To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course. Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for. Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths. I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again. It all seems small. A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole. Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me. I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey
of all journeys. To keep on path...
...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
Nesting and fabrication might lead to
the breakthrough most wish to
achieve.
It's much more than a marvel:
and less
speculative
then other could believe.
Confinements properties,Chheaper
and more frequent reproductive cycles.
Fields of fusion science and it's
challenges
will meet the must achieve status
The positronic net a field of
sophisticated sentiencing.
Comutationing and figurance.
Generative design.
Written by
Archemedes Primious
2024-2025
We learn to sit and then to crawl
Because our view is just too small.
From crawling next we start to walk;
Confinements only make us balk.
Once we can walk, we learn to run;
Our exploration has begun
And once adulthood is unfurled,
We head on out to see the world.
The years flash by; our running days
Return us to a former phase.
Again we walk, with waning pep,
Reverting to a slower step.
We skip the crawl but soon see fit
To find a cozy place to sit
And once we’re settled in a seat,
We know life’s circle is complete.
Four valved compartments
Quadruply lock you up from the devils
Push you nearer to God
With no bargains for confinements and short - cuts
No bargains for freedom but the rules
No bargains for dignity but the truths
No bargains for sentiments but only logics
Just for a normal blood circulation
And a positive way of life
Distance star
Grounded altitude
Fleeting lights
Spacious sites
Universal darkness
Evasive
Planetary confinements
Universe
Galactic breeze
Unending debris
All this in the deep black sky called
...~outers space~
7/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Time is just fractures in space
That loops
Around the bend of eternity,
Holding the world in a tight grip of
Structure, that takes away the natural
Order... So we stay in the grind of
Imaginary confinements,
Dragging chains, fueling the bondage
Of generations that have lost their way
Feeding the belly of the beast
Till it's all consuming...
So time steals souls and feeds the
Deception that keeps us
Blind and deaf to the present moment.
May the beauty of Nature in Spring,
Fill you with wonder, joy and peace,
Through this unsettling era so baffling,
Supporting you til our confinements cease.
Isolated of necessity this holiday season,
Yet thankful for animals in our lives,
who buoy and console, our mutual love easing,
Strains we'll soften with safe hugs to survive!
mrt/4-10-20
Stuck
Help me
I cannot move
I have forgotten your name
Stuck
With no escape
Only this abjectness
And the entirety of my pain
Stuck
But I have a plan
I will overwhelm my body with oxys
Then barf the life right out
Stuck
Now; in the confinements
Of a failed institution
Nowhere to go-
My only choice
Was to travel adventurously
Down to
The furthest extent of
My viciously evolving thoughts
I exist between these lines,
a place that I call home
The space between the bars,
It's the only thing I've known
I've dreamt of what it's like
to roam the vastness
Where there isn't any structure ,
absolutely no confinements
but these lines are where I was placed,
I guess it's where I'm meant to be
But when the pages are turned, and all is dark
I dream that I am free
You can't kill
a man with soul
They forgot to engrave
His fate on his forehead
And draw the roads
To a proper life on his palms
But he knew
He knew that life belongs
To those who could touch
Touch bodies, send messages
Through skin
Seek one another in sense
Taste the fibres of dreams
Through the mist
And drink sweat from
The man who has taken
Against the mountain
One who isn't afraid to dream
he watches her in his sleep
she is the example of steady fate
Eyes sharper than razor blades
A mouth quicker than a whip
But smiles like the sun
Could rise from inside it
Bringing with it rays
Of happiness and hope
She says its a place she's seen
De ja vu or a dream
Something,
Its untouched and oh so new
She fears it
She loves it
He wants to see it
Feel it
Bodies wrestling against
The staccato rhythm of the hearts
That ask to be spoon fed
From the pot of molten feelings
Trying to find their place
In eyes all too familiar to the quest
But not looking to verify
Its findings nor its confinements
You can't kill a man with soul
He knows
The sheltering of are heart is pure
for God covers it with his love
but the bonds of flesh try to escape
to leave the confinements of are soul
what is this flesh to us?
is it not just meat and bone?
is not are soul a means to an end
and a new beginning....
In dreams
I can do anything
no feats impossible
I fly deep
into the abyss
conquering my fears
I am more
alive inside
Than I’ve ever been
Released from
the confinements of
this life’s mortal limits
Seriously…
Frequently verse free of rhyme and meter
Articulates mental images upon a page.
A poetic expression from the heart
Unified by tangential emotions,
Thoughts openly, freely uttered…
A progression of complexities
The essence of a poet’s soul opened.
His fundamental nature shared, fully.
Presented for perception.
Unified, cohesively fused.
Offered from one mind to another.
Virtuously given without expectations.
Beautiful boundless poetry, besieging.
Free from the confinements of rules.
The soul, alive; multifaceted and elegant
Tacitly living; shared openly.
Enthusiastically scrolled upon the page.
Silently.
Why worry about a world,
In which you will never be perceived.
Dwelling on intangible dreams
That will never be conceived.
Never given an option,
Just going with the flow.
Hoping that you will be happy ,
Wherever life bids you to go.
Never really having a place to belong
Existing as an object of pity.
Never feeling like you’re good enough
No matter how smart or witty.
How should one cope with things?
Life is so hard and unfair.
Left alone to sit and ponder
The reasons why you still care.
Times will continually pass,
But you will stay a slave of your own mind.
Giving up hope of escaping its confinements.
Accepting the roles you are assigned.
Forever hoping your days will brighten.
Maybe tomorrow will be that day.
A time when you can finally rest
And throw your constraints away.
If only it were today.
If only.
Deepening black of the coming night
Foretelling of the evil things to come
Swirling black clouds filled with might
The blackened place that hate comes from
Senses sharpened, sight honed blade sharp
Keen eyes searching in the blanketing fog
Tick tock tick... sanity of mind departs
Terror leaps from behind the broken old log
High pitched keening swells in broken notes
Rushing blood pummel confinements of the mind
Teasing wind shrieks and playfully gloats
your sanity is missing, left for you to find
Pervading evil and madness glittering cold
Bone shattering lonliness fills your soul
Terror... terror... terror... vicious hold
Paralyzed in a death that is dishonorable
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