Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stoic migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
white elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
grey quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
My soul the reputation so grew
It acclaimed I was engaged and
Credentialed reputation my dreams knew
The lonely the honoring my mind
So I felt obligated the distinction
I felt compelled I have dreams
Dreams of the ideas and divisions
Never value the moment my soul screams
~
Grew standing I have dreams for the lights
Suddenly I Saw The illuminating
But in the fact that it was dripping
That the candescent candle quickening sight
Burning the light shines bright the darkness
Moves is running I crave and wait for white light
Deep into the darkness ready I remember this
How it was illuminating that utopia vision bright
FLASH POINT
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Our heart contracts, when thoughts spiral
Ego spawned goals seem foiled
Exhume before fears go viral
Flash point, ego uncoiled
Vigilant and mindful
Let’s make life beautiful
Vibrant, joyous, blissful
When mind reacts
Our heart contracts
20-December-2021
Quietus
Cool is the evening air that touches
my face standing there
viewing time ebb and flow,
Memories.
Run their course as a tear traces
my countenance so much so little
To soon too late
wishing I may.
Feeling I might.
Know what is coming tonight as
the sun hides in his corona of fire.
Atomic specter rises, feel the after flash
slumbering are my thoughts
tangled are my memories
In flux of all creation revolves around this crux
This is the Flash Point of my time
I come to stand in the dark
bright full of hours of midnight…
I crash my car into the storm
I stare into the dark
into my future as it is past
Feeling time slip casting
past my sight
watching the plates shatter,
the oranges and ornaments
suspended in the supernova
An infinite loop
Cosmic oscillations building
bridges burning bright
Bridges across time
Across the Event Horizon
Piercing a membrane of creation
three seconds to midnight
I take the flight, strata light
Arcing in the deepest void
To no where, no where, nothing known
Dark bright full of hours at midnight…
The double-edged truth
had the exoticism. The blood was
in air. A blue bird draws
a red line, indulging in spiritualization
of a gray design. The testosterones
chart the trajectory in the flame
of the forest.
You deploy your army in zero
hour. Colored leaves start casting
the spell. You listen to the rustling
of skirt. Moon was walking in.
A pink sword and sharpened
claws. After the vulture hit,
the death wil swoop down on you suddenly.
Satish Verma
A flash point in ocean
becomes omnivorous
eating the boats.
The sharks unstick and
sleep on waves
for another abeyance.
Sitting on the wheels
of a tank,
men waited for the revolution to scoop
a scorched motherhood
where the children
were becoming missiles.
The light moves in circle
to find the mirrors
on a blue horse.
Satish Verma
As the battle
for Middle earth
comes to a flash-point
the riders of Rohan
head foward
to fufill their ancient vows
to the folk
of Minas Tirith
They are riders of reknown
and they are heading
to battle
with the forces of the Necromancer
The White Rider
lead the way
on a horse
which has no peer
Let Shadowfax ride!
Let the forces of the Dark Lord tremble!
We ride for all the peoples
of Middle Earth!
We rid for freedom!
Our pathe was forged
by the powers of light
which the poweres of darkness
cannot match, cannot defeat
One white rider on a proud steed
leads a mighty army
to challenge the master
of the darkness
And open a shining path
For the kindred peoples