Eps-spine..Is a serious condition' currently afflicting
The white house, and many world
potentates..Aquired due to close proximity to the
Walking death ( most commonly known')
As epstein jeff..I am afraid.? No.! Pleased
To diagnose' removal from drugs; radical surgery, by laser if
Required? Also, denial of access to social
Media platforms for all affected, immediate removal of funding, coupled with exposure to Biblical
proportianal purging regularly.!
Maybe also? a two year stint in sewer
cleansing? At citys of the incumbent peoples choice.? With a review at the end
And re-employment if they have not learned to a sufficent standard, and the
Same if they have proffiancy.' I beleive that they would un-derstand that rationale?
So i'd employ it to reduce any chance of
Trauma.'
A barrier to love can be
merely distance – natural for
the heart to love when in
close proximity. Nearness
often propagates dearness. A
general rule though not an
axiom. For hate is an imposing
affiliate.
FIXATION
Eager eyes and a hopeful heart
of innocent and pure intent.
Just to be in close proximity
gives smitten eyes their glint.
Clouds beneath infatuated feet,
lost in daydreams through the night.
Weakened knees and butterflies,
the tell tale signs of loves first bite
Who's not traversed that winding road,
whose ups and downs are not yet shown?
Each twist a chance to turn romance
into love, loss, or the friend zone.
It's a tight rope walk on eggshells,
drama traps made to anger or please.
Perchance you reach the other side,
and the juice just ain't worth the squeeze.
The lesson here, though all too clear,
is lost to infatuation.
Loyal and steadfast makes love last,
sparks are frivolous fixations.
There she was, a youthful beauty,
scantily dressed for show,
drawing much attention,
for reasons she would know.
I acknowledge her politely
as we pass by in the aisle,
I nod my head in recognition
followed by a smile.
I know that she does see me
close proximity as we pass,
she shoots a glance, seems thru me,
as if I'm made of glass.
My younger days, a long time past
of that, I sure do know,
back in the day I would engage
starting with hello.
Realistically, with present sight
where age becomes the barrier,
we'll pass each other, only,
as ships do in the night.
Fan in close proximity to my breast
Large and tinted pink
You drink in my dance of squirming
You love how I wear my abash
My heartbeat upon my face
You see it…you feel it
You’re in the shadows
I’m haunted by your presence
yet, I’m “addicted to your alchemy”
the outcome of which frightens me
I can’t see your face but I know
that you’re more handsome than anyone
has a right to be…confident that you are
painted upon the pages of history
Nameless…faceless entity
You slay me
I faint under your thumb that snaps me
as I pose on the love seat
Why can’t I run
Why don’t I
Are you a phantom…I fathom
you’re wrapped in black silk
from head to toe
I’ll grab my cross, you must know
It’s hard to tell if they’re playing tag,
or thrusting nectar-drunk love at each other—
mid-June attempts at getting it.
Maybe they’re fighting over first flowers—
legs twitching in hypoglycemic half-paralysis,
like the buzz of waking mid-vacation,
still dazed, muscles aching, but that stinger,
coiled stiff for the week.
Their terror-tails would end me,
or at least suspend me, breath held between
here and wherever histamine takes it.
I appreciate the bees, I really do,
their work, their faith in growing things.
But the anaphylactic risk of their existence
in relation to mine turns close proximity
into a kill-or-die situation:
all stabs and fury, and neither of us
wanting it to end that way.
Any raining of bombs is the first step toward loosing.'
This act must be followed by ground forces.' Terrain
Variations will influence events.! As will populace actions
Among beligerent and invaded parties.' In a brief analysis
' what happened with the English invasion of Ireland?? Long term.!! Bearing in mind 'both nations close proximity'
Then extrapolate that in regards of any conflict with Iran
Or any large middle eastern power.!! Any sane assesment
Screams no!! If Mr Trump is considering any such moves
I advise breaking ties with any force that advocates such.'
Which is most likely an ( n g o ) backed by scoros and co !
As it was in Afghanistan for Russia and the USA and as it
Has been in Syria for Russia..so it will be in a similar war
Let there be peace.' War is counter productive.'
1. IF step, just step as I take a breath
just wanna dance wit ya
close proximity
marching in David's shoe
dance remedy
step step step
to the beat of the music
let's walk it out, out, out
a paradee swing wit me tha MEloDy
it's clear to me, I am such a hoot, they say call N me Chazz foot
~
2. come mask flask the task
bask in the foot steps
across thee gravel, concrete and grass
IF step, just step as I take a breath
just wanna dance wit ya
close proximity
toss cross the lane be glad engage on stage
be glad git down and bad
Be free, be ya got what it took...
ya, step, steppin
Chazz Foot
9/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
She wore me like a coat
I wrapped around
my arms and hands
Around her like a robe, I stood
Within her in her space
More than an embrace
I stood
Still as a stone like a tree
That has blossomed
I stood
Standing tall whoever's in her way
I bewail for I so valuing her
I'm at all I stood and close proximity
I stood
Protecting her surrounding her
And in doing so it's her I stood standing for
I stand I stood I wrapped my thoughts
And my heart beats in rhythm with hers
I stood
Energies combined
I stood
We both so shined
I stood
Sparkling such
I stood
In love so much
I stood
As I light so shine
I stood
Bright so shy
I stood emerald she is a gem
I stood
Golden she is silver not tarnished
I stood
in Revelation that I mentioned
In a proximately so we stand embraced
arms and hands bodies intertwined
Surrounded covered in Grace
Outside of time
Together we stand
I stood
3/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
On a cold January night, l study the nightscape of the city below my eagles nest apartment window. I'm drawn to the lights of four cafes, arranged in close proximity on the cobbled streets. The old city is crammed closely together, traditional and modern jostling for space. How do they survive, competing with each other? I consider each in turn. One has fairy lights strung, multi colored, swinging along, entwined, moving in the wind. Another has a purple flashing neon sign spelling out its name. It flashes in rhythmic pattern - quick - quick - slow. The thirds harsh cold fluorescent light breaks the dark, a hard rectangle of white. And the fourth is lit by lanterns, glowing warmly in golden orange inside the windows. Muted and intimate. I realise each attracts it's own crowd, drawn in and defined by the lighting. I think about which one attracts me the most, and why.
155 words
Mother thought me gone.
She wrote cryptic notes
left them in the mailbox unaddressed.
Occasionally she thought me dead
or travelling in a dangerous land
being held hostage by hostile tribesmen.
Eventually she gave up
yet I was always near
laying on my bed next to her room.
She never did discover my vicinity,
my close proximity.
When she died
- I travelled.
Through these eyes I have seen the beauty that life can be.
Through these eyes I have seen true love in close proximity.
I’ve witnessed kindness I’d thought didn’t live and that I’d never see.
I’ve seen what humans can do to make a change and be what humans could and should be.
Through these eyes I’ve witnessed fear and pain not just inflicted upon me.
Through these eyes I’ve looked into dying eyes and seen the final scene.
I’ve witnessed brutality that broke my mind and made this life something I wanted to leave.
I’ve seen what man can do to man and questioned humanity!
Through my eyes I’ve written words that heal the soul of me.
Through these eyes I’ve seen dark change to light and fought the fight of what it is to be.
With vampire eyes I slowly gazed at him,
ready to go and stalk my first victim;
Scanning the crowd in close proximity,
wandering through the streets of the city;
Speaking with a voice of hypnotic rhymes,
whispers with the power to slow down time;
Swept up in the passion of a slow kiss,
unaware that lust was so dangerous;
Nibbled on his neck scraping to a bite
a loud moan, but absolutely no fight;
He fell for the magic of every quip,
went limp in my arms took the final sip;
Power to seduce? Unbelievable;
Partner left so proud, I made my first kill.
Lofty glory be to the soldiers
Who committedly protect the land -
It's people and the line of culture ,
Of the time-run ,running and future ,
Woods, rivers, fields and stretch of sand;
The sure and unique armed purgers
Of all evils and wanton attacks filthy ,
Besides averting all entrance stealthy .
Like a feeble child safe and sure
Of its parent in close proximity,
The nation's wholesome entity prime
Has a secure and complacent clime ;
Like immunity guarding until extremity,
You defend, and do calamities endure ;
Steady then be your task intrepid...
Success be ever at your brave bid .
Armoured with courage and confidence ,
In blizzard ,showers or landslides any
Rescuing victims, selflessly run the risk ;
With infinite vigour do always feats brisk -
Save ,set ,move and such a great many ,
Truly is manifest ,reliance and defence ;
Words fall short and render feelings mute
Hence : a formal , alert honour-salute..!
Space a giant divide
Space close proximity
Space indoors or outside
Space between you and me
Space that is limitless
Space three dimensional
Space at times spacious
Space for another interval
Space a trip to mars
Space an astronouts journey
Space the sun,the moon ,the stars
Space a study in astronomy
Space that is treasured
Space you don't want to share
Space can be mesured
Space in a mathmatical sense
Cubic square
Again another poem from 2012 a little updated
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