orchard in garden
yields bounteous ripe apples,
stem cell in seed is
a little bit of nothing -
willing self to be fulfilled
Hope began as a whisper,
curling across dark sea,
guiding my arrival,
to come see, and be.
Yet the gist was hollow,
empty to the core,
the rind of promise,
peeled off, fell down, to the floor.
The weight of empty words,
burned deep into my heart.
Cutting deeper than silence ever had,
because the promises were stone dead.
So my hope sits on edge,
waiting for a second coming.
An express fast delivery
right to my door, I'm pleading!
Gist 'twas Hollow,
right to the Core.
Gist 'twas Hollow,
right to the Core.
So my hope sits on edge,
waiting for a second coming.
An express fast delivery
right to my door, I'm pleading!
Rhythm, rhyme, and resonance.
Riddle, riffle through.
Red run roundabout? Last chance.
Buried deep in blue.
Stifle, sound of silence?
Better not ask why.
Victory bequeaths violence!
Somebody must die!
Pool up, silk thread, on my spool.
Thunder, fly at once.
Help the boy to keep it cool!
Goblin, grinning, guns!
Tyrant of the ancient waste?
How does success taste?
O ye virgins, art thou chaste?
Turkey legs a-baste!
Lobbied for, O hobby? When?
Now or then again?
Gods of death, a death! Try ten.
Dragon, from thy den...
Rattlesnake, thy timber.
Cone of volcano.
Hurry, Blizzard! Cause shiver!
Bloom, thy bungalow.
Dun the skies on Martian soil.
Fate, must we embroil?
O ye serpents, thus to coil!
Water hot to boil...
Figure eight? It's gotten late.
All men hate to wait.
Cross the desert or the strait?
Limestone gone to plate!0
I have nothing but open space on offer,
and even less to give
you mostly pass right through me,
Still my soul’s unshakable
so don’t treat me as your sieve
With your frostbite inches away
Are you within your skin or mine — ?
For our cold is a missing day
With your frostbite inches away —
You're in my arms, the next move staid
Approaching Winter's passing time —
With your frostbite inches away
Are you within your skin or mine — ?
Scrapped slew of core concert memories,
they come back to me with an intro;
Set opens with that number one hit,
the crowd roars with the very first chord;
They come back to me with an intro,
taking me right back to that old tour;
The crowd roars with the very first chord,
tickets and wristbands capture the sound;
Taking me right back to that old tour,
endless lines and bustling adrenaline;
Tickets and wristbands capture the sound,
it gets pumped directly to my veins;
Endless lines and bustling adrenaline,
every nostalgic note comes flooding;
It gets pumped directly to my veins,
a portal to cut a rug through time;
Every nostalgic note comes flooding,
set opens with that number one hit;
A portal to cut a rug through time,
scrapped slew of core concert memories.
Carrion- BEING SPIRIT INNER CORE-
O’ rotten carrion;
Being spirited inner core;
Whispers to the dead priest,
Whose spirit harvested in side dried bones;
All so souls depressed, so all alone;
Being spirited inner core;
O’ rotten carrion;
9/09/1973
8/22/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.1973© 2024©
The sun is shining. Rays of light shine upon my skin, and my inner light within assists me in me being incandescent. I emit light. I am luminescent. Reminiscent of the morning star I shine bright, and brighter than light itself. I know myself and it is important to know thyself. I breath in the Earth's air, and I yearn for the sweet taste of my favorite fruit , a pear. The taste of the fruit tickles my tongue, and I hear myself giggle. The juice from my pear trickles down my chin, and I see I have eaten every part of the fleshy fruit, once a beaute, and now all that is left if the core. The core of me, the part of me that is central to my existence, is living. I can smell the fructose on my breath. My appetite is not pacified, but it is close.
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
In life's unfolding, through this transient phase,
I witness kin and friends succumb to age's haze.
The pain and agony of their loss, echo in our hearts,
Time may heal, but leaves indelible, mental charts.
Existence's truth, beyond forms that fade,
Resides eternal, where souls find peace displayed.
Thoughts and beliefs, like shadows, fleet on meadows,
Inconstant companions in life's fleeting shows.
Of cosmic flows, our understanding's small,
Yet an inner child within, resiliently stands tall.
Through ebb and flow, in life's uncertain play,
The inner child's laughter persists, a guiding ray.
Unbound by temporal, nor transient glow,
In the eternal realm, its gifts continue to bestow.
Within the stillness, where silence gently hums,
A core untouched by the world's beating drums.
Not in externals, but in the soul's own clay,
The essence of our being finds its sway.
Line of inquiry: “we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
Who am I is the question I ask
in the dimness of a darkened room
the one my husband fancies on the moon
one with ideas that doesn't explode in a flask.
Am I simply one I see in the mirror
asking question that come from the galaxy
asking questions that no one expects of me
Am I the image that I fear?
Have I given my way to insanity
existing in a bubble all my own
could I break the surrounding stone
is my existence mere vanity?
Not a monolith but a complex being indeed
so my thoughts run wild like a steed!
The existential bird in the blossomed blue,
flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song.
The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue
the innate immortality essence etched to belong.
The winsome whisper of the extant wind
rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity.
In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind
deranged clamor subsides in ebbed silent entity.
Beneath the convolute layers of self-deception,
thousand suns shine perennially in blissful bay.
In the seraphic sky within of supreme perception,
ageless consciousness dances with nirvana rays.
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
(Line of enquiry)
We look for that that does not come and go,
It cannot be organic form, subject to decay.
Thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know,
Yet come what may, our inner child continues to play.
In the quiet of our minds, where secrets softly whisper,
Echoes of our truest selves, hidden deep within.
Like a constant, gentle river, pure and clearer,
Reflecting the essence that lies beneath our skin.
Amidst the chaos of the world, ever-changing, ever-new,
Our core remains steadfast, a beacon in the night.
An unchanging truth, authentic and true,
Guiding us forth, through darkness to light.
In the mirror of the soul, beyond the physical sight,
Lies the unaltered spirit, untouched by time's flight.
Here in this sanctuary, where our fears take flight,
We discover who we are, in the stillness of the night.
Who are we at our core, if not an eternal flame?
Burning bright with hope, love, and dreams untamed.
In this journey of self, no two paths are the same,
Yet in every heart, the core's light remains unclaimed.
"To begin with a healthy brain, before decay to mar this refrain”
*The Poet*
A simple man, with simple dreams,
Uncomplicated for what it seems.
Basic right back to the core.
Truth and wholesome and nothing more.
Making me, God levelled the score.
Simple living is all I am good for.
A serve of bravado, a healthy brain,
A sense of fairness to use now and again,
An eye for beauty for a wonderous scene,
A heart to lament what might have been.
A voice to cry out for those in pain.
Strong hands to toil to ease their strain.
A simple man with simple needs.
A simple life full of simple deeds.
I don’t reach for fame to compete.
Careful I don’t trample flowers at my feet.
To search right back to the core,
Sorry to say, you won’t find much more.
Perhaps
The remnant
of the one celled amoeba
Still transcending the primordial ooze
Sucking sustenance from the
Oozing awakening
Of life
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