rolling into ramble
my mind is screaming through my skin
release, blood, let me go.
bared teeth forced smile
rigor mortis
but I am breathing.
locked limbs
dead pan.
I am shivering.
pain – I need pain
life has never offered me anything to gain
only loss.
Control. 7 letters. 7, lucky number.
scratch off a lotto ticket,
pretend it wasn’t the same waste of space,
time & money as I have always been
before I toss it to the floorboard.
let me go – I whisper.
bad luck – no
the urges scream.
hurt,
hurt,
hurt.
for that is your worth.
The image of the letters of Déjà Vu
Tells it true.
The eyebrows of the 'e' and 'a'
cast a frown, with the 'j' the snotty nose in between.
Its the face of a frown, not a smile.
For Déjà Vu stirs the heart with wishful view.
With a canvas painted by a hopeful mind,
waiting for 'match-up' to gel and bind
links to the past, on a dead-pan bridge to the future.
Providing supposed certainty, sense and purpose,
rather than what chaos disgorges
as fate and destiny re-written,
by flaps of butterfly wings.
For Déjà Vu
is a tricky, deceptive, perpetual lier,
that begs to lead you astray
with its endless declension to past tense
tainting the present with has-been conspiracy theories,
collated in albums of recollections
dusty, vague and worn-out.....
Life is short, use it
Grow love, bit by bit
We can
In staid stillness sit
Bliss is soul’s summit
Heart scan
When head and heart fit
Lamp of love is lit
Oh man
Fear is the hit man
But if we’re dead pan
Light glows
Joy is our game plan
Conscience the helmsman
Love grows
None more, none less than
We are all one clan
Heart knows
From head to our toes
Rapturous bliss throes
Fills form
Love’s the debt soul owes
Fragrant like a rose
Be warm
Holding all souls close
It’s time we dispose
Lust storm
15-March-2023
By the dead pan look in your beautiful eyes and the disparity of your smile
I should have guessed that the ending of a fantastical journey,
was coming to a close end;
I dreamed of babies, white picket fences, and rippling laughter
kitchen whispers, between bites of toast and honey
so many places I envisioned with you,
yet none of them will not come true now that you decided
you needed someone new.
I should have seen it coming, the stars extinguishing their light
the sun closing shop and slowly fading out of sight
I should have known a a younger me would soon be
holding you;
by the way you packed your bags and walked out the back door
I should have known you weren't the one,
who would lift me off the floor.
January 31 2023
……………….OH! My, my - :)
……...…Here’s One Sunny Smiley-
…….In these times as we need to be
….How can you be grim intense grumpy
.I mean look at any grinning monkey Oops-
In good spirit; I do not mean to be offending
In this era, humans express themselves happy
Cheers! You’re on screen: Spread happiness
It’s your digital responsibility: Thy social footprint
Spread Light n Joy; You just returned from dentist
Buddha smiled; at least once; Jesus was dead pan!
Sorry about Jesus, but Barabbas wears- A big smile
I checked Wiki, there is A portrait- Of Barabbas
Seems as the photo was taken with A selfie stick
Shankara-CharyA; ever placid None saw him grin
Ok Gandhi: Was caught guffawing; How about-
Mozart, Plato, Aristotle,Van Gogh; Stoic looks
Didn’t they smile? Do you notice OurTagore
And that weirdo Einstein: so unfit so unsocial
.These guys had no idea of upcoming future
…Silly. They just did not know how to selfie.
...There is a surprise hidden in this write;
…..In this Concrete Poetry paragraph;
…….If you notice A Sunny Smile;
….…Click the share button
…….and Smile.
As flowers fill with summer rain
Commuters board their rush hour train
Oblivious to all they see
They must get home in time for tea
Reflecting on their busy day
Decisions seldom go their way
The simple things that mean a lot
Just too busy – Now forgot
Magic times remain unseen
Now blinded by their dull routine
Tomorrows dreams stay in the past
Time flies by - the moments passed
It’s easy to be lead astray
But every dog will have his day
The thoughts inside – Just Cant let go
So don’t let on - no-one will know
All heading for another place
They hide behind a dead pan face
Afraid their plans have gone astray
They must survive another day
Don’t bother with a crystal ball
You have the power to recall
We each determine our own fate
So take control – Don’t sit and wait
Why stand in line and wait your turn
Just cut the ropes and watch them burn
Feelings that we all suppress
You never know – Perhaps they’ve guessed
The sands of time will ebb and flow
The tree that grows will always show
The promise of a future dawn
On platform nine you stand and yawn.
I volunteered in a soup kitchen to help the needy;
the homeless and the lonely, the addicts and the seedy.
For me in the kitchen, it was a place to socialize,
while I was helping out with many others doing likewise.
Susie James who is a single girl had trouble finding work.
Susie volunteers her time so, she is not one who will shirk,
helping out and giving smiles when handing out the soup,
and so becoming well respected in amongst our group.
Alas Susie admitted, with some sorrow in her voice,
when it comes to men she is forever making a wrong choice.
Susie explained that men she’s drawn too always have to lie,
for they are either married or have partners that is why.
So when a young man unbeknown has entered to assist,
Susie’s eyes were roving and she just could not resist,
to call this handsome man across to us and he didn’t balk,
and I heard the conversation as the pair of them did talk.
The first thing Susie asked him; “Are you a married man?”
“Not in the eyes of man”, he said, when answering dead pan.
‘So this man’s not married’, Susie smiled. ‘That’s a start at least’.
“Do you work?” And he replied, “Oh yes, I am a priest”.
Orison
We all sinners since we are beginners,
Regardless the forbidden fruit filled the stomachs of our ancestors.
He believes in us, but do we believe in him?
Feeding on negativity thus not anticipating the results to be positive,
Praying for miracles, expecting mythical gods to consumate what we polluted.
I hope redemption through salvation remains on the cards.
Dark, dreadful, dead-pan is the society we breath on.
Freedom through the consensus with a sphnyx, please forgive us we are simply victims of life....
Amen!
lo, damp abandon
yon snowy dead pan owl hoots
on dry sand castles
4/21/20
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2020
I am looking at triangle
From inside a square
Above the earthy atmosphere
Speeding at 1 million miles per hour
And all for what ?
To supersede a satellite
Of unfinished symphony
As i am E=MC2
Yes i am Einstein
I am Brown
I am the Manhattan project
I am the Big Bang Theory
I am Nuclear
I am the greatest killer
Know to man
For i am dead pan
I am the son of Sam
Dead pan
Bread man
6,28,2018
This had me L(ing)MAO for days.
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