To encapsulate meaning
With words so few
Is like the magnitude behind
"I love you"
For some it's simple,
Yet again,
I impulsively
Over explain!
I dreamt it in stone
whilst I softly slept
unhurried thoughts
as others wept
exist as one
that is the dream
but the dream is undone
kneeling and wretched
prostrate on the ground
serene and believing
salvation found
by the light of the moon
it's possible to see
the most favoured
most becoming
version of me
I've taken up space
fashioned as ornate
with no way to speak
as a protected state
but thoughts run rife
impossible to still
what bodies can't encapsulate
within the shape that they fill
my bones tell a story
my mind doesn't understand
I agreed wholeheartedly
as horizons are scanned
let me be enveloped by the sandman
lost in a faraway stare
just outside of time
perhaps my purpose lies there
I don’t need you to look at me, I don’t need you to see...
See the divine woman that oozes from inside of me.
You call me free, but who is she?
Self-emancipation, de-identification... it's all that I need.
Strength and love were borne into me,
Neither thorns nor flowers can encapsulate me.
I cannot be defined and I cannot be confined,
All that was before, is now left behind.
For they will say I have committed my treasons,
Though they share no proof or give solid reasons.
So I walk this path and find my meaning,
In my divine feminine season.
That showy spell I have fallen under,
filled with a loud spectrum of neon.
A safe haven under feverish lights.
The mosaic of movement within lights
to float through and fantasize under,
I’ve got to rip right into that neon!
Painted with yards of vivacious neon,
I encapsulate the flush of fierce lights.
Good parties tend to tackle me under.
I am rejuvenated under the neon lights.
Swadling encrypt the contrarious slopes of a mired
entity coursed veinous stammer spurts bled
across a court of an unchallenged befitted named
as valor cornered the bleached to be razed
spirits encapsulate the branded sole championed
glory dazed betwixt ears of an abandoned
waning light fills purple sighs 'ill eve succumbed
bitterness spilt the downtrodden weighed
hung kicked a life out of bound the final scored
The chaos in my heart
Won’t allow for anything less
Than feeling love amplified
Heightened, magnified, buzzing
Intensity to the extreme
To care for is to cherish
To want is to yearn for
To miss is to crave
I don’t love, I consume
I encapsulate and devour
I envelope and obsess
My soul cannot bear the thought
Of living without love
As energy accumulates,
It also creates,
Operates,
In different states.
Obtaining traits,
Learning to propagate,
Designing a substrate,
Continuing to circulate.
It starts to vibrate,
Concentrate,
Learning to duplicate,
A code to translate.
A way to activate,
And begin to animate,
As the air mutates,
Into shapes that fascinate.
Molecules starts to migrate,
As they rotate and calibrate,
Delegate and designate,
Into something great.
One able to captivate,
Encapsulate,
A being to dictate,
How its energy will create.
Underneath the blazing sun
horror widens it’s gape
A merciless ploy to encapsulate gullible minds
It knows you are familiar
and yet you abandon your truth on the tightrope above
Trying to maintain your balance
But it’s tongue threatens to swallow you whole
A relentless abomination with a thousand heads
screams for you to tumble through the needle's eye
So you make do with illusions
because if you were to fail, madness would take its toll
And though you jest, there still remains a man
behind the clown
One who proves his certainty with beasts full of air
and a smile that could easily be smeared
Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries;
Subliminal message makes mouths water;
Phantasms won’t let go of the fields
lost to the four winds of conflagration;
Subliminal message makes mouths water,
you can smell such a superb sweetness;
Lost to the four winds of conflagration,
smoke is no match for rich history;
You can smell such a superb sweetness,
esculent you taste but can’t find them;
Smoke is no match for rich history
writing a declaration into urban legend;
Esculent you taste but can’t find them,
an overwhelming vision overtakes you;
Writing a declaration into urban legend
shared at slumber parties for continuity;
An overwhelming vision overtakes you,
phantasms won’t let go of the fields;
Shared at slumber parties for continuity,
fiendish they encapsulate strawberries.
O' Holy Father come close to me
In awe let your consuming fire
Rejuvenate me
Spark and fire, your desire
You will you way, your purpose in me
~
Come purest spirit embrace me
Let my, mine burdens escape me
Saturate encapsulate come and guide me
Surround me with your guidance FATHER renew me
~
Old gentle Spirit rain on Me
Teach me keep me in guiding me let me be
Like an eagle eyes structured hone
Renew in me my spirit soul heart softened reborn
12/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
The feeling of impulsive sensitivity, the beginning,
the search for the meaning of emotion, the end.
When I am at their thresholds at the edge of twilight,
my mind sinks in turmoil, unexpressed.
When the day’s last wind begins to blow,
I see in the corridor of past my shadow lengthen,
saunter on the footprints buried under dust,
while the road to the future waits to be walked.
Life’s story written in tome of assorted episodes,
at the end of a sad chapter I have to decide,
if I would turn the page or close the book.
I choose to read on until I am in the last page.
Seized by the urge of expression the imaginative mind
enthuses my muse to encapsulate the fixation,
that transforms the creative passion into words,
flowing with ebullient surge with the joy of poetry.
At the crossroads of self-searching journey,
I refuse to silently crumble in loneliness,
but tread the moonlit path with dreams.
If it wasn’t for poetry I wouldn’t have risen from dust.
Oh I so saw the voice in the clouds it's letters spoke to me
I the tree in the vibrations from the terrain hugged me
It spoke to me
Nature's calling my soul is assured set free
It speaks to me
I read the holy word the Bible allowed didn't encapsulate me it speaks to me
My God so speaks
I hear Him within myself Oh Father
10/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
I have presbyopia, astigmatism and more than a dose of dyslexia to boot
And so I have to break up my poetry into stanzas or my writing goes mute
I fall between the letters and get lost upon the page
and nothing makes any sense
and my brain begins to rage
My eyes get tired fast, reading a page of unrelenting text
with no line breaks or paragraphs
to collect the thoughts best
This simple punctuation helps me keep the meter flow
but it also helps me read what I wrote
and encapsulate the storys growth
So break up those pages a bit eh?
give those eyes a rest
People will thank you for it
if you don't make it such a test.
- Artimus 9/29/23 8:24PM (C) Susan Manley
When I "can't find the words to say"
but can't stop myself from trying
When it makes me think, smile, or pray
or makes me feel like crying
When so much beauty has me overwhelmed
I must encapsulate that in verse
Flowing naturally from my heart to convey
rhymes which my lips rehearse
A girl named Sky,
always hoped to fly high.
Her aura was as white as the clouds
and her light could brighten the darkest of clouds.
You could always see her spark,
even in the dark,
The color of her eyes was as deep blue as the Pacific ocean;
her skin, aureus
and her mind, elysian.
The blush on her cheeks
and the way her eyes speak,
nothing was imperfect about her.
The dawn began to encapsulate
as she slowly began to achromatize
When the cerulean dawn approached,
her glazing heart began to dwindle;
evanescing somewhere in the mountains.
Gradually the golden light ceased and became stygian,
but you could still see her rhinestone bracelet shining from somewhere in the middle of the dark,
remarking on her presence of still being there,
but somewhere far away with an everlasting spark.
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