I just downloaded the latest product - yay!
It's better than the competition, they say.
Some call it "Sun". Others call it "Rain".
It's the application inside my brain.
I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.
But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.
You would never predict your treasure,
how so many of us listen to it today,
your music downloaded or on a compact disc.
So thanks, dear old Scott, for your ragtime.
I can see that dark, hovering rag of cloud
but hear you, Scott, I'm entertained.
Shallow people
in murky Waters
Dissolution
Sons and daughters
By no surprise
Beyond closed eyes
misguided kiss
Unrailing Bliss
We have capsized
Polarized land falls, sunshines
Shallow people in the Desert Storm
Shallow people alone
In the drought caught up
People standing in the shadow cactuses spit out
Regurgitating thorns embedded in my side
Spirit I rush there's no rains here
The floods have stopped
30 people in murky water
Downloaded drowned people no longer matter
For the solace sun has dried,
them all scorched fried now battered
8/22/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Had to download some daylight,
the screen is in dark mode,
is the plasma alive?
Alive in the way the brain is;
not awake or aware
but just a memory nexus
shuffling between
fake pictures of reality.
The sun is up, a fuzzy picture,
one a camera once captured,
an image
blurred by a few lost rays
of time.
Coffee mug is still untouched,
it too is in dark screen mode,
adjustments will have to be made,
a lot of downloaded vids
of cute kittens perhaps?
I recall when
there were no delete buttons,
just buttons,
coats unhooked from anything,
yet even back then
hooks were hung by unseen hands.
There were no reboot options
in that world.
It's getting lighter,
I can see that from a lens
held in a hand
I will never know.
The dark is diminishing,
but that light,
what a strange light
that has no day or night
within it,
and it wavers, it shimmers,
comes and goes,
and it does not shine-out,
just leaks out
of a plasma picture.
I've plugged it in
And turned it on
Checked the cable
Won't take long
Allowed access
Downloaded files
Installed drivers
Wait quite a while
Clicked the links
Agreed to terms
Ticked the boxes
Start to squirm
Updated versions
Tried other ports
Looked at Google
Had grumpy thoughts
Changed the settings
Tried troubleshoot
Turned it off
Done a reboot
But the printer still won't print.....
Next day, try again
To get the gist
See straight away
The link I missed
My best blessing of 2022
Blessing best of twenty-twenty two
I choose to declare a 56 year old sin
Who would have thought how strange it was
I deranged I was
Birth in this sin, yet this year I’ve been released
My best blessing of 2022
The greatest plight to surcome to right
No longer trapped in the night
My light now shines
Turned around been remade, rebirth born again
Blessing best of twenty-twenty two
Also caught in the alluring lustful I
Eyes
Witnessing things in pride
No longer standing in the shadows of the dark
My deliverance, has been downloaded
My best blessing of 2022
I am no longer in division
I made a conscious decision
Awareness
Awakening
Responsive reactive compos mentis
My best blessing of 2022
Did I mention I thank God for blessing me
From bonds further iniquities
A best
The best blessing for me in 2022
Is deliverance to God be the Glory
11/23/22
Free verse poetry form only.
For Best Blessing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
They texted on backlit marginalia,
phones dimming as the night grew older.
After a squabble, they tested their feelings.
“I am still the same woman,” she wrote,
mentioning all her good points.
He, drowsy and hung over,
“I have a list.”
He had listed the many reasons
she was great to be with -
quoted those.
“Thank you,” she said preening.
“I haven’t changed, you have!”
He added a few cons to a new list
he had secretly been compiling,
then some more.
The list grew longer.
“I’ve made another list.” He told her.
She took this as a good sign.
“Yes, go on…”
‘A change would be good’, he thought,
but wrote:
“I love you just the way you are.”
After the make-up chat,
he downloaded an adult video.
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you?
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection
An endless mirror,
scattered pixellated gems--
An electronic finger pointing back at Me.
The manicured, curated Me I've
divvied up for you to see, Yes--
but Nonetheless, you didn't protest;
Or did Thou?
Mind where you put your feet,
When you are absent without leave,
In a year of pandemic.
You might think it is only academic,
If you miss socially distancing by a few feet,
And pass on covid before you leave.
Mind where you put your feet,
As the tune you are dancing to, may have contained a virus,
When you downloaded it,
Mind where you put your feet,
As it is easy to lose focus,
And put your foot in it.
Mind where you put your feet,
As children are still Playing in the street,
And they need their parents to stay on their feet,
To avoid a life on the street,
With few places to safely put their feet.
That Cross
Letting earth-bound mind (and soul to) indulge thought
The title of this hymn came to heart and memory
And miraculously, after one "new" hymn I know not
My freshly downloaded file played, "The Old Rugged Cross"
Slowly but suddenly I'm a majority of one (in GOOD company)
Echoing, "Cross, 'emblem of suffering and shame'" has a claim on me
For sinners saved by One who gladly paid for all sin, shame, iniquity
Because He would not let His handiwork (art, by Ancient Trinity) die
My indulgence in thought-life, doubt-life, questioning-life
Could not stand before the "attraction" of The Pure Lamb of God
A bad day in "town" in our "backward" nation (my non-American life)
Erased! Faith and fear may not coexist. Which one do we feed, reward?
That Old Rugged Cross suades us to lay earthly trophies down -
Something true about Calvary, an Artist wanting to save art - His own
Confiding & sharing, venting troubles and cares.
Seeking justification, telling what's, when's and where's.
A shoulder to cry on, tell your secrets and dreams.
Whatever is needed, or what the heart deems.
Whether be loved that has triumphed, or withered and failed.
To deals gone awry, that were certain to sail.
The reason or matter is of little debate.
If there's no one to listen, those thoughts left to wait.
We search out an ear to spill our hearts on.
Then when all is relinquished, released, said and done.
The weights of your worries once stacked like a deck.
Are now found to be dealt with, you're no longer that wreck.
With a sense of renewal, downloaded and logged.
You can face life head on, with clear focus, no fog.
So when someone comes calling and asks for your time.
Give the gift you were given, help their heart and their mind.
Have you ever downloaded a photo of "them" just so you could be in the presence of their smile? As if that photo would reply I love you, how I miss you, or I'm just thinking of you. "Them" not even aware of how complicated their smile has been for you, wishing their love upon you. If only they could truly see with their eyes, while you are glaring back, the complete and total love and affection that your eyes has too offer "them". They don't get too see, you as you smiling back, asking yourself if I send them a response, will they quickly answer back? So then you decide not too send this correspondence but then fortunately, but unfortunately you receive one, not the one you desired or expected. Their response a quick, how are you, or what you up too, but never the words spoken, simply saying I love you. So you make a note too self, just too play the part, role of being their friend, all the while wishing that they were more, more like your man. A mental note for all of "them".
Had to pick up the pieces
To mend a broken heart
So I put myself out there
Made a brand new start
Downloaded the app
Filled out my bio
Then selected "submit"
Said "here we go..."
(Chorus)
It was me it was you
It was all of the above
The future was ours
From the start my love
Every time I look at you
It makes my heart sing
Makes me do funny things
Just like a ding-a-ling
When I saw your picture
And read your profile
I swiped to the right
Beguiled by your smile
Wasn't long till you replied
My heart skipped a beat
Couldn't wait for the time
When we'd first meet
Well the rest is history
It was love at first sight
We have been together
Since that very first night
Many years have passed
Our love still goin' strong
Because of you baby
I'm writin' this song
(Chorus)
It was me it was you
It was all of the above
The future was ours
From the start my love
Every time I look at you
It makes my heart sing
Makes me do funny things
Just like a ding-a-ling
(Repeat chorus and fade)
Poetry notes:
This is my first country song. Yee-haw!!
November 13, 2020
EoW(10) first !ove
Brian Strand's Blog
You keep reminding me
of my deficiency
of who I am
and who I oughta be
Those great expectations
that haven’t been met
I should already be there
but I haven’t gotten there yet
I feel your disappointment
I feel you wondering why
You keep saying “Ricky,
why don’t you try?”
So I stop falling
in and out of you
My mind can’t be tied
to words that aren’t true
My freedom experiment
I now know I’m enough
It wasn’t really about me
You downloaded your stuff
I think of you sometimes
hoping you’re okay
Still I’m glad that I left
things are better this way
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