Mesmerising every soul, as a milk-white opal
Opening its crooked jaw, showing the void within
Birthed from fire and lust, in the bitter waters
Yet, by its breath, it filters pale light from darkness
Demon from the abyss, now clothed in angelic white
Imprinted with hieroglyphics and astral signs
Concealed by the fathomless waves from every eye
Killing every pearly soul, binding every star
Inspired by the sperm whale from the famous book Moby-Dick (whom the book is named after), and the sea giant from Manichaean cosmology.
I wore the clothes of sinner
Whether I was naked or clothes
Yet I was instill a sinner
God saw me hiding in my life
He said to me come out, come out
I see you as you are
And who told you you were naked
With or without clothes
I am still soiled
So He sent himself down
a Son, His Son and He clothed me in forgiveness and grace mercy and love
11/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Loathed Being Clothed When Betrothed
again he had loathed
wedding and way she was clothed
while being betrothed
Jim Horn
The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking,
where only he could be
As I escape inside myself
—a prisoner running free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
- - Through love
exhale and breathe, life within the depth of me- ( I am ) held in nature alone
clothed in evergreen,
unity and beauty being shone,
Through love - -
_____
~ Simplicity ~
Just a little scribble from the heart
Please close your eyes, not fully clothed right now
Well I'm wearing a smile from my bum to my brow
Above that have a hat
Quite fancy at that
With bells that ring out if I'm wearing a scowl
I have decided to stop breaking my bones, trying to fit into places I don't belong.
My feet is too sore to walk onto broken glasses from the rocks that you threw.
My hair is to sensitive, to time and time again comb it with a thorn brush.
My voice is gone from screaming , I'm too tired to compete with other pussys for you.
I'm too raw to be eaten by you, my taste can not be controlled by your immature tongue . My aroma upsets your aura, so much that you can't focus or understand why I am so intense. It troubles you to not fully know me, you have not discovered how to use your third eye to see my beauty. I'm a mystery , a hard rock, a sort of fruit that only grows in the mist of a magical forest.
The person inside who you love and care for
You knowingly take it all
The good and sometimes the bad
My past, present and future
Something I never had
And all along did I ever believe someone would find my childhood memories cute?
Giving your body away to someone is simple; done every day
Without a name exchanged
But money given- we are knowingly ruled by cash
A cheating husband to the wife at home..
Wondering again what she's done wrong
Every human so corrupt, and yet
Somehow I still feel naked as I speak
But you look at me and smile, I can tell
It’s too genuine and I’m not used to this
I’m being vulnerable, but this
The silliest things it seems
Bring the feeling on, but
There’s a reason behind everything
Every feeling, every word spoken
A story behind the scarred wrist
Or the lonliness and sadness
Which brought on every tear that will ever exist
All I know is this:
When I’m alone with myself
it’s only you that I miss
How brightly she glows all clothed in winter
As Springtime opens its limbs to hold her
It flourishes with life yet it is blind
To the gray of her face and the white on her shoulder
It cannot see the absence of green
In her tiny, pale, trembling frame
Still the sun smiles down so she lies on the ground
Willing her winter away
In the warmth she lingers and runs through her fingers
Blades of the grass and she ponders: Why, though tender
The heat of the Spring, though loving, though green
Does little to thaw or mend her
There she lies until agonized she cries
Her fingers burn, the fiery grass sears them
She desperately screams pleas for help to the Spring
But the Spring does nothing, for it cannot hear them
She fades away but the pain stays aflame
The gray of her face burnt blacker than cinder
The ashes she leaves cover the trees
Turning the Springtime white as winter
And the Spring now weeps and shrivels its leaves
It hardens and slowly grows colder
It mourns and swells and wishes like hell
That it had seen the white on her shoulder.
Ah, Love,
you come;
all confusion suddenly grows calm,
and all I thought within me dead
arises with new life.
I am enraptured,
surrounded by your divine presence;
eternity seems hushed and still,
and time and space suspended
before thy probing rays.
I cleanse my soul
in your absolving stream,
and I grow aware beneath
your penetrating light.
I am known--
and Love will during me into knowing
both myself and you.
I cast away all caution;
I abandon my soul
to your gentle wooing,
stripped of all pretension.
My naked spirit
goes laughing before you,
for to be known
is to be
fully clothed.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Watching her black as white kitty lioness prowling amongst life's trees....
Lean is she abandoned perhaps les miserables ? Inspired by yesterday's meal
A live kill his unknowing squirrel and babies whom wait on love's, merciful plate ?
Post zombie's apocalyptic world; rushing to beat their midnight toll in poignant they
Cursed the branches void, of light ? Critical acclaim bows and ties a cannibal's dreams
His pagan's guise; dressed these robes her market's place open graves where children cry..
Your covered bridge there cross the blind ? In trails be tears their own shall find; a fool's gold.
Stargazing into the unknown
A million sparkles
In a sea of obscurity
Feeling nothing, felt by no one.
Asking for a sign above
A noble comet ablaze
Doth grace my presence
A treasure from God above
Dew then fell, upon my locks below
Had it been a dream, in lofty thoughts
Awoke with a treasure chest in bosom
Clothed in the cloudy morn.
Oh Winnie the Pooh
Why don’t you wear shoes?
Don’t your soft yellow paws hurt?
Do they get covered in dirt?
I myself wear clogs
As they help me to jog.
While wearing my boots and red britches
And I can jump all around and over ditches
Whereas I know you will slowly pad along
Before you stumble over a log
My dear, dear Pooh
Why don’t you wear shoes?
24 January 2013 – Zach Chan
holding tight close
clothed in intimacy
two hearts in the same wave length
beat and pool as one
there in romantic devotion
there in frenzy-ecstatic inspiration
they rapture in response to the cupid stings
charms open into winning ways
two minds fused into one
her touch,
warm and soothing
his talk ,
gentle and tender
worthy closeness, worthy beautiful
embers spark
the sky of love smile stirring warm feelings
fervor
ardor,enthusiasm, passion, ecstasy
the globe is left but to root round