she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
disrespected demons demanded
Des Moines delegates demolish D, a demi-god.
disgusted demoralized downy ducks
demoted demons, discussed by Danny Dod.
Des Moines demonstrators decreed demons delightful
while downing demi-tasse.
D, a demi-god, demoted demure ducks
during democratic demonstration, of Doss.
Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted
SPOKEN
Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized
BROKEN
Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
SPOKEN
Shared passed announced Be it so,
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken
BROKEN
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot
5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Some bits and pieces. Stoleness doesn't empower one to
gain material goods, financial and emotional leverages some
are disloyal—possession over someone Stoleness.
Abducted along with one's self-confidence and innermost thoughts
and deepest sentiments will be revealed for safekeeping.
Demoralized and staleness broken trust in addition to anything
so on and on, and so forth Stoleness has causes and effects,
lessons learned? intuitive conception, and conclusion that Stoleness
is forbidden.
Everyday I die a little more inside,
But my heart is on my sleeve,
So tears that pour from it drip,
Until I’m gasping for air, I’m drowning
As life moves forward
Im left searching through memories
Self analyzing, criticizing, profiling
Demoralized by how I got here.
Who was I? Who did I let ruin my life?
Anxiety and depression I had never met
Yet somehow they became all I knew.
I’ve awaken but to what reality?
Nightmares have became real
Happiness is all but a dream.
When I shut my eyes all I see is you.
But when they open the emptiness of the world around me closes in, I can’t breathe.
in the public square
you are not to be questioned
just admired
for your dark demonstrations
of being
the hanging black spider waves its life at you
perhaps the arachnid lover is demoralized
by your hidden beauty
hard to tell
you cringe under its radiant otherness
in the public museum
take the tour backwards
let the man with the megaphone mouth
spin his webs not from the center out
but outer to inner
inwardness opens windows in closed walls
be kind to the blank eyed watchers
here is a beautiful oil on canvas
there is a spider in the corner
that no one notices
for it has no frame
its eight legs tremble
The man in the bus-driver cap
extols her still not living attractions
the ugliness of the moment
is memorized by the whole gallery
only the Picasso remains free
of the taint of paint
A fat woman sighs into my face
threads exude
multiple silky spinnerets
droop from sticky glands
I want out
the way I came in
but am now too endangered
to weave my way out of this
carry out picture palace
Sometimes we observe a great sense
of negativity arise,
feel pressure in mind, so intense;
Try to believe life with no love;
baffled, demoralized kind of
pulling down our proven mindset
feel stunned, visualize false threat.
But, surrender needs no defense
to HIM, despair vanishes; wise
thoughts appear, life's trueness commence.
Practise silence taking sort of
break from social networks thereof
to feel quietness, peace; forget
for few days using internet.
Thrall
The cup has arrived, take my blood.
Fill it up with the good stuff.
Drink the wine, while I unwind these chains.
I have been trapped too long in this self-made cage.
Tear at the bones with perfect teeth.
Ground to a point; been grinding for weeks,
To get the right blade to cut my food with.
This hole I exist in just leaves me livid.
I want to scream in the middle of day-dreams,
But people will see me and never know,
That the empire is crumbling; all around me is dust.
I have given up on this castle of rust.
The armour no longer protects my soul.
The happiness is gone and I am feeling old
And demoralized, the eternal night,
Beckons me to join it, but I am made of pure light.
The claws had dragged me under their spell,
But now the spell is broken, so let me leave this Hell
And find my own way, a better way;
All else only fades away.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
You know how some people can do and say mean stuff and their faces stay okay?
How they can say something horrible to another person and not turn pink or red or something?
Have they no moral fiber? No sense of decency? No regret? No embarrassment? How can they hurt people without realizing it? How can their face stay okay after they have completely demoralized someone or put them down or taken away a piece of their soul?
How can they do this without hurting their own heart? How can they leave people devastated?
Were they born this way or did life do this to them? I stare after these anomalies in disbelief not understanding.
How do they not know the effect their mean ways has on others?
Where are their feelings? Where is their empathy? Where is their compassion?
What has happened in their life to make them this way?
How can we help?
Cold and dark where once was warm,
Feelings of black ooze a straight,
Line of grime down to her floor,
In her hall of demoralized waste,
And her light keeps flickering throughout the whole day,
Flickers on and off in her head,
Keeps her awake in the dark of the night,
Awake though she’d rather be dead,
Dead in her heart, dead to her thoughts,
She’d rather be dead to the pain,
She’d wished those moments of anguish and hurt,
Had died and drained from her brain,
Instead she stepped to a life in the dark,
She’d given up all of her fight,
She’d given all she was to the dark in her mind,
To the bleak black flickering light.
Thinking back when I was young
I still recall your bitter tongue
you guys weren’t fooling anyone
behind those plastic smiles.
She felt the daggers in her back
and as she passed I heard you laugh
I’m sure she felt the aftermath
of your relentless wiles.
Your loyal cronies all stood by
and watched as you demoralized
and tortured her with callous lies
she choked and ran away.
I saw her crying in the queue
and I just didn’t know what to do
I felt as much to blame as you
because I’d looked away.
A football game, perhaps a dance
I’d meet her if by happenstance
and hoping for a second chance
to fix things, I would try.
Years have passed I think of her
I wonder how her life endured
all the pain from you and yours
…and now it’s me who cries.
(Almost a Shakespearean sonnet :) )
The Second Law of Thermodynamics
Explained in terms of probability
And at a time with scientists frantic,
Statistically reprocessed entropy
H-Theorem, Boltzmann T-Equations born
Statistical Mechanics founded, too.
Connections with across divisions formed
A new branch of physics because of you.
And yet they criticized you for your works-
Demoralized to the point of suicide
You gave a whole section of science birth;
You’re more than favorable in our eyes…
Today you help design our vehicles!
Your contributions are unbelievable!
Anesthetized constitution,
Demoralized contribution;
Righteous inconsistency-
Wrong-doers frequency.
Subliminal conflab,
Criminal back stab;
Caseless quarrels-
Faceless morals.
Psychedelic legislation,
Humanity disintegration;
Tormented composure-
Indecent exposure.
Respect annihilation,
Sacramented violation;
Varnished illusion-
Tarnished delusion.
Armed paraphernalia,
Strung up genitalia;
Mouthed truths, clamped-
Sealed lies, stamped.
Commune travesty,
Immune amnesty;
Synthetic jurisdiction-
Pathetic contradiction.
Vengeful retribution,
Carnaged institution;
Marred government, lineated-
A nation, desecrated
© 31st October 2013
The morality of it all
This is where our Nation begins to fall
The fabric begins to rip
In the tightening of their grip
Everything is right
And nothing is wrong
As we all lose sight
And suddenly we’re not so strong
We’re quick to condemn
But then we follow them
Everyone in a basket
With no one willing to admit
Look around
It’s so close to you
And they’re gaining ground
Infecting all like the flu
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