And there, painted
and playing in sweetest frame
is the timeless province.
There, suspended
by the arches of axiom,
with sputtering brushes
of wielded coherent structure.
I drown upon spearing fear
in the devilish qualm,
splintered to scattered scree
upon the wuthering face
of this old, roaming sphere:
in continuous form
and bristling invariance.
Here is one soul
stripped of fire's bite.
I have my tools at hand,
extensions of my form;
yet the tendons are emblazoned,
threatening to break
upon the simplest gesture.
I dare to say
that I do not live:
I am suspended in a desert
where life once drifted.
I once was electing Truth
but am now spirited into hushing,
principled in my lightened travels.
Categories:
invariance, allegory, death, fear, imagery,
Form: Free verse
This might very well come as a shock:
Life is not fair, and many don’t care.
Persist on living under a rock.
Some cringe-worthy experiences
tend to pester if left to fester.
Adhere to law of invariance.
We elect to look the other way.
Challenged with facts and religious tracts,
while the zealots persistently bray.
Turn that rock over for scrutiny,
brought into light as a thing of fright.
Declare your very own mutiny.
Set prejudices aside; take honest stock.
Take a stand against ignorance, if you dare!
Categories:
invariance, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Once I walked the steps of faith
My heart was beating as I took each step
Invariance array my eyes so stared
At the thoughts of my existence flare
9/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
invariance, analogy, anxiety, desire, fate,
Form: Rhyme