earth sinking
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
earth resolution on it's axis accelrating
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
sun staying power pondered
sun warmth diminishing
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
world war fears gripping humanity
enemy countries uncertain
equator like northpole-southpole tunnel bisecting earth
cities clocking population reduction
countries resourceless in failed planet
people aspiring for bi-planet citizenship
india shown it's place
Humanity Hell bound
'Humanity!' O, 'Yes humanity!'
You warned me about your insanity
somewhat louder than the Christianity
you warned me about the inhumanity
My wrong choices
My determined hard core voices
That evil hopelessness – our evil that’s in our hearts
I have dreamed of the people
and the ignorance never populating
Genocides,
Killing off souls trying to hide
I crave the barbarous, barbaric bigotry
through which came lacking, lacking, lacking
Biting, hitting, kicking, licking
Me?
Deep into that darkness massing
Is it HELL?
Will all humanity dwell?
And the patients never imparting
Those desires of the hearts lost in…
ill humanitarian hither hospitalizing
Back into my memories bisecting
Dissecting spirits and dreams
Demons ridicule and laughing
much I marveled the magnanimous, what flocking
Death shall bring occupants
While I pondered, Malachite and mocking?
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
living counter-clockwise
with a facade like an empty canvas
the one that’s always been suspected
man-made and dubious
twisting in his spiral patterns
incisive and irrational
radial in his stratagem clarity
the godfather of all perennial spheres
he’s no charity rectangle
there’s no one who could face him –
– architects of coincidence nor mystics of sectio divina
he simply wants to conquer the Earth
by bisecting our wide-screen visions
devouring the nautilus symmetry
unleashing the atomic climax
fraction by fraction
and our chances slowly
decrease
waiting
for completion
semis are halves endured,
bisecting your longing wait for
for wholes
Because of you I will engage
In a futile, vain attempt,
To put in words upon this page
What loving you has meant.
Through miles between unmeasured
And the boundaries of time,
You’ve been my greatest treasure
In the back roads of my mind.
Since we were young and so unyielding
And impatient to hold on,
To what we both were feeling
That eternal, behemoth bond.
That comes but once a lifetime
And ends but never more,
Not every verse ends up in rhyme
Nor fairness even scored.
Somehow we turned one winter night
With neither one suspecting,
Cold winds cutting like a knife
And destines bisecting.
Into the snow and ice I steered
Off to find my soul,
All the while you cried your tears
For a love that lost its hold.
Though that’s a lie in waiting
If true love exists at all,
These words are well worth stating:
I still can hear your call.
Late at night with moon and stars
And comets flying by,
And morning when I think how far’s
The separation between you and I.
Not knowing if I’ll ever see
Your smiling face again,
Like a gentle breeze I feel set free
In the comfort of your memory, dear friend.
This growing casym
how it does spread
no matter the ties that bind
what once was, may never be
i want to endure
there is little cooperation
occassional bisecting parallels
i want brilliance in my life
not a cold, dank room lit by another
i want a thunderous song
with lyrics full of color
not a sonorous melody
that meanders with the wind
i want to lead this parade of life
to wave at the crowd
i make this journey
with only me.
There is a river flows eternal,
Cutting swathes through sands aflame,
Bisecting the ragged shanties,
Sweeping tides of ancient glory,
Whispering fluidly her name.
There are pyramids keeping secrets
Of the dead they nurse inside,
Concealing the treasure of her heart,
Interment by Anubis' thrall,
Embalmed and petrified.
There are spiritual high priestesses
Forcing back the will of fate,
And reviving her magnificence,
Have restored the foremost goddess,
Cleopatra incarnate.
There are almond eyes of absinthe
That behold all love and pain,
That outshine the brightest diamonds,
Put to death the seven wonders
When they see the earth again.
There such grace of composition
Stands embodied with desire,
That lays waste to mortal concept,
Blinds the vision of the dark gods,
Bathed in milk and weeping fire.
There a pilgrim in a wasteland
Stalks the four winds and proceeds,
Trails the wake of one most beautiful,
Lost in chasing Cleopatra,
So entranced he ne'er concedes.