact.

If not for skin, my health is great
Better than most, my age, I've seen
Not longing for the other side
On my side the grass is green.

Coyote Ugly We'Re Not

I, from the gray Wolf I'm diverged,
basal, ancestral we are
Millenniums we have witnessed,
historically we're culled 
Yet, we were here before humans,
are we next to disappear




.
James Andrew Fraser
'Night Creatures" Coyote, No 3
18th January, 2015

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