Windows open, but the doors closed;
Shut up are the cabinet doors;
Running water from the faucet flows, pours;
Down the counter top;
Painted white ceilings but yet there’re dingy yellow;
Family sitting at the dinner table yet they’re not together;
Clock on the wall battery operated tics-tock-tics-tocks;
Every second distance franticly;
~
Ever bodies looking the whole family looking for the mop;
6/3/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Hook, reel in, gaff and bludgeon;
no need to hurry it’s only a fish,
but I wonder
does that little brain
in that big head, think?
Does it know this gagging sky
as its gills
franticly suck in an invisible death,
does it acknowledge
the burning rays of the sun
as it scorches its glittering scales?
Does this still wriggling fish
discern or calculate
the amount of drowning air
it can withstand
as it is hauled into a choking death?
Can I afford
to think upon it, empathize.
Consider that we once
came out of the water,
should I measure my own pain
the way this fish might
while I fish for an excuse
and indefinitely, and with much pleasure
cast another line?
Boggledy Mindalot
Benoit B. Mandelbrot
Perfect recursion sought
Infinitely!
Franticly, fractally
Near-mathemagickly
Spiraling endlessly
Exquisitely!
Bratwurst and sausages
Mandelbrot hostages
Escaping inwardly
Labyrinths for me!
I am in that darkest place of deep despair
where the demons of the night play on my greatest fears
franticly I search for loving arms to keep me safe
but they are gone
at times I see a glimmer of hope in the blackness
and I rush toward it only to see it flicker and die
like match light in a storm
My heart is shattered, my hopes dispersed
alone I face my fears
rejection, betrayal and abandonment
the loss of all I once held dear
my very existence in question
a drama queen
I am me no more
I am a caterpillar locked in a chrysalis
hoping to emerge a butterfly on its final day
but for now
alone with the creatures of the night
Pressed firmly a shoulder against brick wall
Arms that are folded and feeling quite tall
A hurly burly of a lazy man
Only works if he has to or can
Frustrated waiting for the big check
Drank the last one quickly red neck
They only come once upon time
Delusional angry and outside so I'm
In and out my mind does wonder
Try to control the other guy under
No money for meds and mad hatter is he
Unpredictable this matter will be
Hoisting two sacks the postman will meet
But which one of us uncertain the greet
Passing me by with no check in hand
Off the stoop on postman he land
Franticly struggling to loosen the strap
Harder and tighter the handle did rap
Doesn't take long the postman is limp
It's back to me the original wimp
I don't understand the reason for action
This guy was good during every transaction
You'll never know by meeting us guys
But we'll see you through these killer eyes
He still hears the screams
The violins shrills
The repetition every morning
every night
all day….
He begins to rock his body back and forth
He then stops and breathes
He then whispers
Why is god such cruel being?...!!!
Why can someone who’s admired by all
Torture someone so relentlessly?
His dilated eyes begin to look around the room franticly
His body shakes
He tries to stand up to go to the door
He cant
He can’t move his entire body
His heart begins to pump faster
He starts to scream
Heelllo ummm someone Hello
The door opens
Then There stands a woman with blood all over clothes
She smiles at him and points to his legs
He looks down
his legs are gone
Bandages are wrapped over his thighs
He then passes out from exhaustion and stress
Then to wake up to the
The violins shrills
The repetition every morning
every night
all day….
When fire breathes it's last goodbye
Extinguishing the Suns lidded eye
The shade brings life as dark surrounds
And unexpected screams abound
Blood slithers down a rusty blade
Sheathed in flesh a soul to fade
A maniac smiles behind a mask
Relishing his demonic task
Footsteps echoing from behind
A sudden turn, no life to find
Exercising futility
Victims always franticly
Search in vain to find escape
From a most horrific fate
Fear surely gripping their hearts
It's claws will tear their lives part
And when it happens no time to run
An unexpected end begun
Pain shoots forth like lightning's flash
As hopes and dreams are burned to ash
Blood spilled across a dirty floor
The life that was now shuts its door
And from the body comes a sigh
Like fire breathing it's last goodbye
Off into the deepest North
At the pole an arrow points.
Santa's village this way it says.
Tiny figures franticly bustling'
Only five months left
and mountains of presents
still to be made and wrapped
then loaded onto Santa's sleigh.
All the children dreaming blissfully
seeing that red nose sparkling
and hearing the whoosh
watch Santa looping the sky.
Scattering snow flakes
far and wide in his wake.
The moon beams down
and the north star twinkles.
Sitting... Sighing... Waiting for death...
Lying... Crying with each agonizing breath...
Pacing... Shaking... Anticipating the worst...
Armless in a boat... Dying of thirst...
A foreign numbness slowly devours my head...
Without warning or apologies it starts to spread...
I feel the air quickly escaping my lungs...
I breathe franticly like a starving bird pecking at crumbs...
Then the voices wane and fade away...
All color fades into a pale gray...
My nothingness is coming... My escape from hell...
I have succumbed to the sickness... I am finally well...
(tragic flight 4U 9525)
banging on a door
in vain; in desperation
cries rose franticly;
deaf to all, beyond the door,
he slowly aimed the nose down
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Sponsor: Rick Parise
2nd April, 2015
In my shadow I lay dreaming, lucid, like moonlit water gleaming,
I arove away from realms of matter, franticly climbing Jacobs ladder,
I creep through an open door, my soul falls further from the floor,
ascending further from reality, ghostly figures feast upon my tragedy,
I hear a voice that sound repents, an angel guides me from decent,
In this space my mind misplaced, I fly on the wings of an angels grace,
I try to speak but words don't form, ascending faster from the foor,
no turning back to his place of evil, an earthly realm ruled by the beezle,
I feel my senses fade away, as I enter eternity.
If I wake now I shall feel no pain, cold blood pumped though icy veins,
But my sanity would be my curse, in the abyss of a deeper world,
I have reached the end of an endless road, eternal restless light abode,
my spirit expands with violent thrashes, a one way flight the angel crashes,
and from the fire and ghoulish flames, I rise again to take his name,
A new birth upon the earth, he gave his wings I gave my curse,
Now I am an angel with a pact divine, to guide his soul through the sands of time,
until the sands of time run dry, and Upon my wings he flies.
As thoughts scramble within my head
I franticly ramble to get each one read.
The ones I miss as I randomly ramble
Fly in tens and weakly shamble.
On the surface they are freakily evil,
While not far below they cause an upheaval.
At times the pressure has volcanic potency,
While carrying a weight of titanic dormancy.
And if left unchecked could bring deviation,
Then the exact opposite would bring levitation.
Now, since all this is true -- what's left to do?
I guess nothing... What else is new?
Maralinga, Maralinga,
where the white mans fire still burns,
Where atomic radiation made the little creatures squirm,
Where walked old Nooran Gurra with the Emu fella dance,
Where the bloody fire an brimstone didn't give em any chance,
bloody radiation, awful fire of death still burns,
An his bone are bleaching whiter,
Has his spirit come to terms,
Not bloody likely,
So they give us Maralinga,
So linger longer, yes we can,
Does luekemia point the finger,
If we live upon the land.?
?? Don
yes by crikey, death and sand...
Maralinga was just one of the 1950s, British, 12 atomic blast sites, before the radiation blew to the four corners of Australia giving us the sweet subtle strontium 90 in the cows milk off the radioactive grass that the cows did eat. And the geigher counter service guy couldn't stop the counter working franticly cos the radioactive rain was falling in Brisbane in 1955...
Lust for Cherry B
Forbidden love there lies the key,
Forbidden fruit is fantasy,
you cannot have what isn’t free,
you pay the price intensively,
thrashing pashing franticly,
lust,
wanton lust seeks verily,
to cleave the path so merrily,
the eyes do lock with Cherry B,
with passion comes the thrust,
getting milking is a must, {dairy}
cos its unbearably….
Disgorging custard just….
Internally….
Don Johnson 19-12-13
done with all the he said she said.
franticly in my mind.
unknowingly it helps us grow sometimes.
im complete as a failure.
leaving all feelings behind
no more hiding,
no more need to
numb to the words and the blows too.
you seeing the water falling from my eyes
gives you power
something i completely despise
im okay with being not okay
im good at keeping my feelings away.
hid behind a door.
where you nor her can see my face anymore.
around you i walk proud,
like nothings wrong
not even a blink of an eye.
but when i get home,
i sit and i cry.
so sick of the thoughts in my mind.
wish it would all go away
the only enjoyment is when im high.
gone like the wind.
and yes there is a bulls eye,
in the middle of the target you've lately painted on my back.
i feel the burnin heat of your eyes
i've tried everything
but with you there is no comprimise
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