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Journey On The Edge II

When I was 16 my face suddenly froze,
As I passed out in my friend's arms,
I was laying there, face turned rose.
I awakened, memoryless, then recall harms.

When I was 23 I was very far,
But I wasn't alone as I kept on twitching,
She saved me while my spirit was afar;
Soon I flew back to my body, waking.

When I was 27 I almost died thrice,
Two times because of someone I trusted,
First time because of foolishness for a vice,
Three times my head internally combusted.

When I was 8 months old,
I had my first encounter with death.
I flash backed to it, as a 27 year old,
Like as if I was holding my last breath.

Election Musings

Between my thicker and thicker lobes
Lies a much less thick wick
Which reflects a dimmer and dimmer glimmer of what was once brimming with more than a shimmer of hope and optimism
Two parties bickering and flickering
While a third party that many think green has a luminous base as it soaks in combusted blue and red particles
Yet its growing flame is unable to sustain as what it has absorbed is erratic and wanes and leads to a slimmer and slimmer glimmer smoldering to a simmer and ultimately leads to a blue or even worse red flame that my cerebral struggles to cortex.

Everyone Knocks Neville

Neville Knox was a trusting soul,
He believed all that people told him.
Even those who came around,
To harass and even scold him.

No matter what the suggestion,
He would do whatever they said.
From putting his hand in the fire,
To breaking a rock with his head.

All in town would snicker and laugh,
They really thought it was funny.
He made it so easy to stiff him,
And borrow all of his money.

On a fateful day he was asked,
By a group of people he trusted.
To swallow a gallon of gas,
Then spontaneously combusted.

In a trophy case he resides,
On his urn was this notation:
Inside lies his final remains,
Guilty of his own cremation.

Conflagrant

I don’t know how I got here
The first thing I notice is the smell of embers,
As my heavy eyes begin to let light into them
Darkness is all around me,
With fire being the only light source
Why fire?
Fear fills me to the brim,
And I realize I am trapped in orange,
Ash fills my lungs,
But why does it feel somewhat nostalgic?
Have I been here before?
I walk forward but the hard concrete pierces my sole,
The concept of being combusted pierces my soul,
I take another step,
But now a viscous liquid wets my foot,
And the inferno grows yet again,
My neck creaks while I inspect my surroundings,
Despair and hopelessness take over my feelings
Tears create lines down my cheeks as they descend,
And the funny feeling they make is familiar
I realize I shall meet the same fate as those before me,
Surrounded by fire and alone,
Surrounded by people but alone,
Loneliness is the last thing that comes back to me,
When I find there are no windows,
No door, 
No openings,
No help,
No escape.

Zombie In a Recliner

Around 9 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels
on YouTube. When it laughed
the birds in its head fell silent
as if some cave-ogre had spontaneously
combusted.

Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
It day-dreamed,
now and then it thought of sex,
but in a nonrealistic way.

Around 6 O’clock, Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,”
it said.

Orange- -

I looked all over town
And all I could find
Was yellow and brown
The mixture of brown and yellow
Eversole was mellow
Must have been a misdemeanor
For together they were Mindbender
It is I kept on pretending
Earth shattering rendering
The Browns and the yellows combusted
Equally yoked but yet further disgusted
Such a trifling mix
Making each of us sick
What gets, mixed.   

Brown and  yellow  
Wha wha what's 


orange 

10/31/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2o19

Flood of Blood

As the clouds parted
Is when reality started

Crackling booms across the sky
Only GOD knows why

Some disappeared, Others combusted
Liars, thieves and even ones you trusted

Never to be seen again
Thus the wages of sin

Young to the old
Weak to the bold

There was no discrimination
All at one time across the nation

The ones left turned beast
Devouring one another at the feast

It was a sea of blood
Resembling a red flood

Angels swooped down
One wore the crown

Demons came from the earth
As if giving birth

The battle was a battle
Innocents herded like cattle

Evil laying waste
The violence I could taste

This game I'm no stranger
Never feared a bit of danger

No longer feeling mortal
I've stepped through the portal

Kill, kill and kill
I did and I will

Did I do right or was I wrong
I fear the decision won't take long

Life Abandoned Me

I’ve been deserted and forsaken, 
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated. 
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated. 

No more time of sincere elation, 
now only a lonely sensation.
To this pain shall I surrender?
I used to touch a hand so tender.
Now I’m an abdicated offender. 

I’ve been abandoned, left to die,
no one said I must comply.
Though I’ve been pushed aside
there’s nowhere I can hide. 
I’m chained up, arms tied. 

Full of repudiation and rejection, 
I lost life’s balanced connection. 
I fear the worst has come to take
my one and only mistake. 
From this nightmare I must awake. 

Thrown over the reverie’s shore,
taken away from those I adore. 
Disowned and insanely combusted
from all those that I trusted.
Now I’m the one mistrusted. 

So I must renounce and give in.
I crave atonement for my sin. 
Turn myself over to cruel intentions, 
death shall come with circumvention.
I pray God comes with intervention. 

Fear arrives as I’m the one who runs, 
though life is the one who abandons. 



Abandon Contest
Brenda Chiri
June 10, 2018

Devotion

I will never feel vacant, never self-loathing
As long as you awake me
Holding a lantern that beacons aspirations
For feelings of doubts must be combusted by flames of passion
The world’s miscreants spread their disease, influencing their intent of infidelity
Leading us into heart-rending ailment
Hiding their assurance rings, acting on treachery ardor, Judas kiss
In inamoratas arms we turn away always remaining devoted
Warming the essence, shaking all conceded pain, faltering and stiffened
As we lie in our own visibility meadow of heaven
The scent of allure wonder makes me speechless
All I can say is your love has always been as true as can be
Treasuring all intendment significance
Every trial, spike in are anatomies was treaded in the floods of unconditional
We will never go cold are heart beat will never blacken below
We will always live for today without being faded or torn
No matter how old we will never depress because we having hoping hearts

Ghost of Christmas 1

Am beautifully hurt
Though, gracefully taught 

You still think am weak
While hesitatingly given a week

To plunge in his favourite hands
That combusted my convex bone cheeks 

Perhaps, i smelt that act of cabalism
At same time, was left in surrealism

Its a welter weight, he looks sixpounds more
Once again, our laws are seeming lore

Likewise,standing here is a bigger lie
the last i uttered was 'fie'(upon you)

Rushing out of the square paced ring
Avoiding his mazed defeat and a lone beating

Accusing the men in suit of self complacency
While i was accorded victory.

Replace

From the moment you walked away,
I tried replacing you the things you loved.
I read your poetry over and over until my eyes burned
And my heart combusted.
I tried to like black coffee, but only choked down half a cup
Before adding milk and honey to what remained.
I tried to use your detergent, but everything smelled of regret.
I tried sleeping in your shirt,
But I was suffocated by the fabric every night. 
I listened to your playlist until my mind spoke in Nirvana lyrics.
I tried to love what you left behind, 
But it wasn’t the same.

Heat of a Heart

Stabbed subterranean with a feudal dart
Crackled, corroded and combusted on every part
Heart is the only part left apart.

Gored Graves Womb

Here from the womb of a grave rose a carcass 
Stabbed subterranean with a feudal dart
Crackled, corroded and combusted on every part
Heart seems to be sizzled and left apart.

All mighty above started crying in the clouds 
Tears geared up the grimness and went gloomy 
Smiles sacrificed their superiority, 
saluted that venerated veteran of aspiring life.

Life of Candle

Life Of Candle
For hours, fire on the candle, dances down the counter 
Wick burns lower into ash
Vaporized, combusted, lashing out at life
Grows shorter, balanced, waxed into oblivion
Transforms as molten puddles on the floor
Flame fills in the shadows corners of the room
Flickers against the solid dark
What was once white, is dimmed
Goes out in a flash in candles style and form
Almost exactly as when it started
Smoke gives no warning of the passing
Immeasurably born it fades away 
Into the shadows grave

Sally Jane

Sally Jane hung out the clothes

As her employer did upstairs doze

It was the same every week

Sally Jane's outlook was so bleak

An orphan child found in the lane

By the Reverend Parson Cane

He brought her to the parsonage

Her first job was to turn each bible's page

Hidden from view below the pulpit

Inside it's depths she would happily sit

Her next job was when she was a bit older

Carried milk pails slung across each shoulder

She whooshed the laying hens and cocks

And scaring crows as she ran about

shaking the hems of her frocks

When grown she had no permanent home

She preferred to live outdoors and to roam

As night fell a haystack, or in the winter a farmer's barn

On stormy nights that wetted the land

Sally Jane's cover was never planned

She arrived soaked through at any random door

They let her in and she slept on the floor

Now in her  fiftieth year

Many village folk shed a tear

She had spontaneously combusted in John's hayrick

There had been no indication she had ever been sick

Her funeral was yesterday

Poor Sally Jane, it's a mystery.

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