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Cities

Title: Cities
Author: John King Ayanfe ©

There is a city; city christened 'Earth'
There is a city beneath the earth
There is a city in the waters of earth
There is a city in the air of the earth

Cities within the walls of a city
Forces, elements and doings beget their kinds
Mysterious in their stance; prolific discharges
Oh, the physical is merely bare before spirituality

Every city suffers chaos, pains and inflation
Earth is calm yet rages with countless troubles
Man is the creator of his own storms
The cities have been portrayed with perpetual worries

Man is borne of flesh and blood
To flesh and blood he lives and dies
Man spends his ephemeral life dining with iniquities
Alas, the body sow for the soul to reap

There are yet cities after 'souls' reaper' comes
One laid with comfort - 'nother carved of furnance
Our cities on earth shall prepare man for either
Thus, the benefits of mortal cities elevates either

The Lost Brothers of Zeitoun

At night
a shot or two 
rings out.
Vartan turns over
and looks at his wife
safely on the side of the bed 
away from the window.
He senses
the difference between
sounds of alcohol fueled rounds,
and those from long ago, booted
hate filled men.

Sunland-Tujunga.
The late night discharges
of aimless despair.

Most early Saturdays, 
he leans on the same white wall, 
black grilled windows, no signs, 
no numbers.
The corner of his street and
Foothill Boulevard.
He and his friend, Marhar, 
smoke in the morning sun.
They are disturbed only by
an occasional car with an emboldened exhaust.

They know from passed down stories
the deep chill of Zeitoun,
the snow,
the shooting,
the running.
The hiding in caves.
The red lines in the snow.
They know in their veins
who they are,
even against this warm,
white, unblemished, smooth wall.

They are all the lost brothers.
Boys.

They shiver.
They weren’t there.
It was too long ago.
They were there.

Instead, one tells a story
of last night’s
Knuckle-Bones game
and what they won
or lost.

It is a better
to laugh,
shake the head.

Not bury one 
on top of the other.

Dead End

You know a cellphone discharges
Electric cars swamp like barges!
You can't make a case
For drivers who face
Assault a battery charges!

Wolf In Sheep Clothing-

Wild exploits of hunting food
Other indications of self-survival
Light moves the wolf on the terrain
Few observations as the vultures fly

Inner thoughts of hunger and survival
Nnumerous observation still as vultures snack their beaks

Solid rushes the wolf ponders running
Hostilely he moves towards his prey
Earliest observations vultures circling praying hurry-up
External evidences seems to favor the wolf looks like a dog
Physiological drives still the birds of prey wild, when you going to kill

Critical reflections birds of prey yet still circling
Latter rushes the dog, barking and sniffing…ruff-ruff-bark
Observed visage views wolf still looks like a German Shepard
Total reception now sounds of barking and sniffing…ruff-ruff-bark
Hardly visible now as the cat, the mountain lion leaps into the air
Innermost thoughts from bow-wow, to roar and a meow…
Nervous discharges wolf-dog no longer barks at…
Gloomy thoughts you see for the Vultures were wolfs in Sheep clothing?


8/6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Sun Halo Lakes

Sun spots blotting out the clouds lazy lakes pass the day
 us four buccaneers smoking through reeds swimming
 Melancholia of past raves disappear heat drenched haze
 footwear absent psychedelic conversations to shift a score

 Musky wisp’s fade into hop laced carbonated green bottles
 as Dragonfly’s complete their long transformed ascent to reveal
 Armed Tension all time low work stress fluctuations evaporated
 calm before storm always this way lost in heady multicolour days

 Violent displays rugged refined to deliver vibrant tribal dancing
 posing no threat languid smiles lost degenerates forgotten youth
 Discordant echoes thrum Volkswagen petroleum discharges
 duck tailed passing sharing is caring for the doe-eyed lost and weary

Life

Lord im tired.. 
Can u hear my cries 
Trying to make it 
Every step im getting aggravated 
Tired of being tired 
Keeping me here 
Living i fear 
Love me for me 
Lets keep it clear
Stoner intelligent 
No mannequin 
Once i pop im damaging 
Close casket 
Powdered up 
Just because you took kristin 
Doesn't mean nicole wasn't present 
Toe tags and body bags i imaged
Although i never reacted 
Flash lights mentally
Never passed 
Shattered mirrors 
And opened wounds 
Self agony 
Sweets they craved and water they needed
Selling soul 
Like i didn't no my worth Being a female was a curse 
My screams was verses
The grunts and the names was my beat
Met a slick friend 
Nobody seen 
Trouble times that's when she creeps
Mamas she turned 
daddies she burned
Kids she trained 
After she mandicates
She discharges
Toe tags, incarceration women violated youth ignorant no hands
Just AKs and ARs
Knowledge i gained  
Found out streets was her name

Characteristically Tropical

Oh mother nature! Why is the sun’s wage overpaid?
Considering its strict principle of full execution
being its major peculiarity, especially when handling a task.
It discharges dominance which makes weather’s thought go blank
to thrill climate in rejecting any form of negotiations.

Exhibiting such zeal and dedication
without an iota of sympathy
gives comfort no certainty of operation
but with the advancement in human intelligence,
freedom has been served from such anger and energy.

Icy Hearth

An ice cold firework
Discharges in my heart
Detonating out shards of ice
To pierce the mind
Pricking my fingers 
As the heat
Drains from me and
Like a welcoming fireplace
Warms the souls of the
Dead hearts I've dug up
From the graves of fireflies
That never saw it
Past summer

Stormy Strand

Blustery sky I have read your blotted scroll
Your balmy reams with angry portents roll
A bleary tempest o'er your tranquil plains doth roil
Blackened tenants perch on your billowy shoal
With shutters as dark as night as black as coal
Shading your gilded beams; with menacing shadows troll
From foaming mouths their brackish discharges dole
Stirring your seething pot; bleaching your blithe soul
O'er burnished strand their angry tides stroll
Spewing drops of misery; their boisterous nature to extoll
In thunderous chorus they sound their deafening drumroll
They sear your azure canvas and scorch every silky atoll
Stoke breezes with haunting whispers droll     
Oh, blustery sky enfilading torrents seep through every porous hole

You Must Go On

You must go on!

Our present is dark and  full of sorrow
And fog is blocking our view of tomorrow
But your fate and mine are intertwined
Thus, you must go on, don't look behind.

With your hand in mine, we will reach the moon
And defeat the storms and the heat of June!
Our sinister ambience we shall allude.
And paint the world with a joyful mood.

The caliber of darkness is hard to defeat
Yet, if you stay with me, we will be complete
Our unison discharges a piercing light;
obscurity shall dissolve and we will be alright!

The dispiriting whispers are like asphyxiating weeds
That smother your courage and uproot its seeds
The tumbling fortress of your soul,
Will be restored if you pursue your goal.

Yesterday, when the ships of the world
betrayed us and overboard we got hurled
Remember, how you and I, boarded our dreams
as  vessels until we reached those translucent streams.


The promising portrait of the coming dawn
Across our horizons will soon be drawn
Just one more step, don't look away
Witness the birth of a new day!

These Damn Farts

When I'm around people, they soon depart.
They don't like it because I constantly fart.
People always get offended because I pass gas.
I farted in front of Daddy and he kicked my ass.
I constantly have to find new friends because these farts are rude.
I eat pinto beans three times a day, maybe I should eat other foods.
I just farted and now I've lost another friend.
I hate these loud and smelly discharges that come from my rearend.

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)

Sweet Territory

The novice plays taut in candy land,
Whispers in desire as fingers cross,   
Thresholds flaunting the soft lewd curves,
Yield, fruit drops and body preserves.

A touch of rash rubbed with new delight,
Twin currents swell and jump in the fights,
Globes covert to the kneading Knight,
Torso provoked, the mind incites.   

Splash your wet lips let the tongue mimic 
Freely to savor saliva drips,
Raptures seek and break the candied tricks,
Salty sugared candy lands remix.

Panic buttons harden for release,
Aroma churned discharges to please,
Foxy bites with the honey cheese,
Re-discover its warmth or you shall freeze

Awaiting Dawn

The heat of today,
Shall vanish, as the day ends;
Coolness shall return.
·
Coolness shall return,
On shoulders of tomorrow:
While night exhales dawn.
·
While night exhales dawn,
Breath on invisible wings;
Discharges fresh air.
·
Discharges fresh air,
The lungs of the forest breathes;
Scorching regions praise.
·
Scorching regions praise,
The arrival of coolness,
Their faith awaits dawn.

Corona Discharges

…spectral in the buzzing of it,
the fracturing of molecules,
splitting of sub-atoms,
snap-click of ozone,
particles of atmospheric implosion…

…and in the decimation of motes,
the microwaves of favour,
flavoured with limeade and salt,
decomposed tomato and crisp razor glass,
splat and drawl on slate…

…cracklin’ roses time slide,
juddering frames – red to purple to black – 
ain’t no turning back,
animal souls in fear of dying,
the scream of pigs in slaughter yards…

…hangs the zeitgeist of tortured hamburger,
flesh wired to bolts and voltage,
membranes of drums resonate
to corona discharges of white noise,
rhythm loops of fragmented morality…

…reassemble as a sexual mockery,
finger-cock of scoundrel refuge,
fabricating the new religions,
in sundown saloons the west becomes
the thing it hates…

…in deep concrete and cages,
killing the thing it loves,
nostalgia ghouls drool and guffaw,
Vietnam, boy, we had ears for souvenirs
now we got pitchers…y’all…

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