Echoes are the calling waters stream;
Ever bright lights the morning sun gleam;
Look at me, look at me;
I am what you see
A mass molded dirt/clay body;
amidst the presents of fluids the make up of me;
8/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
fluids, analogy, appreciation, creation, earth,
Form: Free verse
A doctor is just like a good mechanic but unless your body is broken down, there's no need to panic. Avoid unnecessary trips to a dealership, some diagnostic tests are only a rip. Be an advocate for your own health. You'll save some bucks and add to your wealth. Pay attention to fluids as they hold the key to maintaining the body's integrity. Strive to keep the engine clean, avoid dust and debris and eat mostly green. When feeling sluggish and unable to accelerate, replace those spark plugs, don't just wait. You want the blood to flow free, roto-rooter those arteries. Keep a constant awareness of your gait and just like tires, routinely rotate. Try to maintain an even tread with both your feet until your dead. At 30,60,90, come in for a test but don't tell the doc your mileage, just let him guess.
Categories:
fluids, 1st grade, car, health,
Form: Light Verse
Ultimate Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my father, Paul Ray Burch, Jr.
he now faces the Ultimate Sunset,
his body like the leaves that fray as they dry,
shedding their vital fluids (who knows why?)
till they’ve become even lighter than the covering sky,
ready to fly ...
Keywords/Tags: sky, sunset, autumn, leaves, leaving, dry, fraying, shedding, fluids, death, cling, clinging, wind, flight, fly, flying, transport, free fall, liftoff, departure, bare, barren, leafless, skeletal, light
Categories:
fluids, autumn, death, flying, leaving,
Form: Free verse
Deep under subteranion covers where nowhere
lingers everywhere and the decrepit lights of man
die to the world
Wrapped in rags-a masachistic christ plotting my
crucifixtion born again and again washed in
human guts-baptized by fire just a man naked
chasing the sun and moon unashamed loving all
matter all consciousness all people authentic
power of just deciding to be each second weirder
then before...strange needs coating the
eyelashes no hope of existential immortality
just a cold march to bloody loving shithood
heavens-these games we play-role of a urine
drenched prophet unknown dismissed dragged
down the executioners hole gorged on self
What are U?
Cracking open the bodily vault dispearsing
terminal fluids
Im a treacherous snake in the gardens of my
sanctuary-man only is where no one can see
Out of tune songs rush up my spine in gruesome
melodic chaos-shoot up the messiha till the
streets are covered in all that physical temple
goo out of ghetto rope streets
I hang in the hopeless nights
Categories:
fluids, dark, depression, night, surreal,
Form: Free verse
If I was to be avoided, it should be like the plague.
Many things in life are done by half measures,
half heartedly and half arsed.
If I was, let's say for arguments sake, homosexual,
I would definitely wish to be flamboyant and raging,
not just a little bit of a fruit.
If I was a motorised vehicle, because car is not correct,
I would not wish to have any blank dash spaces.
I need all the buttons to function.
If I was a human being, I do try hard to be,
I would reach out to others and stroke their heads,
that is after all where the driver sits.
Categories:
fluids, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?
gallop
joust
face
the
crystaline
flame
thunder
in the
thigh
thunder
in the
loin
and when it
hurts
cry when
it
wells
up
in
your
mind
coming
into
the
night
Categories:
fluids, allegory
Form: Free verse