inside of twenty takes
dirty filled frames
no resolution
to me the family
that a ugly
call me
cat purrs on approach
welcome spat
too literal
gotta reclamation
eye's cried so much relief
brushes is dusty clean
practice strokes at the gentleman's table
romanticism, adjatate, harpsichords
classified and credentialed
white ink's a tank thinking
'I remember", "he"
distract the trap, autumns born
waves of green mustard gas
country come plains, it's not your first mistake
chains on protest for poverty effort
2am production prints
beggars, dodgers, i aint your draft calling
pre screened and bread
my land by sea
indoors, know hoe
get to work, beach gone
pushing, yeah who's double checked
out of decks, on paper
iliterations an postulates
hot boxes of brake dust
crescent shaped credit creased
basic design, irish blazee, defend
de speak
Time is not justly counted by increments...
like a pie all crust can have space without filling
it disappoints –
too much wasted by reluctant planning –
few visions of living ever leaving the station of
Excursion – like a dynasty of tempting brochures culminating in
tenure, that far more brave and less credentialed travel faithfully
outright...
Triumph's Reckless Youth vs Pompous Charted Night
such licensed surveyors expose dark by tiny bits called
stars, seeing only seconds, oblivious to stuffed longer
gigantic days' leaps packed into uncharted universes
time shallowly used is soul
and spirit only outside basted,
exterior roast__toast
while the bloody inside
left yearning release,
for its surface~ burning!
when time is too contemplated,
measured, set in plates of orderly
rations – seasoned but only tasted
(a belly denied lumps of glutenous
impulsive passions)
it is a written novel
with no real claims
to glory....
Time then...is only Time
dimly expressing God's timeless
true story
My soul the reputation so grew
It acclaimed I was engaged and
Credentialed reputation my dreams knew
The lonely the honoring my mind
So I felt obligated the distinction
I felt compelled I have dreams
Dreams of the ideas and divisions
Never value the moment my soul screams
~
Grew standing I have dreams for the lights
Suddenly I Saw The illuminating
But in the fact that it was dripping
That the candescent candle quickening sight
Burning the light shines bright the darkness
Moves is running I crave and wait for white light
Deep into the darkness ready I remember this
How it was illuminating that utopia vision bright
FLASH POINT
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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