Where in night, down in day
Clutching one's clay clogged face
Dilly-dallying ditzy dances
Dull, dampened waltz swimming with a drunken sway
Methodical movement of the ditz's drunken daze
Dazed dolphins dance down gutteral gin and toneless tonic omissions
Wringing ring wrung fingers, for the ditz's sherry glass gaze
Caught crooning whispers within the careless candid spotlight
Spickle spittle dawned the dolphin's dance, dominance'n drivel
Deigned to sway within a drug infused haze.
Spluttering with the need of stitches, as burly bone ingrowths
Dappered the damper desolate surface
To drag the ditz's measly hip dips, from the four-lipped, two-tipped,
Derailing and de-tailing,
dolphin intrusion.
7//10//2025
No one but me knows what desolation means.
It’s that pinprick.
Becomes a square.
People assume things.
Squiggly lines.
Waves and t-shirts that I don’t wear anymore.
No one eats in the kitchen on the floor.
When there are chairs and a table.
There’s such a thing as desolation.
Believe me.
Like napkins cleaning up messes that are too big.
Crumpled and dreary juice in a puddle.
So am I.
No one but me knows what desolation means.
It does go away sometimes.
Comes back later that week.
Always on a relaxing Sunday at 6:00 pm.
There are a lot of mathematical equations out there.
No one bothers with them.
Desolation.
I’m the last one left.
Who knows.
Who knows?
My days seem lost forever
And my nights last for eternity
I’m abandoned in this world
Where darkness has overcome me
I’m living life in the shadows
Where sunlight is forbidden to shine
I’m here with the devil who doesn’t sleep
All the while wrecking this life of mine
By most I know I’ve been forgotten
In this life that’s been consumed by loneliness
Gone is all of my hopes and dreams
They’ve been replaced by despair and loneliness
For me there’s no more blue skies
That my eyes will ever again see
Only dreary skies full of gray
Is all that’s being displayed for me
I’m no longer able to again enjoy
The beauty of flowers as they bloom
They are simply a fragrant of once was
Before my world was filled with gloom
In the Valley of Desolation all seemed lost.
Denying self and following Christ has great cost.
He had a plan before He created the world;
His plan complete before the universe unfurled.
His ageless will was He would become fully man
And save His chosen ones through His eternal plan.
Ever, ever will He save those trusting in him.
Never, never will they lose their dear lives again.
To You O Lord I lift up my sagging soul,
Knowing You will save me not in part but in whole.
In this light things do not seem so hopelessly dark.
In this Valley of Desolation He’s my Ark.
All the broken dreams occupy
the space between the slices of soul,
where the frail feelings are frozen,
configuring the design of desolation
with the splinters of shapeless desire,
flying away to nothingness in a silent way.
All is burning, cinders and ash
flakes float in black rain,
falling on a ground
of clinkers and flinders.
The hand of ruin traces sigils
of chaos and strife
on broken city walls,
within which rats awaken
They are the true rulers of destruction,
living cloaked with shadows,
in any crevice or crack,
hunting bones and burnt flesh.
Their rivals, jet-black birds,
massing on heights above
in their murders
and raucous unkindness'.
After Ragnarök, the still silence
is broken by the raspy flutter
of a million wings,
echoed chittering of uncountable hordes.
What life is left
does not weep.
This is your home address, you said
Seems like so many years ago
Now it’s a memory asset
We don’t live there anymore
The lawn has grown a bit too high
No one shall come to sweep the leaves
From the doorstep, and the sky
Hangs down low over the hills
Your flower beds are in decay
No one will care for the tree
The changes came, you went away
Too soon, left no address for me
Writing writing on the wall
I see the future
Soon to call
What's to come
Will surely pass
I'm not afraid
For it won't last
The sun will rise
And it will set
What's Meant to be
Hasn't happened,
Yet!
But it will
I have no doubt
While I'm here
Or after I'm out
So many possibilities
For me to think about
Will it come
In rain of fire
Freezing cold
An artic Myer
Dropped like bombs
In World War 3
It is coming
When will that be?
Somethings brewing
Before my eyes
I hear the warnings,
Know the lies
They try to confuse
The truth in a disguise
My heart can feel
The dark black cloud
Above my head
It's thunders loud
I'm awake
Unlike the dreaming
That we are safe
While the world
Is scheming
There will be
Nowhere to run
Deaths at my door
I'll fight
Til it's done
But this war
Cannot be won
They have the power
And we are out gunned
Sheeple people
Line up to fall
The plan from the beginning
Is to kill us all
Abandon...
The wind whispers through hollow streets,
a voice of sorrow, a breath of loss,
ghosts of footsteps long since crossed.
Abandon...
Walls crumble, forgotten and worn,
echoing laughter that once rang bright,
now devoured by endless night.
Abandon...
Shadows stretch with hungry hands,
claiming all that lingers still,
devouring warmth, devouring will.
Abandon...
The silence hums a mournful tune,
soft as dust upon the air,
a requiem for those who are not there.
Abandon...
Cold fingers trace your skin,
a presence felt but never seen,
a whisper lost in what has been.
Storms rage
houses washed away
tear stained faces
mud filled shoes
roads that are no more
one towns loss
a states needed help
hope, help and prayers sent
from surrounding states
Hey girl!
Sleeping with a heavy heart still?
Unquestionably, I understant!
I understand the anxiety,
the pain, the depression
of things not going your way.
Unquestionably, I understand!
I understand the weight,
the suffocation, the desolation.
But hold up still,
Wipe off tears still,
And Hit the road,
For, the journey ain't over yet!!!
I want to be left alone
alone and away from my thoughts
not the people around me
they don't bother me, I do
my mind bothers me
every minute incarnates a new thought
every thought leads to new problems
with new solutions waiting to be found
they will be found, but when?
time is relative but how does it relate to me
when nothing is willing to go at my pace
unless—
unless I coerce the cadence of my thoughts
I reckon this may work
Lovely rose that faded for a long time
Engulfed the feeling of desolation,
But only at the shine of precious dime
That you hear the sound of its affection.
For, when the day is about to retire,
The somber feeling comes back like echo;
The night takes away your only fire
And muffles the sound of your loud ego.
Is it really through the shine of gold
That you hear the caring voice of its love,
That when gold melts away its voice comes cold
Like a blow of cold wind from up above?
Will such rose still love you when you got none?
But, so deep inside you she's only one
September 8, 2023
Desolation and destructions
Wars and rumors of wars
Trial and error, midst the terror
What are we fighting for?
Why? Must we ignore?
The writings on the walls
Whose gonna drop the bombs
Not I, for I wanna just live
Live again to die never
Destructions desolation;
Rhythms without a dance;
Drums beats in the dark;
Trees no longer grows in the parks;
Why? Because they burned them down;
The writings on the walls;
Filled with propaganda;
Where’s the phone booth;
I lost my wisdom tooth
Desolation and destructions
Written off be my tax deduction
8/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Worse than being homeless,
Living where it's a home "less."
The panic attacks and numbness,
It started where she wanted love to be.
The whole world crushes, and nowhere to go,
The place she thought would bring her peace.
Now it becomes hell, more like a prison.
Leave, run, and disappear,
Faster, but not so slow.
In hopes of being called and loved,
You're foolish to trust when you know what comes.
If it's not love, there's no need to stay,
It'll consume your soul away.
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