Snatched away by a mock role.
Despair not.
Discard innocence — a troublesome memory disassociates.
Time recursively scrolls the memory:
Trying / Failing.
When was it lost?
In the combined turbulence
of the intersecting visual produced by
the mind’s perception of reality and self through eyes.
Caught thinking, dreaming:
“What is sleep?"
"I can’t know sleep — who is she?"
"I know she sounds ugly."
"I love sleep, but she doesn’t love me for real.”
Being seen through by another,
yet receiving recognition.
Redemption is still always possible.
Humanity doesn’t have to be some chimerical tragedy.
Alchemic deals made in belligerence,
producing mercurial blood.
the words scowled
peering through the bars
imprisoned thoughts
rattling empty cups
they had been arrested
incarcerated
denied expression
unjustly accused
charged with
unfettered utterances
benign belligerence
the most heinous with
Double Entendre-ing
They all claimed to be but pawns
Innocent bystanders
Drawn into the fray
Succumbing to the wily whim of wit
Some will be shunned forever
Lurk in the shadows…waiting
Others will “clean-up” better
assume “new” meanings
Many will work behind the scenes
Savor the eerie darkness
Of language and its implied intent and meaning
For “Judgement is Mine…Sayeth the Poet”
Cling not, to currents of kleptocracy.
Seek not, slithering shortcuts.
Like molding wood in molten guts -
Revolutionary, make that your story.
Slanderous slogans of snakes
dull deep, deaden desires.
Drudging dogma deludes the mind,
souls shattered, silenced in stupidity.
No magic mantras maketh life,
metal mentality striking strife.
The wills of wills travel far
above belligerence and bars.
Embrace death, you do not, before time.
Embrace death, you do not, for crime.
Beyond cataclysm, behold chances.
Seek forth wisdom and esperances.
In the first place the earth
itself sometimes crumble
and sometimes something tends to fall like francing
like eroding like confronting like grudging to
belligerence?.
Or what sometimes something carnivorous or sometimes
we humans may tend to switch about discovery about
love about whims for not even for a whins' cake?.
Are we not now making some fleas will sooner turn to
cracks and use ps and downs and not so long before
damnations?.
Or what is such sort a glaaaaaaaass?.
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
What I saw was only left or right
Reflecting a nation irreparably divided
With no desire to again be united
I longed for a touch, just a touch, of awareness
An admission that ‘I might once have been wrong’
What I witnessed was unbridled aggression
From each side, a fiercely combative song
I searched for a hint of humility
A confession: ‘Maybe I don’t have all the solutions’
What I beheld was feisty defiance
Candidates lip-syncing dubious science
I hungered for clear answers to questions
A yes that’s a yes, a no that’s a no
What I heard was ‘MY agenda is what to invest in’
Implied was ‘To hell’s where YOUR question can go…’
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
silently praying for some kind of light
What looked back was darkling belligerence
accompanied by saber-rattling dissonance
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Lost
I’ve lost her again.
It isn’t the first time.
Previously though her preference was not to be found.
Hiding. Obscuring.
Not to be exposed, camouflaged from the truth.
But it’s different now, inevitability, vulnerability, has smothered belligerence, stubbornness, meanness.
The untruths revealed, opened, unshackled.
The mask has slipped from its skeletal face revealing a past of explanation, excuse, error.
But still as I hold her hand, support, escort, her resistance remains.
Aware I know but unaware who I am, or was, or will be.
Secrets revealed but forever concealed.
Pushing the weight of guilt uphill to the end.
Clear of the pain of lost love.
Free from the choices.
Silent.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Reflecting in my minds defining silence;
It's amazing how loud it can be without violence;
There are so many clever agents; sentient's within
Conducting their works; influencing original sin
Isolating thoughts with precise belligerence
Stifling consciousness; destroying all innocence
Un; and conscious thoughts confound
Is this a nightmare; so profound?
When this internalized backscattering redemption for my soul begins;
I'm more than just a little bit curious; about how to make a true amends;
These angelic thoughts; I feel the halo slipping down to this tightening noose;
The alarm clock tones; a dream lost; I come around, still deeply a recluse
Excise our non self
free ego belligerence
full hearts wide open
A chameleon can change his name many times
But it won't free him from the guilt of his crimes
He hides behind fake names
To play malicious games
A gutter snipe who'd dance for nickles and dimes
From keyboard he types a harassment and threat
His pathetic appetite for evil is sharpened to abet
A coward's way of life
Belligerence is rife
His abhorrent past is something he should regret
On and on he barks like a rabid dog in the night
I know a bulldog who'd take him down in one bite
One more bully beaten
A geezer, a cretin
One who always seems to be spoiling for a fight
America tends to instill racism in the neophytes
It is fed three times a day on a plate of belligerence
Possessing an insatiable and unrestrained appetite
It’s a well-known pedigree, a hybrid of malevolence
Its ravenous sharp teeth tear innocent flesh asunder
Unable to provide I.D. except by tattoos or dentures
At feeding time, nothing satisfies the pangs of hunger
The breeders of this species also refuse to censure
It devours those who feed it and becomes their feast
Don’t get so comfortable that you forget what you fed
One thing for sure is that you can’t tame a wild beast
It’s no house pet; it consumes souls; this half-bred
Hate feed this glutton; its depravity is out of control
The redder the meat, the more it demands to consume
Emerging from its dark lair, it embarks on a daily patrol
It easily feeds off those in churches and classrooms
3, 2, 1, ON AIR.
History for $100, Alex.
“A mutual defense pact led by
The city-state of Athens,
Whose expanding sphere of influence
Provoked the Peloponnesian War,
Leading to the downfall of prideful Athens.”
What is the Delian League?
That is correct.
History for $200, Alex.
“A mutual defense pact led by
Imperial Germany,
Whose expanding martial belligerence,
Resulted in The Great War,
Leading to the downfall of prideful Germany.”
What is the Triple Alliance?
That is correct.
History for $500, Alex.
“A mutual defense pact led by
The United States of America,
Whose expanding role in eastern Europe
Threatens a third world war,
And the possible downfall of everything prideful.”
What is NATO?
[Dead air.]
EMERGENCY BROADCASTING SYSTEM ALERT…
BELLIGERENCE AND SUBLIMATION ...
The difference is this:
The man is always
ready to explode in punches,
or bullets...
The woman always
exploding into a smile,
in a caress ...
When the soul is sublimated,
the punch changes
in a gentle wiggle,
and the bullet in delicious
caramel kiss, captivating
and audacious
And love by its surrender
in its power play
may come to break its scaffold
from your heart
Inch by inch
and by love
they are picked apart
and then to the bare bones of love
reduced to silence
and seen by sufferance
all their weakness
and how it makes you strong
all those weaknesses your strength
depends upon
Somehow better
someway stronger
game play in the game for longer
and brow beaten by love
falls onto helplessness
only to cherish them
as they are bullied into powerlessness
But you have no foothold
in your permanence
the refugees of your belligerence
walk away with all your self control
and you the self righteous defendant
they are then the burglars of your soul
And love by its surrender
in its power play
may come to break its scaffold
from your heart
and in such strength you the pretender
by their weaknesses
have torn your world apart
Inch by inch
and by love
they are picked apart
One death
forgiveness, death
you once promised me an eternity
give back my breath
you wicked whet
you once promised me an eternity you lied
I beg for forgiveness life
not but a stolen kiss shall darkness make
there is the only belligerence
death forgave now, alive
8/14/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
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