Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts. The last line should equip you with a thousand more versatile ways, only do not pick up there, there is nothing to pick up there, in reluctance.
How do you knit a pattern? When are you true there? Are you not there, in full blown swing of completion?
De-glamorize your thoughts. Then only you will be able to see the worker bee, the one you are yearning to see, not the other one.You are an intended dress, not the dress yourself. You are a caller or a caller tune, there is an ocean between these two.
Love deeply. Love aimlessly. Then this will be less overwhelming , less intense to bear the pain within. Touch the olive tree still standing there in that grassy field, with the lush of green with the hue of red in the coloring fauna to mean something, meant only for you.
And then, you will find that you are not even an inch closer to Tagore, where you started in the very first place.
But never lose heart.
Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts…
dampish eventide
a sunny pathway wallows
because of the guide
so directorate
unto natures glamorize
spring and summertime
lit rose the spring's moon
ever so shining brightly
dampish eventide
before mornings dew
right after dark sun rises
wet so dampish grounds
5/12/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Cactuses
Of a fringed existence upon a solitary majestic beholden expanse,
Saguaro forest brims an Arizonan desert thirty deep in noble stance,
1000 foot profound ampleness their protrusive inward succulence,
E'er so oft a filtered beauty blossoms unscathed of shielded intense,
Thirty growing crowns shadow a summit as a mauve sun pretense,
Night strips down and starry-eyed cacti glamorize a lunar entrance.
2020 February 13
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT N,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Part Two
When we were young you used to have a wit rarely challenged and a strength of passion no one questioned
Now you stress about the little things and you're seeming very anxious
You had beauty early on in our lifes before this happened
I ask myself what exactly was it that I imagined the future would be for us when age would play its catch up with the kids who gambled adolescence just to laze about mashing it up cos having fun was the attraction of another day in paradise of amorous desire for the girls who used to tantalize
And when the time came for us to grow up it was a sacrifice of adulthood because we stood alone and watched the parasites using advertisements to glamorize sex lies and war crimes like perfect master minds the whole time the selfish few trying to ruin all the manuscripts of knowledge that the elders knew with a grand design of reproduced illusions that they're selling you and we became a nation of depression drip fed the truth
So I can see why you're finding life so hard to do cos adulting is difficult and nothing's going right for you
Especially when ahead and then you start to lose and all you want to do is go back to relive your youth
candles burning
in the wind
good runs out
and evils in
from earth to sand
through all mans sin
always up's down again
you feel the need
to plant the seed
as leaves are falling
from the trees
with diamond eyes
disguised in hate
foretelling lies
that captivate
they glamorize
the hands of fate
to victimize
and infiltrate
so now the mind
is mesmerized
For all the world to see
but now its time
to walk the line
your time has come to be
candles burning in the wind
diamond eyes that long for sin
you look inside, and see within
always up's down again
Restless night under summer skies
Butterflies and time that dies
I can’t exactly vocalize
Or apologize for all the guys
If you were wise you could surmise
The faults in my alibies
Then agonize what that must imply
And recognize how I exercise
Now rise, look into my eyes
Watch the sunrise
Ignore my cries
I’m not just someone’s prize
Don’t jeopardize to finalize
Though I let you fantasize
Romanticized and polarized
I can only compartmentalize
You monopolize but can’t characterize
Glamorize but don’t analyze
That I can’t moralize this disguise
I’d advise for your despise
PROSE of late may, rainy day
I am internalized, with shallow breath, thin oxygen, not much left. INTERNALIZE, all these self-fed lies. A Hollow death and the air so thick thoughts can be touched again. I have a gift to glamorize, make it easy, make it cool, sensationalize. My deadly stealth muted assassin. My sacred connections, family and friends, their ghosts arise. In front of my eyes, they materialize. These apparitions look at me funny and kill my fearless attitude inside. My vision warped unnaturally bends. My determination to not die. My resolve to do more than try. To change the external from within. To reach out and seize the day, from a soul hopelessly trapped again. An introvert incarcerated in himself, surrounded and haunted in draped memory. A hermit tortured into indefinite future. A blitzkrieg attack, a brutally backbone breaking battery. Another addition, uncomfortable fact. The carnage, the savagery. The life of a man who has been ravaged, in a perpetual cycle.
end
Let there be laughter in the tears we cry
Answers found to all the questions why
Why do we all accept what’s being done?
I guess there’s a dark side to everyone
Where should our Nation go from here?
As Liberty’s Statue sheds her tears
The economy, gangs and the endless wars
All protecting the evil within our shores
Evil’s rights tightly bind all of the good
Political whores sale out our neighborhoods
Then they glamorize it all on our T.V.’s
What better way for our minds to be diseased?
When the diseased minds take all control
Have we not lost sight of our nations goals?
I often wonder where, why, how and when
We became a nation of infidels praising sin
I thought in our country the majority rules
If so wouldn’t God still be up in our schools
At the door of my heart I hear a knock
It is late and all are in slumber deep
And the door jammed like a rock
Fruitless to wake up emotions asleep
Once a jasmine faced entered this door
For decades knocking sound’s unheard
Why to entreat, why to conjure
With wings clipped, I’m a caged bird
She has left behind love’s fragrance
Her images are flowering in my eyes
Every recess reflecting her radiance
My life her vivid memories glamorize
She left and yet occupies her dwelling
In a sunny day and in moonlit night
Her memories come and go without telling
Brilliant like vision, sparkling like light.
My deserted heart needs no recompense
To revive its liveliness and effervescence
This door can never ever be ajar
Do not knock whoever you are!
It's a thoroughly amazing creature
of the almighty high-technology,
this high-end computer with magical
and awesome techno-capability.
It conquers distance, it shrinks time and space
with mind-boggling, lightning velocity,
sending oceans of images and words,
sights and sounds instantly throughout the world.
Anyone anytime anywhere, in a way,
is but a few easy mouse-clicks away.
But it seems this gadget of real wonder,
in weird ways, has now become our master;
we're forced to seek new needs for its uses,
this tool now makes the user's excuses;
It spews, for our mental indigestion,
streams of print-outs called raw information
we glamorize as knowledge explosion,
presumed synonymous with education!