Ease is something that we roll our teeth at.
Dizziness.
We gravitate toward sweat.
Sometimes.
Slightly out of breath.
Then not so much.
Climbing up, up!
Distress is like combing through the cremations.
Ease is at the top of stairs, at the top of tops.
Bustling.
Ease is this zipped up feeling that burns.
And we fall asleep like that.
Dizzy, horrible, twisted sweat.
The blackouts started earlier than I thought.
The hammock slammed shut.
Why is my heart always full of chaos?
As if it meant to stay in a cage,
Thinking it will come to pass
And filling my mind with a unwritten page.
A rush of sweet dizziness conquer my heart,
It always makes me to run away
Like trying to make a piece of art
But it seems my love wants to fade away.
The days and years are my witness,
As if asking the Lord who I am
I don't know how my feelings need your warmness
Hoping you see just as I am.
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Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom
Soren Kirkegaard
I ignore the voice of someone
shouting at the television
in the living room.
His voice grates.
My hand jitters as I open
the laptop. A blank page waits
and there’s just an hour before
I must go to work.
I desire to pull lines
from the air and let
them breathe.
I take a deep breath
And sigh. There’s so little time—
I recall time lost when scurrying
through life/ Again something
tugs at my sleeve, demanding
attention. I ask for a moment.
Clouds drift through the sky
before the storm, the thunderclap
but I always wait for silence.
He wanders along the tail of the Milky Way.
His cloud-soft steps skim the blue of the sky.
He plays with time, teases the wind, grows breathless.
On tiptoe, he brushes the squares of a hopscotch.
In deep sleep, a dream carries him toward infinity —
to see his youth again, the smiles of vanished years,
to imagine that anything is possible in the night,
to become Balthazar, finally reaching the Shepherd’s Star.
The cold of emptiness, the dizziness of a cliff he flees,
the darkness of a chasm — he screams in fear as he falls.
Agitated, sweating, gasping, he wakes on borrowed life.
In dreams, anything is possible; he travels through time.
A gentle music licks him, tames his heart.
It enters his mind, awakens the source of his tears.
The sounds crash, swirl, circle around him, flattering.
The Dream is an open-sky theatre, the Harp of our Souls.
Joël Charvillat
Morning Beauty of Nature
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Flowers' Petals open up
When the sun wakes up.
Birds' chirping wakes up
All that Nature brings up.
The whole nature covers up
Its dizziness by wrapping up
Itself with golden envelope
That shows happy n lively set up
Of the mother Nature reared up.
Bees are into work, birds start up
Looking for their foods to eat up.
Village goes well with Nature's tie up
To enjoy those scenes before pack up
City is the last riser that gets up
Missing all the beautiful set up.
Longer nights — shorter days.
Atrocities run rampant,
as witches claim the dark,
gathering to drink their reddish water.
Longer nights — shorter days.
Grumbling, as if two minutes stretch into hours,
dizziness creeping in,
for the night no longer serves its purpose.
The panic of being a nobody
strikes through their minds,
daggers in their hearts,
slowly devouring them.
Longer nights — shorter days.
From the windowpane, the world is still.
Even when the cock crows,
the night lingers on.
-Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
A feeling that the room is spinning
especially with specific head movements
Bout of dizziness
don't look up, down or to the side
- just straight ahead
I loved carousels when I was a kid
One step, one goal
grab a door frame or a chair
Vertigo... hits the labyrinth in the inner ear
My crystals ran wild
finally the diamonds are where they should be
I don't like carousels anymore
An elderly person who suffers bouts of dizziness
Definitely should not go walking in cacti flourishing desert
Skirts
With comforts,
Hollandia Yoghurt flirts...
Before each tongue diverts,
From the usual that alerts,
The change to an impromptu concerts,
In different stages of many a song asserts
Except for the atmospheric dive,
Our faces depict the shared skirts
Without sweet scents, breaths hive
Swaying gallant statues in style alerts
High concentrated inebriant consumed
Took our legs lightly easy leaning back
Subjected to change of hits well costumed
Our voices disown its pitches to its crack
Introduce us to the people we know not
And we mingle like been known for ages
It wasn't true but lively moment grown hot
Speaking truthful lies unlike most sages
Happiness
Staged liveliness
Interrupt able orderliness
And introduce apt funniness
In order to promote calmness
Actively seeking to warm night dizziness
Through the beauty of tease staggering fitness
Of our hearts pouring out raw felicity's queasiness
In this time of revolution
All that really matters is the turning
Until what remains is just a spinning
Wheel of a hamster with no sense
Of goal or hope of end.
The revolution itself become the end
Turning over any sense of order
Changing for the sake of change
Keeping US all off balance
‘Till in our dizziness anything can come and go.
For when revolution is internalized
It can never really end
Until the destruction is complete
With nothing left to live for
And nothing left to gain.
(11/9/25)
First Quarter Moon
The first quarter moon wants me to
learn to
speak curly hair language. If I don’t their
rage concerning being bullied by
prunes the size of
cement trucks will
cause: more cracks in
paths. The first quarter moon also wants me to
take a
wallet out to
dinner. Wallets love to
treat themselves too, but they won’t go out to
dinner unless
asked; eat my trash to
help reduce trash waste; take vacuums out
jogging. Vacuums thrive in
sweat. The first quarter moon also wants me to
soak a
filing cabinet in
banana juice. It stops their sporadic
shivering. The first quarter moon also wants me to
decorate tissues. Decorated tissues feel
sexier when
decorated. And finally the first quarter moon wants me to
roll scented candles down
the west driveway. Candles crave
dizziness. It calms
them.
Singing is an art
So hard to understand
But let me sing you a song
Of a girl who was greeted by adulthood
Far too soon.
Her young hands tremble
Under the weight of what they carry
A burden she longs to unload
Yet dizziness pulls her back
To the very place where innocence was lost.
On that bed, a faceless man
Crushed her beneath his weight
Her weak legs resisted
But his desire was deaf to her cries
Mistaking her sobs for moans.
No one believes her story.
For there was no face to blame
And fingerprints fade like whispers
So she walks with fists clenched tight
Bearing a burden no one can see.
The lyrics to this song will live on.
Gluttony
visible, expression
eating, drinking, excess
Irritability, dizziness, hunger, nausea
dehydration, fatigue, stress
lethargy, spirit, strong
Fasting
8/20/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
When Jesus Comes
When His steps descend among the stars,
When Jesus walks upon the earth within us that struggles,
seas of raging darkness lose their fury between the edges.
His arrival brings silence upon the inner storms,
a peace that settles softly, like white flakes in the azure horizon,
when Jesus steps, piercing pains become precious stones.
The zephyr of long vigil nights breathes,
When the Savior walks among us,
the dizziness of the restless soul is calmed in waves of solace,
that cradle thoughts like leaves slumbering under the moon,
and we encounter grace, as a splendorous garment worn,
when He chooses His step in our unfinished dream.
And choirs of silent years are heard in the twinkling of open eyes,
When Jesus descends into the depths of the struggling being,
in our hearts, where darkness was, a new torch is lit,
in the breast that once groaned under weight, a hymn is woven,
and the Soul of the Earth hears comfort flourishing,
when Jesus, in mystery, lifts the eased cross high.
There was a big giant burst
In my heart it was the first
Time it really stirred up feelings
That sent me into a reeling
Spin of emotions that won't stop
I've been twirling like a top
Whirling all around near you
Round and round, what do I do
Spun into a love that I
Can not fight, I wont deny
I like the dizziness you cause
Keep me spinning, do not pause
Any of the love you give
Every moment we both live
Will be a topsy turvy one
Full of happy crazy fun
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