Eyes are the windows of the soul
But what if you don’t do windows
What if you keep eyes closed
As if reality is too much to devote
Or you may hide behind shades
Dark and obscure hiding away
Or you may bravely parade
Bloodshot eyes from detoxing days
Are you bold do you silver stare
Deep inside and see what’s there
Do you cry from happy prayer
Or is it just from black despair
Eye see you do you see me
I wear my truth upon my sleeve
I see you mocking mahogany
Looking for a grace for saving
self disgust
and disappointment
for the slip-up
but I need to know
what cheapens intimacy
devaluing myself
devalues anyone
with whom I
would share something
valuable
it's why
I'm detoxing from
all these dopamine pumps
and anesthestics
(gambling and alcohol)
how could online "intimacy"
not be included in
the mix that
keeps me from
feeling
all must go
until this backlog
can be managed
Born into light
Eons ago, the foundation was fractured
everything built upon it
was destined to angle down
I tried to build upon it anyhow
go big or go home my mantra
I fabricated blueprints for a mansion
I was granite poor but pastel rich
so, I built it with conglomerate.
Midlife-earning stripes
I ran short of ingredients
the rain and grit slipping in...relentless
the half mansion wobbles in the wind
The blueprint is tattered and weeps...
the hourglass stained with cheap mascara.
old age
I live in a tent of skins and fatigue
chilled but buffered against the icy wind
Constantly detoxing from negative action and thought.
The bad people are receding into the black trough
slowly the good ones are seeping in.
Rebuilding the foundation with stout stones
praying- to be topped with gems.
Death...
Existing in a world
Full of lies and deceit,
I'm broken like a record
That constantly repeats.
Day after day
It's the same routine,
I'm surrounding by nothing
But junkies and dope fiends.
Day and night
Running the streets,
Ducking and dodging
Avoiding police.
Trap house to crack house
Making our rounds,
Too worried we'll miss something
So we never lay down.
We steal and we lie
We keep getting high,
Got caught up slipping
Just trying to survive.
Headed back to county
Broke, no money for commissary
Tripped out while detoxing
So they moved me to solitary.
23 hours
7 day a week,
Unconditioned hair
Shower shoes on my feet.
I'm getting to know
This monster I've become,
Trying to figure out
What went wrong
Bridge after Bridge
So carelessly burned,
A million mistakes
And no lessons learned.
Stuck here in silence
Locked in this cage,
I stare at my calender
And mark down the days.
I long for the day
That I'll be set free,
I'm tired of the struggle
And ready for peace.
My passion is the endurance flexibility;
Suddenly, I heard some relaxing;
My mind paused, my heart stopped;
And mine eyes have all the exhausting;
Juz what comes o’ver me;
Anatomy
I bruise, I cut I bleed;
All manner of illnesses breed;
I walk I run I fall;
With frame work of bone, flesh, water and spirit;
Through which came detoxing, detoxing, detoxing;
Of the battery's that is taxing;
Death shall bring rest;
God molded me out of dirt/clay;
Sit me up right on my way;
With frame work of bone, flesh, water and spirit;
I am the Anatomy of God spiritual first made in His image;
4/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2021
I wish life came with a manual script to assist us not to bleed while defining our emotions
I wish somehow when the word love is uttered, there is room left to ready one to bid farewell to welcome the departure of a loved one along with their feelings
I wish people never became victims of opening themselves up
I wish opening yourself up never meant opening wounds for collecting scars of love
Sometimes great things last for a moment and that is ok
I wish setting back time was possible for shutting feelings while detoxing away the poison filled in the world
Somehow words mean nothing when so much of hurtful ones can be uttered
I wish there was a way to ready our hearts for failure and live our lives to the fullest knowing that even if we bleed, our numbness can never portray death
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Some of us survived,
'Lucky' to be alive,
Some men are spam,
Too much negative ham,
Energy vampires a'boxing,
Women do need detoxing,
Bullies get the most damage,
Not even a trite adage,
Some women have different worlds,
Rebuild your dreams, you girls,
Break that cycle, backlash,
Delete some people to trash,
Tell us what we don't know for once,
Real heroes hit women with a punch,
We're collecting clichés in this ode,
Mantra of positive aspects, life's road,
Don't know what 'lucky' means,
Spam men set out to demean,
Some of us are alive,
From different worlds, but survived.
I wrote in honor of my friend and
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"
STEAMED CLEANED by JTCurtis
Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key
Soon, there sat all three boys
Then up popped a sudden wee noise
Mike said "Dat'd me phone"
"Yea, bot I know dat ringtone"
Finn said while knocked off his poise
Then came a very loud sound
with such force, it knocked McGee down
Finn said "You old sods,
Dats just me I Pod"
Said Mike " Yea, I've heard dem around"
Then suddenly there came a loud boom
"It's your tablet McGee we assume"
"You boys now relax
It's just me old fax"
And that's when the boys cleared the room
Tears burn and stream down my face
brushing them back, weeping in prayer
God please someone to love me for the rest of my life
That angelic voice beholding a name
Echoes in my memory
yet which one
Surely not him for true love never hurts
a vivid vision some years later
detoxing from a psyc drug that nearly took my life
I saw my hand in a vision
Concentrating on my hand which had power
Mental struggle as I watched the vision unfold and drastically exhausting my psyc
I then saw a scene of woodland
It in itself picturesque
Yet something somehow beyond as I concentrated the trees in this scenic view gained vivid hues and the leaves swayed
some day I will find my home on Earth
and who could hold it against the next man for bearing the name John
Jumping from a plane, falling with the rain
Landed on a train but never felt the same...
I couldn't touch the ground even when I tried...
I went into shock and almost died...
I always felt alone, so I always got stone...
From the cradle to the grave, to the king on his throne...
I'm reaching out for help...
Only one hand I held...
She's special, she's real...
She's every drug I feel...
I'm detoxing for her I guess you can say love...
Cause in reality, she is.. my only drug.
no soap, no ethyl for my skin.
no hangovers left to form my
bottled innocense
may god keep my inner saint
whole so that i may no longer
need to scrub and scour my skin.
may the lord keep me from chaptering
my signatures of sorrow at noonday.
now that all my ethyl gods have evaporated.
i judge all clutter with a sterile sobriety
i take their hollow sinews to the recycling bin.
tossing them in a pile they clank and clutter
loudly.
Did yer mammy ever say"dont call him or her, that?
whenever ye,v called someone, "dim!"or"a prat!?
Well i called my theiving brother a monkey!an got skelpt!
and told that he was to be considered as a whelp!(a puppy dog)
So now he is out on parole from the local dogs home.
He,s just been detoxing like a fool foaming on the phone.
Help me mammy!was all he cried and barked and pled.
she should have skelpt the monkey then fed him water and bread!
Addictive
Wait,
Stop,
Think!
Can you imagine a world
with out me?
Compare it to swimming
without a breath.
To life without the heart,
to love not shared,
to glamour without the flare.
It's hard I know,
because a one chance meeting
will have you needing my soul.
I'm addictive.
I'm more phenomenal than Mya's woman.
I'm addictive,
I'm the part that makes you whole.
I can be your spring,
or your winter.
I can be the spark
or end to your flame.
Can you Imagine a world
without me?
I am your cure to detoxing,
I am the drug that got you there.
Addictive. Addictive. Why am I?
When you read these lines I'm not
talking about my sex
although I've heard it's the best.
It's my soul,
my mind.
It's the secrets I share.
My soothing voice filled
with care.
It's me whole,
nothing changed,
no one to compare.
So when I ask a question like
Can you Imagine a world without me.
Don't wait,
Don't stop
Don't think.
Because that will get you
lost in mesmerizing thoughts
of me.