The skies in the grounds above and beneath me I stand
I'm in command my life is over and above me
In the hidden space on this too much Rios place
my eyes envision I see the invisible
my mind is over and above me
Telltale signs and wonders
I often wonder barefooted I stand
I walk on quicksand
plummeted it falling yet
I hear the calling
Posture horizontally I stand
I rise as the sun sets I stand
under the moonlight lit
Forbidden to fly
I have no wings I
just have eyes
I flourish in the skies
that's how I fly in my dreams I lied
As the angels cry out
they too want mercy in the hidden space
I am an accomplice
too the floatation beauty be told
I am a rock climber on a mountain of pure gold
10/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
From the first filling nascent puff
love’s breath buoyed a ring, filial…
Onward floating where the hearts go
and hands cling during a stormy sea ~
To lift the sinking 'n offer benevolent
anodyne alms easing terrors of aqua
threatening to drown in bereavement ...
Inflated again, waits for a tsunami
on which to ride to placid scenario…
New waves toss and turn till benign ~
Deflated many times when pierced,
ended ties that stabbed once/twice…
Voyaging closely, my true two of luv…
In their re-inflating exhales, have I
come afloat again to remain kinetic
evermore, as their floatation device ~
(8/21/2022 - For 'The Meaning of Love' Contest)
Puppet of sensations
Dancing to temptations
Cyclical rotation
Without cessation
Since generations.
Same location!
Same destination!
Goal of creation
Our elation
From fixation
To floatation
Ending our duration
In this creation
Through activation
Of divine vibrations
And realization
Of salvation
Thus exhalation
Of our station
Thereby cessation
Of rotation.
12.04.2021
Written for where are we headed contest
Host - Unseeking Seeker
Premier contest winner- 10th place
Brian Strand contest - 1st position
Your best monorhyme William Kekaula - 1st Position
In the twilight glow of drinking
Racing gaily over dunes
Stripping down, a natural beauty
Bouncing curves shaped by the moon
“What’s your name, again?” He questions
“Chrissie,” she calls, rather stunning
He asks, concerned, “Where are we going?”
“Swimming!” she then answers, running
And so he chases her, enchanted
Awkwardly pulling at his clothes
Into the ocean, bare, she splashes
But to the edge is all he goes
Swimming out, she flaunts her leg
Laughing, he can’t get undressed
She calls him, one last time, to join her
He drunkenly falls down and rests
And so, without him, toward a buoy
On the sparkling ocean shimmer
As an ancient, lurking danger
Hunts the silhouetted swimmer
Then treading lightly in the darkness
Smiling, looks back for her boy
Who is not swimming out to meet her
Despite her offered naked joy
Then comes a sharpness to her ankle,
By dangling feet it pulls her under
“Oh, God!” she cries, in surfacing
Screaming, “Help me!” far asunder
But, no one hears her desperate pleas
As it drags her, to and fro
Briefly gripping the floatation
She’s grabbed again, then pulled below
- i've been crawling across this path
wondering which breath will be my last
erasing the memories of my past
-making new ones every day
to replace those that go as they may
-input & output, out of my control
and i'm right back in this hole
whatever. let's just smoke a bowl
-endless rotation
dead body's floatation
-what's the solution?
to keep me from the endless pollution
the drugs keep up the dillution
Welcome woe whilst fluctuating spirits skip heartbeat rapidly pumping nothing through casket-rope entwined with tissue scarring thought. Kiss gentle soft withdraw cautious as known route prior to current interloper; scour the earth somewhere lost I insouciant. Floatation device shot quite simplistic are emoticons blasted in computerized communications drift steadfast downwind. Exotic may rest in April but quarrel sir? Aye, tragedy bloodless drop hangs precarious taunted by endless scriptures written then discarded. Rubbish in multiple piles piling up paperless copies and stranded in infinite boundaries of tasteless material. Single shed in disbelief when slipped in to like regardless of lust desire plagues. Deathly shiver in frigid weather by desert…
Glorified be temptations cast recklessly twisted in character forged mightily carelessly shift blame elsewhere. Utterly damned eventually shaken off shoulders and dropped to dust wither so why spend petty on porcelain and marble only to stumble?
Quest not end but encompasses entirety. Seven bring forth beast, when truly humanity is machine save for unpredictably adventurous mind. Unwaste.
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