Depict such a scene
Mystic frost white clouds
Twit summer/autumn
Color my world white
Encase in pearl bright
Glare I stare white “eye”
There is a flow that tempts the beat to expand beyond the tempo of social endeavors.
I taste the sweet sweat of the dance that beads into my mouth like nectar of magick coursing through me to become more fluid.
Stretching out beyond the ether like a current swirling, swelling, and then motioning me deeper into bliss that vibrates in space time
Time that dissolves into synchronicity with movement of the dance
A dance of ecstasy watching her move and knowing that the moment is never ending, yet hinges on its own conclusion that most certainly must come.
Shoulders smoothly rocking, hips swaying, and eyes too demure to let words encase them with their limits.
This is the treasure of life being lived.
This is the worth of being.
Slender sapling sprouts budding
from the sub-soil seed,
trembles in the convivial wake
of the bracing breeze.
Forking boughs flutter like verdant wings,
nascent leaves look up sparkling
to the rising sun of promise,
soaking them with sheen of a new life.
Turning seasons bring rain and shine,
strong roots grip the ground firmly.
It grows up in the air of heightened pride,
endures the turmoil of storms
to reach the sapphire sky,
encase the nectar of dreams
within the craving trunk.
When from the spring air love drips
flowers bloom in the tree of life.
The sap of bliss flows in the soul,
designs the vibrant art of living.
Come, come before me, hold me, embrace me, Pray for my soul. As you hold me,
I'm whole, just being received.
I am just being believed
I am cherished. I am encase in the breath of life. I'm seasoned, I'm not contrite
Been kiss favored full just cass, beautiful
Twilight disposition dark innovation.
I whose been deemed controversial
Engraved in submission
Come, come before me, hold me, embrace me
--I whom am envision
2/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
At times i get so angry,
my brain makes way for the void.
A debilitating state of mind.
A collapsing state of being.
A never-ending shift from the revolving door of emotions and morality.
Coming or going is the question within my soul.
The Lord tugging at my heartstrings,
while the devil attempts to overlap it in brick.
Attempting to forever encase me in my shame.
Shackling me in the doubt that consumes me.
Sinking me further into the despair, I've drowned out with bottles.
While taking drugs to numb what remains.
Eye-catching gamut space and time of shelved encase
restrained lookout scrutinize scheme, advanced karma
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound!
Incessantly playing a broken accordion
My mind's repurposed angels distribute a few alms for the rain god
And the scent of old trunks falls on my cloned funeral
I encase my senses in the pit between lal-mim/sol-fa
I now have a house, crooked lives churning within my tiles
I am against—you are against—all the laws of physics.
Cigarette butts that never cease to smoke fall from the sky.
You are something that always feels cold. Hiding Dali in your body
That's why elephants make love alone. Storms, a great curse
I saw myself in the first shelter of hydrangeas
I cut my cord, in defiance of the all-out pain in my back
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound
Yet, it won't be mentioned in any medical book, and you won't know why
I simply drew your blood...
as embers glow on wintry nights
candy canes and x-mas lights
truth gives way to summer’s steam
carousels and caramel cream
what fancy leads me on to dream
of sugar plums in frozen cream
O, free me from this August's blight
encase the world in beams of light
i try and paint you in a bad light inside my head
to create a reason to get over you but no matter how hard i try
all i can think of is you
you consume my mind
take control of my speech
i will always drift back to you no matter how hard the universe can rip me apart from you
you have my heart
my lungs
my blood
my mind
you have my soul
do you need anything else
i’ll give you all you need of me and still love you the same as you leave me to rot
so you can feel better
i would carve holes in my skin if you wanted to touch my bones
all for you
i would do anything for you
you are like roots wrapping yourself in my chest,
coiling around my heart,
puncturing holes in my flesh to encase me in your grasp.
i’ll bleed out if it helped you
i’ll bleed out and die without your touch or love
without your kisses or hugs
without you
i’ll watch you like the mona lisa
loving from afar
Silence layers silence, we enter deep trance
As awareness self-aware, heart invokes grace
Our formless consciousness joins the cosmic dance
Our presence expands engulfing all of space
As breath of God, in all living forms we prance
The entire universe in us we encase
This epiphany signals we are the all
Wake up hermit, truth of our true Self recall
Half past summer, two months till fall,
boredom, bullies; teacher neglect.
sandcastles, encase, be my pall!
Half past summer, two months till fall.
when school bells toll, tenderfoots bawl—
sun's embrace, we'd warmly collect.
Half past summer, two months till fall,
blackboards, bullies; teacher regret.
Swimmers don't sink
until they lose ATP -
transferred energy,
warming the waters
that will soon encase them.
You are no different -
sucking in the energy
I continuously emit.
Someday, I admit,
you will be the warm
waters I drown in
I’ve tasted the saliva of the eyes tears;
I’ve entrusted in the blood that flows;
Plummeting from the heart that sighs
O’ well
Well are the purdons that perishes;
Indwelling the eletric sparks;
That physically holds up the socks;
I lay down with mine passions dreams;
While conveying conjugal voices
Kisses of spiritual souls;
While resisting physical sparks and boils
I am encase in the vessel of the devil’s grip
And it’s ever so temperal
01/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
GOOD Hope top heavy
GOAD loses envy
GLAD all is just fine
CLAD encase gold shine
CLAW sharpens for game
FLAW lessens valued claim
FLOW down the river
GLOW a horn’s glimmer
The sparkle of indigo lagoon,
portrayed in the entranced ebullient eyes,
the lustrous lotus petals of luscious lips,
blooming on the fervent face,
carved once with narcissistic contours of pride,
ingrained the subdued Dorian Gray syndrome.
The winter spider of twilight has weaved
webs with facial furrows of faded charm,
the lips of pale flower have lost
the patina of passion, enticing once.
The smoky eyes now gaze forlorn
from the wall of the empty parlor.
The picture with the instilled aura of stilled time
doesn’t encase the anguish of loss,
for it epitomizes the notion,
what is a face if not a metaphor
for the panorama of proclivity,
the enduring snapshot of mesmeric moment,
captured within the timeless elegant frame
of untarnished concealed charisma.
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