I need the guarantee
of this remedy,
mentally be free
of my jealousy.
Ecstasy
escape to heavens,
Heavenly,
Read the guide carefully.
I wish to be seventy
and spread the density,
An angel's specialty
is her soft tendency.
We need them desperately
In Tennessee
Crunchy Nutty,
glutton sesame
On shelves readily
and great quality.
Gone are dreams yesterday,
No longer a sucker wannabe.
Only someone's vanity
can't express this melody.
& gone is my once destiny
to be cruel to my enemies.
My self help therapy
enables to feel empathy,
I didn't kill Kennedy
but suffered the penalty.
On display is my rarity,
but this is no parody.
We can't blame the deputy
for crimes committed terribly,
I'll never blame the chemically
of a woman ending a pregnancy.
I'll look upon weaponry
as a form of pedigree,
Pearl Jam's song "Jeremy"
announces the recklessly.
We always blame a heresy
to every school shooting
of such tragedy.
If kids had loyalty,
and swallowed honesty,
We all need wings
of acceptance,
so things don't always end
like this so usually.
It's like a nuclear reaction chemically inclined to ruin my life or excite it. Either way I'm enlightened. Going on and on about you and your ways like a battery equally negative and positive on each side. None of your soul I would ever rewrite but your actions. The burn from your flame is it really worth the passion? And in the end will we build each other up like two flames or burn each other up like butane. Just bring me compassion.
Steamy daylight seeps into
flesh, bone and drywall.
A large fly is trapped
between the curtain and a hot window.
Can’t tell if it’s angry, desperate, or confused,
the buzz is intermittent,
the pauses lulls of restoration,
or instincts in abeyance.
Maybe it just forgets to be anything.
Wondering if its purpose was decreed,
its mission,
to eat the dead things of the earth,
to bury its body in the rot,
in the waste of corruption?
Will a fly, on judgement day,
be called to confess,
and shall I, on that day of judgement,
be chemically sprayed,
to be now
my own gift of decay.
Job done.
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
I am not for that
Though I do not remember giving of suck
From my mother’s breast
I was not made to be drinking, ingesting cow’s milk
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
Not supposed to was purposeful to eat vegetation
Not raw nor cook burning meat
Processed rephrased chemically altered
Though I be melanin we of the dark persuasion
Not created to be subjected, cast off and enslaved
I for be a King mine soul mate a Queen
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
I AM of I AM
Not your tool, servant, animal
I AM melanin man
Birthed from the heavens, a temporary visitor
Residencies abiding on vacating world
Where we’re supposed to toil
Not judge by fellow man, not to abuse womb-man
Birth spiritual placed temporal in a vessel
We alive
Only our matter dies
We are incarnate energy
WE Rise
THE MAKING OF US IS NOT RIGHT FOR US
12/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver,
Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep.
Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head.
I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases.
Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions, pottery from long ago…
A collection of some kind, featuring timeless treasures and ordinary items of little to no monetary value.
A discombobulated hoard of flea market finds?
I came to another display difficult to make sense of…another display of mannequins except these wore no clothing and floated in some viscous liquid.
A chill went up my spine and I knew not why until…one opened their eyes and looked at me!
I awaken. Bright sunlight streams into my bedroom windows. I recall everything in a moment of time.
Sitting up, pain and horror, a poisonous flower blossom opening red petals in my mind…
A nightmare or mad illusion? I see nothing but my room, and hear nothing now but…
… silence.
No accident that the Bible has some of the greatest poetry every written -- for faith, God, cannot be expressed by mere means of clear, solid definition as a diamond of carbon in a laboratory chemically dissected and defined. God is known by cadence, synonym inspired, manifesting from the heart of imagination. Which is not to suggest, that God is not real, not truth -- it simply means, to my mind, that poetry is Love unconditional~ gateway, for literature's highest known form of expression. Far surpassing philosophy. A way of understanding and approaching our divinity both sense-fully and spiritually.
Stretch out your arms
Lie on the mossy forest floor
Feel the cooling fronds
On your back
Be embraced.
Join the family of trees
As they chemically chatter
Beneath you. Silently.
Interlope and envelope
An exciting vibrancy
Of Autumnal shades
Before Wintery sleep pervades
Douse your soul
In the pine scented oil
Of calm, ancient, understanding
Bathe in the beauty
Of stillness..
(Ssshhh)
Disappointment
I read about made people escape the crazy world.
The civilization we call modern life by hiding in a hidden little town in Laos
A place Where they can be irrational on their terms
Sleep when they want to and drink beers when they feel like it.
Eccentric" rich millionaires," in Norway flee to Swiss of all places
A state is so chemically clean of fun and clutter.
The people in Swiss are not impressed by these rich/ poor escapees
Who bitterly and grouchy talk about the high taxes.
The Norwegian's rich eccentricity is about wearing
a morning suit at breakfast
And learning Portuguese from their maids.
Misfits are in a land where no one points and says: Look, they are rich!
Green eyes upon smiling lips,
lessons learned from a hundred trips.
Sweet is the kiss of losing,
from the folly of our choosing.
Nature helps in the teaching,
meant to steady our far-reaching.
The dreams that we desired,
were they chemically inspired?
What is the worth of caring,
without the loss of real sharing?
Love will lead us to the light,
but I fear, not without a fight.
Enters the role of belief,
bringing a real sense of relief.
To calm the fear of living,
with the loss of our forgiving.
Known in ancient texts and clay,
as the true messianic way.
Supernatural design,
born when larger spirits align.
As the commonality,
of true spirituality!
date:FOREVER
Fear.
The twisted truth
hidden inside every human,
chemically charged,
hypothetical noose,
effects booming,
Like steel it’s forged,
From the deepest parts,
of the heart,
of the subconscious mind,
created to blind,
created to distract from reality,
to drag you towards fatality.
Paralyzing,
irreparable damage,
brain analyzing,
deciphering the disadvantages.
The path,
overcome damnation.
The truth,
swallowed by isolation.
The remedy,
chase your aspirations.
Fear.
Fueled by fire,
diminished by desire,
overcome the obstacles
keep faith in your arsenal.
Fight your fears,
take the cotton out of your ears,
lift the veil so you can see,
Set Yourself Free.
riot of colors
early spring perennials~
edible petals
I looked up some articles that said, if not chemically treated, tulip
petals may be used in salads or garnishes.
used howmanysyllables.com
April 2, 2022
entered in the Nature in Spring Themed Haiku Poetry Contest placed 9th
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
April 14, 2022
entered in the Bite Size no. 42 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
In my chemically imbalanced mind,
All I can do is detest.
Wandering my dismal world of the blind,
Anxious of what’ll transpire next.
One fine day, maybe,
light will shine again.
For life is dying,
All life nourishment
is cut off, all air
toxic sodomized,
plants suffocated,
Harmony halted,
an overloaded
of emotional
culpability.
We pave our way to
hell, our evil with
insincere designs.
Gracious mysticism
is a dirty word,
peace a bygone dream.
Trees are felled, or burned,
rills chemically
polluted. Deprived
are fish of their seas.
The polar regions
are slowly melting.
Yet one day, maybe,
the light will shine once
more and maybe I'll
find a deep baggage
full of bright rose quartz.
11 April 2021
Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
30 lines
5 syllables per line
Checked on www.howmanysyllables.com
Good friend, fear thee not! For chemical bliss,
Awaits in their smile, their laughter, their kiss …
Your future? Intoxicating. There is naught you shall miss.
You spent too much time to set this day right, to organize
But why will you not listen to me and realize...
Your friend is here to womanize!!
Now let us not pretend this short poem is a Victorian
Nor act as if I am a poet, prophet or historian;
But my friend, more than one emperor was betrayed by his praetorian.
Mind you not the fell dagger plunged deep in your back,
Or the guile and the wit of the siren attack.
Proceed as you must. Haste now! No alack!
2.29.2020
Written for "Occasional" contest, sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Engagement theme
I can't help it but this little feeling is becoming difficult to let go
Oh!! What a deal!!
Little did I know I would be glued and chemically bonded
and left without being neutralized
I can't break away despite being a vigorous person,am acidified but still am forming more bonds!Who am I not to stay astray ?why can't I walk when am been burnt?
It's just a feeling,a feeling of being successful in getting there.
Am not a basic resume
Am Happy...
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