Patterns wind down the mat,
As I pray they wind around my feet where I’m knelt,
So I chat.
Wishing for shrinks,
Your isometric gaze a belt,
It sinks.
State,
I don’t accept
Fate.
Patterns wind down the mat,
Your isometric gaze a belt,
Fate.
Deep in coiled chambered hearts
mortal designs conspire
in arcane chamber hearts
pump isometric drugs
the cathode ray desires
as electric images expire
what are the strange
things that toil in the Dark
idle thoughts and brittle bones conspire
like ancient snow graced by divinities
of apathy in oblivion
cast in shards of cruel inner demons
accessing cathartic chambered hearts
pump isometric drugs as photons collide
reside as something coils
in mortal minds deep chambered hearts
as electric image expire!
b>Fluids flowing frequent Waterway;
Deep into the Rippling spray;
Engulfing circle mirrors drop isometric views;
Water when I think of the sea;
So much more bigger than me;
And so comely bubblings supocean nautic water's deep;
Into Dark Matters;
Bearing-
Remembering;
Navigational storms;
Aloft the Thunder;
Tides tapping still so happen;
I have all the raining remaining mystical writing's;
across the bow Oceanic view now;
5/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Isomorphic ideas verses a hermetic mind
Plaintive howl of a writer.
Ideas in isomorphic forms
Are liqudified then with a tragic
Irony crystalised in an amorphic haze.
When will she achieve her finesse?
Her story is a mess,
Tragic demise of the hermitic mind
The fosil of dried ink.
Time for a cup of tea me thinks.
And the phone rings.
Isometric ideas merge with the hermitic mind.
Therefore her writing will resemble a paper mache elephant
in perfect symmetry. When cut in the middle perfectly isomorphic.
The end.
BLACK CLOUD
Mourvédre* cluster overhead
weight of Everest
capped on nerves
suppresses colors
squeezes eyeballs
behind dark sunglasses
lightening drills through temples
attempts to prop up
one’s globular head
with isometric fingers
grape stains on cheeks
relieve pitch of crystal
shattering the oppression
kaleidoscopic relief
10/15/2017
*Mourvédre - (mohr-ved-ra) - dark red grapes
Life Tangle:
Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine.
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be.
If your heart is broken and your love denied
and your eyes are swollen with all the tears you cried.
when your mind is restless and you cannot go to sleep
with your emotions in a tangle running very deep.
Give your self some time this will make it heal
And change the way you think and the way you feel.
Start again once more open up your heart and pray more deep to God,
Begin your life a new and make a brand new start.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Should Always Endeavor
Live on native soil which I would not spoil
And under it are resources of ore and oil
Improve environment should always endeavor
With vigilant ideas that are very clever.
Should enjoy doing exercise which is isometric
And drive around in cars which will be electric
From extra carbs and excess calories must restrain
Be qualified so you can drive in the fast lane.
These are a more of my many ideas of mine
Meanwhile, other poems I will try to design
Which will make all of our lives complete
And perhaps soon someday we all may meet.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
PS. It is not so very sweet being
beat by some Belgium chocolate.
Evening reaches out with an open hand
Like a forgotten presence appearing.
Every last hair bolts up by your command
Charging my living tissue with searing
Thrombosis to push those gusts to endure,
Rallying in your splendor with wonder
Opposed as delicious harmony pure,
Goading such playful rumbles of thunder,
Echoed throbbing, our obsessions collide
Nebulous in consumptive carousing
Electrified to blaze purpose inside
Slickened hope both divine and arousing:
Isometric ripples welling with glee
Sustaining the spark that breathes into me.
Commuter traffic, what’s a person to do?
Time to learn Spanish, maybe French too.
The Good Doctors late..glad I’m not bleeding...
“Preventing Stress” his waiting room reading.
A dozen calls waiting..can you please hold?
Draw a self portrait while your growing old.
Six people in line, the clerk is so slow…
Isometric exercise, no one will know.
The dreaded DMV, the lines round the bend..
Read War and Peace , beginning to end.
“Patience is a Virtue” , the old saying goes..
How does one find it: Heaven only knows…
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