Golf loving Paddy from sunny Glambole
was truly a gentle fun-loving soul
but he was a big bloke,
he took a well-aimed stroke
Sara the caddy yelled "wrong hole, wrong hole”
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Swallows me whole,
I step on the road once again.
The moment I walk,
The music of the past,
The twisted black hole
Now spits me back out.
Neither the past nor the present,
I am walking this very moment.
Meet me at the watering hole
This is not a bar nor tavern
We shall drink the muddy waters of cool delights
Restart.Bass and bave our souls in a twine
Coveting me the debris , the disease in the sickness and the boils
We lay our vessels on the dirt. We're in the soil. Take me to the watering hole where we can dance, where we can drink the filthy liquid and be enhanced. Take me.
To the watering hole, we shall both go.
And bear witness.
To the juices that feel are hard
8/25/26
RinwWritten words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Before the black hole,
There is nothing.
Even if you wish to die, you cannot die.
Even if you wish to live, you cannot live.
We do not know.
Open your eyes.
Close your eyes.
As the Bible breathes its breath
Upon your lips, your nose, your eyes, and your heart,
In this moment, there is no good and evil.
In this moment, there is no man and woman.
The very first cry of genesis:
~Waa-waa~
The swirling sound of the first black hole.
A tiny seed falls upon some planet.
Friction, the laws of action and reaction.
Something is created.
We are
"That which is invisible,
Before the crying of birth!"
You are reading my words.
"This is the beginning of all things in the universe."
How?
You ask me.
What you are asking
Is not asking me,
You are asking yourself.
"Has not the Bible already answered you?"
Violently delicious
You play with my mind
Looking for logic i can't swim against time
Am I marked to be doomed
Am I cursed or worse already dead
I can't help to think
But thats when Iam at my worst
Its just the way we play your cards
When I think I have a chance
It all breaks down
Its a sweet party just like you Let me dance the hood of my car
Let me scream and shout
Ill wait for this time and space
Iam a lucky man
But so God damn.unlucky
Is it just all mankind
What happened in the last 5 years
What happened to luck, posterity,sucess
Do I shout out.. hey you !
Stop this merry go round
It ain't merry I quit booze
I quit weed, I quit living for the future
How can you be so proud
Just take a look at this town
If you got a better name
You better use it
If someone can stop this spiral
We better do it
~ She Reached Down My Pants ~
Went to the recent school dance
Was grabbed by a big, fat chance
Who reached down my pants
But what she wanted was missing
She settled for an hour of French kissing
~ She Was Homely, I Wanted Comely ~
My first date was, to put it mildly, slightly homely
I told her honestly I was seeking someone more comely
What’d she do? She spat in my eye
Told me I was a typical dull guy
'Cos if I wanted the latest gossip ~ with her I’d never be lonely
I don't choose the muse
the muse chooses me
and when she appears
between my ears
I adopt the writer's role
and follow her
down the rabbit hole
never knowing
what I may find
is on my mind
but in time if I'm content
when penning punny poetry
with what passes for a poem
then it's good enough for me
With apologies to Lewis Carroll (1832 – 1898)
You are my joy and my pleasure-filled pain
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
You are my lovely loss and grievous gain
Freedom mixed with a liberating chain
You kill me with your cruel tenderness
Gentle torment tells of love measureless
I experience such bittersweet bliss
You poison me with your passionate kiss
Grounded in flight, you make me touch the skies
I descend floating in your black hole eyes
You kindle me warm with your frozen fire
I taste sweet agony in your desire
You are my anchor in still-waking sleep
In visible darkness, my heart you sweep
I'd loudly whisper my promises true
It's an open secret that I love you.
11.08.2026
DUG HIMSELF A HOLE
HIS OWN BALLROOM WAS HIS GOAL
DESERVES LUMP OF COAL
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Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: THROUGH AESTHETICA
Date:July 18, 2026
MIDNIGHT IN VELVET
In blue midnight she wore deep purple velvet, a crown of thorns in silk,
To meet her love where moonlight cut the dark like broken glass.
Love whispered in the ocean of fear, a tide that pulled and broke,
Two shadows danced while the night held its breath, alas.
Soulmates split by a black hole of sorrow, stars swallowed whole,
Tears fell like rain on velvet, drowning every silent vow.
A single shoe left lost behind, a fit that cruel time stole,
Before we turned to golden ashes, we sang our last song now.
Depression taught me a strange religion.
Its god was absence.
Its prayers were unanswered questions.
Its sacred text
was written in all the things
I could no longer feel.
Anxiety became the high priest,
translating silence into prophecy.
Every shadow a warning.
Every pause a judgment.
Every tomorrow
already carrying the memory
of its own collapse.
Together they built a universe
where meaning orbited doubt,
and doubt devoured meaning,
a black hole feeding upon itself.
I stood at the event horizon,
watching pieces of myself
cross over.
Dreams first.
Then certainty.
Then the simple belief
that I would survive becoming me.
Yet something remained.
Not hope.
Hope was too visible.
Something smaller.
A witness hidden beneath the wreckage,
counting the stars
the darkness forgot to swallow.
Even though you didn’t intend it,
Your words were bullets,
That tore right through me,
Putting holes in my heart.
You’ll be 49 miles deep into Georgia,
But still light years away from me,
I’m back to being alone,
But I don’t want to be.
I thought I finally had you,
But now I watch you leave,
Nothing but a pair of tire tracks,
And fading taillights.
As you dropped the ball,
Blood starts to flow,
You still hold the smoking gun,
That blew a hole in my heart.
TRUMP SAYS I HOLD CARD
IRAN SAYS NOT SO FAST PARD
THIS HERE IS OUR YARD
I strolled out to my favorite fishing hole,
with my knapsack and my fishing pole.
The fish I caught, gave me a flipper wave,
and asked, "How are you doing, Dave?
"I'm doing well, but if it's all the same,
how the heck did you know my name?"
He said, "if you don't mind my saying so,
you'd be surprised what a fish can know."
It's confounding, difficult to believe,
just what a top-shelf fish can conceive,
but what chills me to the very bone,
is the other things that trout had known.
I usually hold my cards close to the vest,
but it wasn't long before I confessed.
Pretty soon, the sheriff dragged the lake.
I told the judge it was a bad mistake.
I can't hide my feelings and emotions,
As my happiness get faded away
Counting how many times my heart get hurt
And flooding my bed with my tears.
Losing my grandma and grandpa is a thorn,
Not like a gripping break up
All the good memories vanish like a lost key
And turns my happiness into a mourning cry.
Was I really wrong about falling in love?
Nothing can heal my broken heart
Grief becomes my own heart of darkness
As being blinded like a fool.
I always bottle my pain and sadness
As my world turned absolutely blank and black
And my grief turn from wound to scar
Leaving a hole in my heart.
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