Assigned by design
One to two
You get me
But I can't choose you
...taking
Always talking
But never connect
Trying to reach
Just to get
...on
Permission derision
Turning black
Longing phased
Into perpetual lack
...unwarranted
Necessary expectation
Obligated to receive
Advancement in creation
While the real "me"
....contracted
Again and again
My skin aches with sorrow
Scars of wounds
Bleed in to tomorrow's
....habit
I don't like T.O.U.C.H.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-21-2026
opposite poles tune attraction
contracted manifestation
questing abstracted refraction
passions spin and spar ~
penetrating fallacies deep
climax stellar tasks in gem sleep
chemistryprem pulls, hugs and shrugs bleep
and yet here we are …
[ Third Place Win : Premier Contest : Feb 26
Honorable Win : All Poetry Contest : Feb 26 ]
wind amassed the shore
existential mar
eyes in ebb and flow
footprints beachcombed blind
sea contracted heart
symptoms in sand
filling seashells
sand even steps
through lost water
life organ
ripped by tide
under waves
she's salt
shaker
light
Much time was wasted pursuing narrow goals,
birthing attachments we were loathe to let go,
so life after life we kept changing our roles,
always in bondage to our wayward ego,
amidst shape shifting illusions it controls,
till the day we chose to make speed of thought slow,
instrumentalised like a limb so to speak,
thereby easily plugging energy leak.
Looking back we see that we were always free
but since we knew not that we are living light,
deluded by desires, bound to our mind tree,
contracted by fears, we knew not bliss delight
till the day we got head and heart to agree
and in the void of silence garnered clear sight,
whence as the vaporised self, as the bliss flame,
doing nothing at all, we fulfilled our aim.
graham cracker wanted his own story book
looking for the perfect song and hook
liked the tale of the gingerbread man
renamed himself Graham Cracker Dan
Hired a ghost writer named Mr. Brim
Make me sound smart, he instructed him.
Dan contracted the book out to his cousin.
Give him songs, make it a dozen.
Encompassing a broad range of technologies
machines to perform what would usually be
the tasks and chores for humans
concepts that form the foundations
that enable assignments and and tasks
to be performed
concepts form the very being of
artificial intelligence and it's various employment
of specific usage
it's premise was to be used as an understudy
to help the thespians study there roles
Prompt desks and musical interludes included
the robots are the intellecail property
the theather and all the actions between
robot and person are filmed and are
the intellectaul property
of the studio
all words in accordance to the theathers scritps
and music. Even the humming and signing
are all the proerty of the studio or theather
rerecodings are forbiddened unless
contracted or allowed.
Scayles and Chords are conducted
Fibonacci sequence and arithmetic sequences
are arrangement of notes in a scale to the
overall form of a composition
Collaberations between humanoid and person
are contraceed.
Music Generators
Big Roy Versatile 1080
Just a place to be
prominently
the premise
is such a mess
disarray such a man
contracted testament
I am a picture in His plan
I am my Father’s voice
Set to words
caretaker of this earth
5/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
I finally went dancing again
This time my partner was a ghost from the past
Their movements so fluid that it felt like I was on an island
Their touch so cold I thought I would catch hypothermia
Their face so distorted colors bent and contracted around them
We twirled and waltzed throughout the night
We both knew the steps
One step, two step, pause, pull away, pull them in, twirl
But something was different
I could no longer feel that spark that once was there
That electric feeling that sent shivers down my spine is gone
I feel nothing as our eyes meet
I don't feel the rhythm in my heart
I don't feel a sweet sensation meeting my taste buds
All that once was is gone
I guess that's what it means to dance with a ghost.
“Reverse Cyrano”
Reverse Cyrano
new wave poetry
straddles the ruins
milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams
red leaves laquer
the vain roadmaps
that stain the ingrained
with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart
sweet and tart
and thick
skinned
sliced and skewered
each granate
a sparkling
hidden gem
within the ruby
words written
riding astride those worlds
like wolves
in those comforting
dicomforting whispering woods
for Cyrano reversed
so easily contracted
a hidden god and a poet
that lost lovers
may find submerged
in disoriented time adrift,
eyes open-wide undestracted,
the ravenous misunderstood unmissed.
Candide Diderot ‘25
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Some truth about our body:
Our body remembers absolutely everything
It remembers what you don't remember
The body reacts to danger
It lives or buries unlived in feelings and emotions
It tells a moment what's happening around you
Through physical reactions and state of health
It's enough to learn to notice and interpret them
Observe your body how suddenly contracted
It has a lump in your chest or throat
Your arms shaken
Your legs become woolen
When you stop breathing
Breathing is shallow and shallow
Feel the moment
Feel the reaction
Figure it out
Respond something in yourself
Find time the quality of your life.
in this realm of fierce predators
name of the game: domination
out of place here seem love laced souls
blissful in staid meditation
consciousness caged, heart contracted
as delusion of grandeur boasts
fanning fires of feral instinct
humans wander earth like lost ghosts
love’s the flame that glows in darkness
pausing the cause of tempests wild
know it as the light of the soul
sense it in the smile of a child
My hilly paths are full of pits, and my trails turn and twist.
My life and destiny have contracted clandestine tryst.
As there are dams blocking rivers that flow flawlessly
Unknown hurdles put pauses to life rather lawlessly.
Brick by brick how cautiously I construct my dream castle!
How a storm pulls it down as though it's a hut on the hill!
Exploring, inventing, and enlightening, I move on.
Towards absurd spells of death, my mortal being is drawn
Inner aches, like yokes, weigh me when I let go of my worries.
Pains and grieves, like traumas, bring in tumultuous flurries.
Soul passes through deserts of spiritual emptiness.
Pilgrimages of perfection become pride-filled pettiness.
With my descents and falls, I, a weakling, come to my Lord
He lifts me from dust and takes me to his heavenly abode.
As a vulture that gains its youthfulness, I take new birth.
Dark nights of my soul end and bright days lead to endless mirth.
plans thwarted
it is a routine life test
an opportunity to check
is heart contracted
or yet tranquil
God has designed
earth life so perfectly
optimised for soul growth
as we gentle responses
breath by breath thus
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