I’d known her forever
we met yesterday
Part of my being
embedded in my soul
And I in hers, as she likes to say
we’ll be married in two days
I didn’t see the blast--
just felt it after,
in the hush of your retreat.
No scars to stitch,
just words
lodged in soft tissue.
They ache when it rains.
You said, "It's not like I hit you,”
but silence detonates too.
It tears in quiet,
spreads slow as bruising thoughts.
Now I walk crooked,
smile with hesitation,
and check every room
for the pieces I’ve left behind.
When I look at the mirror
I love what I see
The person on the other side
is how I wish to be.
That's the same person
Who was there with me
In happiness, heartbreaks,
Nervousness and adversity.
The share of encouragement that I receive
would always prove to be an effective remedy.
I know it's my own reflection
But it's my inner me and my trueself.
I look forward to turn this version,
Into my outer me and my future self.
Even though you're not here,
I miss your morning meows
I've ignored you parting from me
But, you haven't gone anyhow.
I remember six years ago,
When you came into my life
We had so much fun back then
Those years have `been our best flight!'
The best cat anyone could ask for,
Sure was super stylish for being a cat
I'll see you again, my fur buddy friend
You keep a lookout for me until then.
I've learned a great deal from you,
It was last year you departed
I know you're still around here
Because you've embedded in my heart.
R.I.P. Mischief Lotus, my love to you!
The emerging of wizards and ghosts
On a night of deep and frightening darkness
Children dressed in special costumes,hats and masks
With a Jack-o'-lantern in hands
Hoping to frighten the evil spirits away
Things with bad omens like black cats, bats and spiders
Are completely avoided
The number of 13 is also discarded
With the coincidence of Halloween
We may also drive away the ghosts in our hearts
Drive away the greed, jealousy and cowardness
Long embedded in our hearts
So that a place is forever reserved
For our Almighty God
I hope to be embedded in You;
not looking out or in
nor feeling with these blind nerves
but rooted, so that there is no other,
not even the finest cell wall
or ego, or veil between us.
I hope to be for a timeless moment
just this –
your ocean
in an infinite molecule
of all there is.
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye
Yet, on winds aloft, Envy’s cursed seed.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
The fertile soil beguiles, rooting on the sly.
Black veils of mistrust tinting each good deed!
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye.
Despair rides the rails without alibi
Gaining companions, divided by greed.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
Privilege and fame, an Icarus sky
Blinds my soul, I turn from truth before me;
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye.
Honor’s reward illusive, cry or try.
Bind me to my conscience, with chains I plead.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
If submit we will, our death awaits neigh.
We will to Envy’s sour fruit concede.
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
Contest Entry: A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Submitted: 4/29/21
Placing: 8th
EMBEDDED SPIRIT
just what am i now
can't see myself in my skin
now am i just what
alas, the coverings hides
my soul embedded inside
12/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Embedded Deep
Eyes weep, watered down sleep
Lost in migraines embedded deep
Beep, Beep, like unmonitored sheep
Something I have but rather not keep
Pain repeats in scattered heart beats
Nerves unwired from head to feet
Just retreat into your unconscious seat
Losing to the pain shamed by defeat...
bmdavey@05/07/17
Embedded Balls
When I heard about embedded balls
It got my full attention
I always thought it personal
Something one doesn’t mention
Then I read you might be penalized
Should you take relief
I thought what right do they have
They’re my own balls – good grief
And then I saw that picture
With a golf ball on a limb
And I realized they’re golf balls
Not the kind found on a him
I ran a scan for infestations
looking to rid all the complications
the viruses through my heart still course
the heartaches and their remorse
the scan says all herein is clean
I think it's wrong...that's what I believe
or it's embedded way too deep
I know it's there I feel it seep
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