LOCUS
In that space
I knew, silence
I knew, ugliness
She pulled on her bow
The silhouette of muscle
Under flesh
The sound
Of a million breaths
All, a singularity
A locus, our universe blooms
A medium
For understanding
The true measure of beauty
Who, has seen what I see
Who, has heard what I hear
So much courage is willed to the senses
Such is our obsession to witness
I have known true beauty in the simplest of things
Yet, been wounded by it's presence, but once
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Jacqueline du Pré - cellist
(26 January 1945 – 19 October 1987)
lo·cus
'lok?s
noun
1.
TECHNICAL
a particular position, point, or place.
2.
MATHEMATICS
a curve or other figure formed by all the points satisfying a particular equation of the relation between coordinates, or by a point, line, or surface moving according to mathematically defined conditions
You hate my country but I can’t hate you
they’ll call me racist cus that’s what they do
you fly your flag what a horrible sight
and when you protest probably fight
I post a status caged in overnight
us Brits are welcoming far too polite
as you’re an illegal you have your rights
5 star hotels and a taxi if you’d like
but who are you kidding
you think England’s done
are you Napoleon conquering all
antisemitic starting world wars
cause they wrote us off once
Britannia roared
send an Armada you’ll sink to the floor
fly your Luftwaffe until you’re no more
cause they say we’ve fallen
they’ve said it before!
We haven’t started
are you feeling sure?
DNA of a Viking, a Roman, a Celt,
Britannia’s stirring…… The Finest yet dealt!
Popeye
The Sailor Man comic strip Popeye
Superstrength from a can, Aye! Aye!
Mumbling’s —I’m strong to the finish
Toots his hornpipe— ‘cus I eats my Spinach!
who am i?
where am i?
life doesn’t feel real
it feels like im spinning in a.. hamster wheel (repetition)
going thru days with no emotion
in my mind, oh there’s so much commotion
where am i supposed to be?
oh i just wanna be free
it feels like im driving on a endless road
not knowing where to go.
should i fly to Dubai?
Or should i just get by? (vacation)
they say those were the best years of our lives
i was so oblivious to that smack
try to enjoy it now
Cus once its all over, theres no going back. (highschool)
Vogon is zgone signs nhow wonder as they wander ye
The ships have imploded, muted mouths misspoken be
Capturedra are the humanity they look like cus
Just like us, splicky lick
Just like us
Just like cus
Entrustedstream being rebirtheded
Cloned and disrob Brrr tikzzzzz burrrruunnn
Stazzz zaaaa baa
Slitarzzzzzre
ed nakeded
V
Vavaaa stusorrrrr ti themmmm brrr
Vavaaa stusorrrrr ti themmmm brrr
Brrr tikzzzzz burrrruunnn
Stazzz zaaaa baa
Slitarzzzzzre
V
Vavaaa stusorrrrr
Vavaaa stusorrrrr ti themmmm brrr
Brrr tikzzzzz burrrruunnn
Juzz lik uz inseminated
Brrr tikzzzzz burrrruunnn
Stazzz zaaaa baa
Slitarzzzzzre
Vogonnnnnnnn
Sunnsabloom siar to to the plantnip
Cubbledum brawny snar bliss
V vogonizedzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Placed N under spaced!
9/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I woke up this morning and promised to be good,
So I took a walk around my neighborhood,
I happen to meet a white whisky with a great chude,
But how we got into an argument cannot be understood.
I can remember sipping him from a distance..
yes, an old friend I would always need assistance..
We were both happy reminiscing our alliance..
Until he hits me on the floor when I had no balance..
I kept pleading in an uncommon language to my ally...
But he kept drawing me over bumps and made me see the world as a doodle..
Though I felt so good for the first time, cus I've never seen a black muddy rain dropped from the sky...
little did I know my legs where up to the heavens and my head pinned to a poodle..
I heard voices and laughter that I began to giggle as well...
with no knowledge of what will make voices laugh so loud as a bell..
But I know whisky is my man...
and with him I'll always be a dirty man..
Farewell, Adios, Arrivederci.
Please whatever you do. "TAKE THE WORDS PERSONALLY". . I don't want you, Nor do I need you.. Your someone from my past who had his chance.. Now all you can do is kiss my ass.. Just kiss it but don't you touch.. Smile and wave goodbye cus your outta luck..
Traumatized by his demise. And the he put me thru, damn it's really true.
I am no longer me I'm someone I choose not to be.
I'd rather be in hell than under HIS spell.
In some sort of way he kinda won. But it ain't over.. the fat lady hasn't song.
At least not his song and dance.CUS IM STILL HERE, I STILL STAND.
I'm somewhere he didn't want me to be. He wanted me buried 6ft deep.
And I thank by the grace of God I'm still alive. That's because he told me it wasn't my time.
It's not my job to determine his path. It's my job to wave goodbye to someone in my past.
My friend told me "the earth is flat."
Announcing it with pride.
Avoiding him is easy
cus the planet's really wide.
You don’t need to rhyme
On every bloody line
You can miss one out
it still works bloody fine
Individual rhythm
is a variant not given
cus individual reads
come from us within
Write it short or long
not sure what’s going on
you don’t have to perfect it
who cares for right and wrong
You don’t have to write a spare verse
like those poets writing rare words
but the family scene on poetrysoup
means don’t be writing swear words
Poetry is a superhero, we can call it Batman
he can’t do super things done by Spider-Man
His achievements come from spending money
write poetry your own way, you ain’t superman
Your face at my success,
said I did not deserve it,
then you would express,
It was only worthless,
all I think is are you thick
cus if you’re not you’re evil
treating me the opposite
to all the other people
You just wanted me to be
the way you wanted me to be
success outside your vision
doesn’t exist and therefore isn’t
So you take my self belief
my confidence in pieces
ambitious drive deceased
why win when it’s defeatist
Quick to punish
discouragement
Treat me rubbish
I’m different
I was always useless
couldn’t do anything
I lie and make excuses
make yourself a victim
You can call it a mother’s nature
all it caused was bloody hatred
Never nurtured just berated
Now our lives have separated
I’ll only have one mother
thank god I don’t have two
All she caused was suffering
and now it’s all she’ll do
Ever had someone hate you cus they liked you and they wanted more than they ever got too, when they obsess and don’t let it go so they put you down to every person they know.
Did they have authority a superiority allowing dishonourable behaviour so often so horribly, they slandered your name bullied you insane and when you complain the rest doubt the same
When you discover who’s really on your side, and you simply suffer whilst they claim you lied, and you end up sacked committing suicide, that’s my experience based on this life, only to be saved when there’s a concern, and they all want to help you out in return, but the damage caused is the lesson you learn, burning bridges ensuring they burn, people are fake forget their mistakes call it your fate become people you hate, then they act confused because you are not you the person they knew the one who they used, have you been let down by everyone you have known now lost and confused all on your own and life is full blown depressed in the zone, and there’s no reason to advance no reason to be, there’s just no chance that you’ll be happy, you don’t even question if it’s just me, you see people as evil as humanitY
Your mind games, are my gains, I sense when you play
your blind games, too mind change, Invent what you say
your mind aims, at my claims, too think the same way,
so I'm kind, as I find, we think just the same
and your game, is my gain, you're happy again
but your games, for your gains, I don't like the same,
think my brain, a blind brain, you take without shame,
I don't say, what I see, wait too see what you take,
and you take, all you take, thinking I don't see your game,
and I'm left, through your theft, without much remains
cus you take, and you take, without a thought in your brain,
do I trust, that you just, want the best for me aye
when I'm blind, it's your kind, cheat if you get away
In my hate, I don't wait, you're dumped, good day
If you are racist, unpleasant and nasty,
you're thought of like Hitler and just like a Nazi,
cus they believed mankind had race hierachy,
even when Jesse Owens crashed the party.
That's how people look at you when you are racist,
half flipping barmy topped with irrational hatred
poor judgement alone defeated those fascists,
segregating themselves until exterminated.
I abandoned friends
they said "it was random"
They were pretend
they said "can't understand him"
I was in trouble
they said "I was lying"
then it all doubled
they stuck denying
I was desperately fighting
they told of attention I cry for
My world slowly dying
they laugh cus I lie more
They lost my respect
it's clear the way I'm thought
My world has been wrecked
They say it's all my fault
I'm clearly depressed
They don't know why
I'm angry and stressed
they said I don't try
then they were abandoned
now
everyone says
"I can't f**king stand em"
I think it's because
they're all a bit random
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