Another sunset's nocturnal submissions
provide life's needed intermissions.
Last night, you revisited me there,
laughing, with bows in your flowing hair.
There's much to know and learn, it seems,
but I must forget what I saw in dreams.
lay intermissions
fortuitous functions
middle roadside rests
amongst the prism dreams
nightmares in rage enlarging schemes
of the fiery fiendish fiends below the ground
the skies intervene cloudless simply innocent as a child
deporting visions indecisive intermissions credence is gone wild
mercies spawned innocence screams
1/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
All my sins,
All my faults and thoughts
I am tried, tested and trued
All my intermissions
All my ill-gotten decisions
I’ve been tried, twisted untrue
All my wrongs, those bad things I’ve done
I’ve repented, for mentioned, God has forgotten them
All my sins,
All my faults and thoughts
I am tried, tested and trued
I’ve been repented, did I mention
My Lord Jesus grace and mercy now shines on my face
I’ve been tried, tested and trued
7/28/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
tempo
so loud
so
frantic
fast
furious:
the
calm
quiet
...interludes..
..intermissions..
..then..
...sleep
inspired by Ravel waltz noble
A long
A lone 8 legged spider
In a lab stringing down
Oh, there's a teen age boy
An experiment____________________________going down
The spiders in the way Oh! OH! my
Bit the boy_______________________________ on the hand
Reaction sharp as the teen darts
Up the _________________________________ wall crawling
Bitten by an radioactive spider
Heighten genetically__________ altered intermissions radiation
Guess, now Peter Parker
Your now __________________________you're a wall crawler
new hero now...
guess web head we'll call you
Spider-Man
written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2017
damp mold smell of the earth
slaves of destruction some seven thousand strong
made into moles
tunnels miles, miles long
nine hundred each month on the
backs beaten on to win a war
miles above on the land...
darkness disrupted by dim, flickering lights
death struts unceasingly below
as above
the madness of men
staged
with no intermissions..
cries and moans struck by
sharp shouts and
drilling machines scream
excrement and urine mix
with blood and sweat
and choking dust with
bits of sliver-sharp shards
flying off
slicing into skin
layer upon layer levels of concrete
shelves manned under the hands of evil..
rockets slowly rolling into place..
menacing, sharp nosed tubes to shoot
into the heavens then
turn down and
scream towards towns..
no warning..
no hiding..
hits bursting, busting, disintegrating flesh
on what was only moments before
just a soft, sunny, average day
**approx. EIGHTY MILLION Souls Passed Away in World War II**
Drunk with pride
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?
Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the hidden meaning.
It was grave
very grave truice, unmaking love
between the estranged lovers-
when clouds were seducing the moon.
You don’t belong to this
crowd of renegades. Ants
will take away the
divorced dreams.
•
Fissile belly
has started showing signs
of reckoning. A gloom has settled,
gyrating in a sunken garden
for the hung corpses.
Never cruel were the times before
when blind needles were unstitching
the lips of frozen faces. I refuse
to start a prayer
till the grass covers a silent tomb.
Last night it had rained
on the private flesh. It was
full of semen. You do not
belong to this world
of pregnant pause.
Satish Verma
This decision, has to come from the top
so as I watch I pray, and pray what I watch
goes this distance these brief intermissions
are nothin but a waste and not every woman
can satisfy what I have a taste for...but sometimes
I can't help its not you its me I'm the one who gives
my heart my emotions my feelings away so freely
but still I play my position...and while it gets played
one thing constantly crosses my mind,
is she the one is this gonna be your last first date
but I know...if she doesn't share the passion for
the presence of God how could she ever understand
why for the sake of the Gospel I go hard?
I could wait for that moment to come, but I need a
woman of
virtue who understands life means nothin if its focused
on the son.
So in prayer is where I find myself even if her persona
is half past amazing, if we aren't compatible spiritually
I would never find her unless she's lost in the saviour.
Here comes the shift I'm ready for the
transition, after sin is conceived then
comes repentance, no death sentence
Christ paid the admission so I live like
I owe him no intermissions but listen,
I still struggle with the flesh here & there moreless I'm a
wretched mess
so I feel like I'm second best, but I'm
more than a conqueror Christ conquerored sin, so my
confidence
is building I'm back @ it again, walkin in the spirit just as I
ought, mortifying the flesh is the only thing I take as a
loss
Up again at that fragile time when the morning eats the night,
memories of you stain like dew on my mental grass,
open window and empty glass.
Leave me easy like the departing pigeons,
drift away like loose perfume on the autumn wind,
the sun doesn’t need an excuse to sleep in,
and this film doesn’t need your intermission.
I'm done being stuck in intermissions of love
Seeing doves fly...so high above blue skies
Wandering around lovers lane alone
Jumping at the sound conversing her vocal tones
Maybe today will become different full blown
Sadly strolling below my own heart
Mourning and burning for her touch
Short circuiting the fundamentals in sentimental growth
Just another way to speak peaks of sexual growth below
Although its not all I bestow, romanticism explains my flow
Candle lights overtaking a field of moonlit flowers...
She had just turned around to face him,
life of lies,
life of sin,
her mouth open to voice her suspicions,
but she felt the intermissions,
her mind’s eye filling with fear,
she couldn’t confront him,
she wouldn’t dare.
He was abusive as he did what he pleased,
her life was difficult,
his was a breeze,
his dark intense gaze,
controlled her,
and brought her down to a new phase,
depression settled in,
it was always all about him,
she would always consume his fire,
take his heat,
and his victory was her defeat.
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