.
iz i go'n tuh hell
'cauze look'd
i
or mine touch'd
it
iz it
go'n hell
tuh
hern coquette and all
forthwith
The rain falls faster, faster now,
Plummeting arid plains below,
Eroding bits of blackened soil,
Washing away decayed petals.
One by one, they slip out of existence,
Walking out rusted doors.
I stand under the cold, crisp water,
Letting it soak through layers of frayed fabric,
Seeping into skin that's leathered with age.
Scents of petrichor shift through brisk bursts of wind,
Trapped within the mess of my mind for far too long now.
The resounding smells flood my senses
With bygone memories,
Snapping between past misunderstandings
That turned into reverberations of us,
And fears of a future
That slipped through calloused fingers.
Looking down at what materialized in my wailing hands,
I dig the frigid steel deep into my chest,
Cutting beneath layers of flesh and sinew,
Past a cracking ribcage,
To expose a beating heart, screaming in agony.
I slice it from its hollow home,
Position it on a tarnished platter,
Place it as an offering at your sacred feet,
Interminably holding me in your gnarled heart forthwith.
Thoughts behave like patterned clouds
gently waft across a clear blue sky
Poetic verse must forthwith be recorded,
or exit brain and quickly pass you by
The predicament arises
when involved with other tings
Must address the urge to run upstairs,
write down the latest verse, immediately it rings
It's almost like a a burst of diarrhoea
not endured for many years, a hasty urgent caper
Apply the term poetic diarrhoea
the outcome of each is they use up reams of paper
Upon a peculiar summer night,
When the moon’s freckled grin
Yet possessed a wrinkle,
I wandered forthwith, into the solitude
Brushing upon the forest’s edge.
Through strangled brush and crowing groves;
Upon twisted soil and mossen branches,
My aching feet beckoned inward,
Until nature’s course revealed to me
Your river – pierced upon reflection
Of the moon’s sparkled tears.
Her sorrowful eyes as I wept
Burnt my heart in narrow affliction;
Though fellow men had possessed her,
None had addressed her somber glow
Upon the writhing hemlocks.
Rather, they loved her from afar
In hollow stone castles
Hung above the whistling leaves,
Crowding the black horizon
In shadows tapering their shade.
O’ Reverie, said I upon her,
Has my love no home in this garden?
Lo!
Lo, behold my love!
Of my sparkling reflection,
Sing to me in silence my love!
Where the moonlit howls
Upon this stream form me,
Be there,
Be there my love.
I Drip Hot Sauce
All Around Where
They Come In...
Because That
Confuses 'Em
And Makes Them
Go Insane.
A Few Get By,
And I Eliminate
'Em Forthwith.
I Want The Kitchen
To Have The Reputation
(For Ants) Of Where
Our Fellow Brothers
Went Insane.
And That's Horrific.
Because I Don't
Really Care About
A Few Ants Very Much.
They Just Bother Me,
Because They Are
Autobot Conformists
Who Only Care About
THEIR Goals... And
Aren't My Enemy,
But Never Care At
All What I Need...
I Have To Be Selfish,
Or I'm Too Mean And
Depressed.
You Know. Grrr.
-Gray Squirrel
12-09-2025
Pick up your oar, sweet -
And row by me forthwith
Away from the huddled reeds;
Away - away, my intrepid!
The canyon rim keeps us
And also the foot of time
And sufficient tenderness
To carry us on wave and whim.
What will we find further on?
Jesus and the angels expect
What lies on the horizon
So let's go there on account.
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
They called him the dosser.
A blessed man with a crooked,
bent and wobbly wishbone of wire,
held tight in clenched fist.
He fossicks spellbound
for water hiding deep below
in the groundwater.
His fingers compel the water
sleeping fifty feet down
to hear his call,
and echo a reply forthwith,
with a signal on the wire tap.
On some hot dry afternoon,
dumb with drought.
If he lets you watch him,
you'll see the wire tremble
ever so slightly,
and swing to one side.
Often he'll backtrack,
reset the grip,
cover the same ground,
to see if the quiver,
and swing repeats.
Then, 'X' marks the spot
for the farmer to dig.
The water diviner knows not why
he has this insight to feel
the presence of water beneath his feet.
It was pure happenstance that
he learned he had the gift when
a true believer gave him a try.
Perchance, you too
may have the diviner's gift.
To conger the wellsprings
of water deep within.
To reveal its
secret whereabouts,
with a wiggle of wire,
held tight in a believer's fist.
infernos raging
thunder splits smoldering skies ~
monsoons spill forthwith
No, I forthwith forgiven you as I held the door open to my heart you ripped up
My arms and hands released you from the embracement
For thou I have so forgiven you for what I’ve done and we do
In the truth of the matters we are both sadden by the view
Of the empty room one entering another moves I run forthwith unto you
I applies all is forgiven come here my dear lets reside
you've been forgiven and excused
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
When the existential magic disappears
And life holds nothing more than
my terrestrial tears and frivolous fears
When feeding my mind is no longer empirical
Or essential, as human hunger suffices,
when I no longer thirst, and eminence gives no rise,
and sullen shibumi canopies worn and torn
shade not the arid and hot desert, once the lofty
snow summits forthwith cloaked in thawing toxins
Or the ruby rose that does not scent me, reminiscently
as its thorns prick crimson numbness
Tasteless is the blood from this warrior’s sword
And Lords with rattles of snakes poison less
Horns no longer adorn me, my ashes freed
I’ve heard of a hall of the slain,
where dead heroes reign
When our world gives way to the next
Where golden shields a palatial fortress
Take one more fallen warrioress,
to other realms, plush, pristine, called
Valhalla, an afterglow
EMBODYING THE LIGHT
The light that is now within
Was once without, I recall
It entered and dispelled sin
Just as if it had forgiven all
Yet perhaps it was a dream
Such as is the stuff of myth
Yet welcome it would seem
And I shall tell all forthwith
I know it was for others too
With those stories often told
The key effect was to renew
Faith at least like liquid gold
Light that now shines in me
Is an inspiration I can share
Almost with a new identity
Show humility and prepare
Even if this were never real
Nothing ever contemplated
Something special I can feel
Now I am quite illuminated
Tabby cat and I choose a sunny spot
Loving all the warmth and Vitamin D the sun has brought
Both dogs sit under a shady elm tree
All of us opinionated, all of us free
There is a tiny breeze on this November day
We all know we could have our say
But we choose to relax, none speaking a bit
The ambiance enjoyable, relaxation forthwith
All good deeds stem from a belief
That we can effect change and bring relief
To people in need or those in grief
Hope gives us motive, to be brief
Eternal springs hope in the human breast
To this the lives of great folks best attest
No hope and life’s heart will forthwith arrest
Hope sends you high atop life’s crest
None but the hopeful can weather life
In troubled times and in strife
When despair pours in thick and rife
Cut through it fast with hope’s knife
In darkness find a ray of hope
To help you with problems cope
Wash off doldrums with the soap of hope
Get up afresh and up your lope
This longing in my heart
A yearning as deep as the ocean
An emptiness in my soul
A void as the depth of the hades
Like a fallen branch from off the vine
I am as dead as the dried leaf
Sired by a bloated wish and questions
Hungry I am for a will to fulfill
Lost to the course of myself
The hang over I get from a spiralling world
A warring peace erupts from deep within
Fruition fails, failure is faithful
An unsettled spirit lurks within this soul
Dry, desperate, despondent 'n debilitating
The goings of the living is a preparation to cease living
My heart and my flesh cry out forthwith to be filled
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