Fate, no entrapment?
To escape not keen?
Its cage, Time's construct how gruesome!
Its chains how loathsome!
Oh! You've just met who
Personifies it.
One glance, and the sentence begins!
For whom, lucky grins!
central billing equal ceilings tapestry
of environmental surges
kaleidoscope of colors blurred mismatch
on its way it's a rehearsal
for dynasties tragedies
I am eloquent for the disasters,
that lies before me
man who am I to stand
in the way of clemencies-entrapmemt
1/10/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Reporter advised do not go.'
On whats already known.'
Known to rile; big Bob Katter
Yet he pushed it hell for leather.'
Pushed it right back to Cloncurry
Seventy years blurred..To Bob in school
It was not funny.' I'd say here i'm on the
Money.)
we both knew
you had me
at first glance.
weak in an instant
was I,
then...
I collapsed
and shattered
into you.
Irresistible charms galore
ooze out your pores,
glowing thousands of lumens
in your eyes.
They gazed into mine,
trapped, I saw
no escape.
I knew,
we both did,
that you had
me.
a blade of conscious grass
streams carry water to nourish
as children run to capture lightening bugs
mesmerized by flickers they would own
but in the morning all are dead
no matter the air or bits they’re fed.
the butterfly, the bird of beauty, pressed tightly
held so near
not understanding fear
or the need
to be forever freed
knowing the cost
of all that is lost
Each time a freedom dies
a part of every soul must close its eyes
Classic intelligence,
built on complexity
Layer upon layer,
a spidering web
For us to get caught in,
for us to be trapped
Its capture most fatal
—not living or dead
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
My heart burns like fire on a blistering night and yet it is still too cold to melt the chains you confined me in.
Eyes closed
Black and grey
The continuous sound of scratching like bloodied fingers embedded in an impenetrable wall.
No escape
Bloodshot eyes
Sleepless nights
Monotonous speeches
Don't try to remember whats been written before
Skin aches
Burns like acid
Cover me I'm thorns to ease the pain
Nothing can take it away
Nothing can take away from what you do to me
Each thorn has a rose or so i pleaded to believe
Each tear sparkles as it falls
Each black night has a star
You were mine...
I can't get away
I would give the world
Everything! Every breath
Every drop, every shadow...
Every memory to have never heard you say...
I love you!
For all the pain in the world, I'm trapped...
Helpless...
Letting go seems nothing short of a death penalty.
Each look, each smile, each second I wait is a dagger in my heart...
Still I cannot let go! You have the key to my shackles. You are the moon in my blackest of nights.
Helpless
Inches from death i can't let go...
Entrapment
You asked my views on the Holocaust
You wanted me to write about Holodomor
I cannot imagine why such things occur
My views are socio-political, socio-economical, and socio-religious
Via media I see human suffering exist
Via history, this has no depiction contented
Pondering into the unknown, will reason disclose
You asked my views on the Holocaust.
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Penned on October 18, 2014!
There is a minority force out there
one of evil and intent
disguised by enchantment and empathy,
within surging tides of coercion
steers one’s ever defiling poetry
of the predator,
those that crave to share one’s shadow
and constantly demand on return
a challenge to please one.
Yet
with words created in a
cynical brief of heartlessness from
gardens of perversity, cultivated
in domains of lies, untruth,
when a trigger-happy progression of rapidness
perfumed in eloquent penetration
aimed at one’s very soul.
Every
word every stanza to tug at the recipient
being delivered in poetry humaneness,
inflicting the aroma of fragrance to entice gullibility
before the enforcement to the nurtured
of a mature kind,
and the eventual trial of tempting innuendoes.
With
defloration complete,
here one reaches the pivot of reaction
the highway crossroads of decision,
a last chance to tread the right road
some will, some will not
those to fall into another’s perverted obscenity
to be ensnared, then scarred for life!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Entwined in perfection
Entangled in love
Trapped in dreams
Ensnared like a dove
Perfection that no
dream can have
Sturdiness like no
reality can provide
Safety with only
love as a guide
But the knot came undone
the perfection was gone
The dreams all disappeared
The dove was strangled
All that is left
is love
Suffocated, trampled bleeding
Begging for release
they back me in a corner
but i can not resist
fight back and im a goner
they'll add me to the list
and tho they instigate it
revolting is a trap
this system is so jaded
when moral law is crap
A compartment
A door
A lock
A key
No way out
No way in
A secret
A trap
It's black
It's white
With spots of grey
But to some it's clear
See through it
See nothing, but it
It's failure's new design
It's slick
It's sleek
It's more notable than success, it's death in a box
It is a nice day
A typical beautiful weekday
Yet all I keep thinking about is love
Can't stop, I have to keep walking
Even though I can't stop thinking
about this so-called-feeling, love
I just can't keep running away
I have to stand my ground and say
How I feel about you inside of me
That I love you, can't you see?
I'm in a panic of love
And I need to express myself
I want you to know how I feel
And I want to say, "I love you"
To me it's tragedy
Turning away hopelessly
Every time I try to get near you
There are so many guys that want you
Yet I'd do anything to
Win you over and bring you closer to me
Even though it gets easier every time I try
It gets harder yet and I don't know why
I got to stop acting like a coward
And I need to tell you straight forward
I'm in a panic of love
And I can't get you out of my dreams
Even though I haven't told you until now
I want you to know that I'm enticed by you
I'm in a panic of love
And I need to express myself
I want you to know how I feel
And I want to say, "I love you"
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