sole am i
meat locker are we
apeiron births god
pith distills self
self distills pith
god births apeiron
we are locker meat
i am sole
already dead am i
nihil gestates genesis
corpse digests worm
bone ensouls flesh
flesh ensouls bone
worm digests corpse
genesis gestates nihil
i am dead already
damned am i
yesterday flays tomorrow
flesh exuvial are we
pitiless is time
time is pitiless
we are exuvial flesh
tomorrow flays yesterday
i am damned
alone am i
nothing begets thought
clay invents god
dust unbegotten are we
we are unbegotten dust
god invents clay
thought begets nothing
i am alone
nihil kills nihil
Nihil Kills
Hidden deep within the verses
Of what is and what was
Things are not what they appear to be
The forest is alive and things are hidden deep
Life grows and life moves
It breathes
Always just out of reach it seems
You see it, you dream it, but it feels out of your reach
The words elude me
Playing hide and seek
My poem feels like an earthworm
I dream it
But upon surfacing from my dream
It’s gone
I saw the words upon the page of my dream
Then as I wake they fade
Back into the dark, rich soil.
Let them burrow.
Let them feed the roots of what comes next.
For the forest does not truly lose what falls;
It only digests, re-shapes, and waits.
I will close my eyes again tonight,
Trust the blind crawling of the verse,
And wait for the loam to speak.
One, two, three, angled
Toes, fingers, teeth, mangled
"We WiLl bE fReE tO FiNaLlY sEe!"
The stomach's foot wriggles with glee
Amalgamation is the only way
Our Smith knows and begins to pray
No warning mouthed before the clasp
Gluttonous gloop scoops the foot in a grasp
Triple digits move swiftly and quick
The Stars lucky they are not here to see sick
Lashings, fingerings, scars and rot
Devoured by a trap the other sought
"HoW cOuLd YoU? wE WeRe pRoMiSed fuel...?"
The question dwindles, quiet and cruel
As our Smith digests, then takes a rest
And soon hears, newly, a crackling crest
Further over into the dark
We who have eyes see it stark
A fierce Furnace, the Fire's Cot
Where many Names are burned and forgot.
A memory you can’t forget
A place that never felt like home
Is a conversation you never had
I want to write poetry that says something real.
Something that listens while it speaks.
Something deep that digests before it eats.
Something to move you without feet.
The ache of morning after a windless night
Is like a person you still hear in your head
A spoken word that was never said in a book that was never read
A tree split from the weight of waiting
The way silence pools under bare branches
A path made by things that don’t wear shoes
Branches arguing with light at the end of the day
When someone said the sky ends, and you believed it
You were told to dream big so you can achieve it at the same-time
The fake real world told you to be realistic.
The first lie that made your heart race after it was told to your face
The moment you realized grown-ups didn’t always know.
The night the power went out and didn’t come back the same
For the young dreamer who dreamed big
and let their imagination run wild
has come back down to earth
and conformed to a mainstream world.
On a pretty funny note
Pup eats paper like a goat
Digests it pretty easily too
Will he have such good luck with daddy’s shoe?
Is there anyone there? I read the eyes that stare
Mouths appear numb..must have been struck till dumb?
While media streams, out from foul drains (who cares?)
Who cares? It seems no-one but fools? Who concern with
The mechanic's of rules..There are rapists most righteous.'
Being quoted in readers digests and a religion traced from
Dante's inferno; indeed (not cool,) when will we awaken
Out of slumber? How our forebears would wonder.?
At such slackness and much lauding; of the current
Leadership of incumbent; macro-fools.!
The forest digests
rot and decay,
where mushrooms
gladly grow
their ebb and flow, a water show
the sprinkler’s rhythms hypnotize
a blade of grass digests a drop
young flowers vibrate, start to grow
around me sparkle prisms bright
pure colors changing in the light
I wish this day would never die
and life’s illusions veil their lie
~ iambic tetrameter ~
2nd chakra is centered around feeling, emotion, pleasure, sensuality, intimacy, and connection.
The energy of this chakra allows you to let go and move into a new transformation
Linked to kidneys & water elements this chakra metabolizes energy nutrients in Luminous Energy and processes Earth energy through Chakra 1. It digests emotional energies of the nervous system.
Vam
The sound VAM, raises vibrations and aligns this chakra
The color for the second chakra is orange, and the gemstone for this chakrais amber
Imagine a bright healing orange glow filling up your entire lower abdomen,
then bathe in the peaceful serene feeling that co-exists in you
August 25, 2021
This love is chaotic
My anxiety to feel your skin texture
Leads me to severe headache and fever,
My breath cutoff,
And eyes turn red
When ever I'm vulnerable to your presence,
Your love is a sweet virus,
Virus that pierces my esophagus
And sets sputum in my lungs,
A sweet virus that digests in my aorta
And spreads through my vessels
With no doubt,
I'm optimistic that your love is a virus
Made by God to enslave my soul,
I cough, sneeze and tremble
When I perceive your face
Like Covid-19 patient,
I rather wear eyes mask if there's any,
Because nose mask can not save me,
A single jab from you entangle
My emotions,
The endless feelings flicker in my head,
Your love is a sweet pain I can't forgo.
___________________
© Artistic Poet??
Lonely Soul
Ice Cream Companions An Acrostic by James E Lee Sr.
Indefatigable brownies ingest eaten with chocolate cake.
Chewy candies treat nuts and cherries.
English toffees mixed in milk and cream boysenberries?
Crude digests absorb ate to fast brain freeze.
Red strawberries absorb flavor.
Edible earths erode moo cow liquids.
Adjacent frozen earths review.
Mixed topping drizzle chocolate, strawberry pineapples.
1/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
He stares into the lighthouse fire
an ant in the hole
Against his throat rests the wire
a life that his beloved stole
When suddenly the sparks' igniter
is pieces of a whole
Far from his ancestral shire
he digests the mole
Betrayal for something shining brighter
he takes time to patch his soul
She stole from him his final lyre
but he will regain control
After all that's transgressed, there's nothing left
No longer will he be drowned in the reft
Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote
That readers read and clearly emote
Their feelings out and try to devote
Their money and time for this rowboat.
The mind that reads it will surely vote
Their success that is sure to roam afloat.
Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote
This is a boon that always does quote
Famous personalities known or remote;
Ideas or thinking or reports wrote
Jokes, humour or news or misquote
All are fitted in just a little groat.
Unlike Narada, RD does connote:
Little price, high yields in a mote.
The only book with a lot of footnote,
This will save us from being a dote.
Lastly, it is like Gita a good keynote.
There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.
Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.
Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.
Bunks line against a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.
As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.
Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.
And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.
*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
You say in the name of Allah, before you slaughter a calf, picture agony split -n- half, while the air inhales my pain, but somehow I still laugh, turtles see a different sight than a giraffe, picture an alligator biting a hippo in his ass, -n- the moon stinks 4 it hasn’t had a bath, while my stomach digests the meat of a king crab, pouring honey all over my wife’s thighs -n- abs, jealousy comes when one man haves, what the next man had, power vs. cash is like a broken arm -n- a cast, I thought she was beautiful, then she took off her mask, my emotions changed fast, this is poetry mixed with jazz, with a pinch of soul -n- a hint of class, do I love her like a commode loves ass, I bask in her panache, after life comes a toe tag, the air inhales my pain, but somehow I still laugh, picture agony split -n- half, do I love her, why ask.
Life it seems
Like forever, but
It goes by so fast
Of course I love
Her, you asked so I
Answered with
A laugh, life, enjoy
Her while she last
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