Best Dismembered Poems
I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.
I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.
I had a charm that melted like butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air,
but your absence left a pulmonary tear.
I had wide eyes indulged with your beauty,
but they can't relay what a heart can see.
I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum.
I had honey dance in my playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out.
I had a belly that held butterflies.
Now they've come out like powdered lies.
I had tickled ears filled with your melody.
They pranced like deer... into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain wishes.
Now they're poisoning the fishes.
I had a nose filled with rose's scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent.
I had smooth arms secure in your care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, bare.
I had soft hands, interlocked with yours.
Now they hold open their own doors.
I had silken legs you loved to caress.
I keep them neatly under my dress.
I had eyebrows raised with arousal.
Now they're abased, full of sorrow.
I had a smile like a child's for cake.
I still wear one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them go
like a rambling tongue for ego's show.
I had a notion that this would end,
but remained devoted like an owing friend.
I had regrets of yesterday's crime,
but they've been bleached like toilet grime.
I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood,
with prints that followed like galoshes of mud.
I had a self, differently sorted,
once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
Crazy kids go around giving in for free, not feeling passion towards reality and lying to
their parents, thinking they are so right on their thought’s knowing deep inside they are
wrong, there's no turning back after that, then they choose abortion, (Murder) The
innocent who didn't has an idea of what happened, who came by free for a better tomorrow,
I know is none of my business, but is hard to stare at those sluts who are standing there
killing what messiah gave for better chances, those girls are reckless, careless towards
what they are doing, knowing they are exposing to the dark light of Olympus the child's of
dead less sands, what if im the one who want her to abort it, im sure im gonna be the bad
guy who don’t care at all about life, what if im the one who picks up an axe and start to
dismember her myself kept alive in a state of disorder, im sure im gonna pay the prize, im
not sure if im right or wrong, im just sure of who I am, no one have ever stood a chance
for when I know truth, now I know murder, I guess is all I see, my friends and family,
such a tradition on killing child's away for fun, too bad I survive now, if I was aborted
back then maybe they didn’t had the problem now of having to hear and read my screaming
truth, imp sure they will perish, soon enough before I die, I know is incomplete, I know
is a string broken to the god everyone worship’s, but how does a child dies in vane,
because the one who was suppose to bring it to live decided to go to hell and sell it away
by murder, what are they thinking when the knifes are cutting in, what are they feeling
when piece by piece the corpse of the new born is been ripped out of their heaven, funny
when mom is lied and dad is deceived by the act of murder, I wonder, if they were in that
position, how would they feel? I guess nobody cares anymore about how they kill tomorrow
slowly with murder, dismembered before meeting the world, agonize today to die tomorrow,
it’ll then, we are left in state of questioning.
Form:
September Ember Dismembered
Crisp Air, Baking Orb Basks,
Triggers Sorry "G'Bye Summer!" Tasks,
Daring "Where, What Shall We?" Asks...
Belated Yearning, Last Day's Angst,
Related Stirrings of Routine Must Be Yanked,
Or, Halcyon Days Slip Away Into the Tank!
I know! Visit & Trist, With a Loved One Resist!
Conspire Together to Ban the Hum Drum Cyst,
Seize the Light, Rotten Darkness Cease & Desist!
Sensate Focus, Expand Our Staid Locus,
Listen to Each Other, Share Inner Hocus Pocus,
Sparks of Our Views Exchanged Stoke Us!
Perhaps Oases Lie Not Above the Ceiling,
Nor End on Summer Season, Nor Below Our Kneeling,
We Meet the Enemy, for It's Us That's Stealing!
Grasp an Opportunity or Resist a Temptation?
Traipse Obscurely in Condemning Time's Ration,
Buy "Here & Now's" Ticket for the Train's in this Station!
"Hear & Know" Exposes Vain Untrue Fear,
The GPS of Vitality Does Not by Satellite Steer,
I Must Trust Relationships & Look in the Mirror!
For Facing, Listening, Working, Not Being Shy,
Local Thanks Go Global, Removing My Sty,
The World & I Are Not Running on Empty!
I Felt the World Needed Exchanging,
So Also My Neighborhood Could Stand Rearranging,
But When Improving I, All Began Changing!
I must say my memory has always been shot
At least, that is what I have been told a lot
It's better than it was
I know it's true because
I can't remember the last time I forgot!
Plummeting down rascally Falls
Cowering tumbling forward swirls
Down falling down falling down
Powering Crescent trapped in the spiral graphic flaws
Falling plummeting down falling
Falling to the ground
I am forward bound
Caution yet read
By the following cut sounds
Sounds of the sparring Robins Twittering sparrows chirps
He's fallen
He's fallen and he can't get up
All Fall Down I to the beckoning Earth
While in the garden rabbits eat the raw Cabbage
Squirrels eat nibble scribble fluorescent Greenery treats
Why eat nuts
Something funny about this paratrooper
Aspiring meaning falling down into primatene space
What??
Heading toward the Earth
Plummeting down Falling Towards the hard ground
Plummeting down spiraling spinning out of control
Hollering struggling tumbling spinning he falls
What matters does matter as he decides to releases parachute
Don't be so disheartened Halo coming
Lying amongst the rabbits and squirrel in the garden
Is the aspiring falling dismembered parachute jumper
9/15/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The whole world stopped turning,
and the air had run stale.
No, I cannot lie,
you've before heard this tale.
A desperate endeavor,
a pathetic attempt.
I, again, offer love,
but am met with contempt.
My soul is bled dry,
and my corpse left to hang.
My bones are left broken;
incomparable pain.
Another deception-
just more lies of a love.
At this point, he's killing me;
slow, just for fun.
He draws out my pain
as he carves out my tongue.
And reminds me my dream,
it will never become.
For all that I've wanted-
out of this dreadful life..
..was to simply be heard
through my hurt and my Strife.
He shamelessy smiles
as he tears out the rest.
Finds more pleasure in this
than he'll ever admit.
Can't be heard with no tongue!
And to him, it's no matter.
He tells me he's sorry,
and that things will get better.
But next on his list
are my ears and my eyes.
And its all for the sake
of maintaining his lies.
"You're simply unworthy",
what he says as he burns them.
Taking care to make sure
I can't use them against him.
But for some odd reason,
(?) still find out his deeds.
Pain too much to bear,
and I fall to my knees.
I'm mute, deaf and blind now,
so it does not matter.
At least, not to him;
as my heart, he still shatters.
Skin me alive-
(and) string me up a noose.
For I cannot handle
this deadly abuse.
Pushing me to the edge
just to see if I'll fall.
There is no pain in hurting me;
no remorse afterall.
A motionless face,
as he makes his decisions.
You see, he doesn't care
(as) long as there's no witnesses.
I'm dying in silence,
all alone behind doors.
Can no longer be heard,
as blood covers the floors.
I bleed & I bleed,
wishing I would just go.
For if I'm not worth loving,
I do not want to know.
Mutilated, dismembered;
my body in pieces.
But it does not compare
to what level my grief is.
I've wondered why this
is the way that I'm "Loved".
Or if I deserve it
for something I've done.
In the end makes no difference;
bleeding like a stuck pig.
Maybe, this time I'll die,
so my pain finally ends.