I see you set sail amidst the lucid sky,
finally free after saving me
Braving the stench-filled moat
as if you were crossing a lavender field
I tried to reach you,
but my fingers only touch crepuscular rays,
as my dream crumbles back to reality
There you are
Still
-blending in the shadows
futilely fighting your own dragons
building your fort with fire and ire
layering your defenses, brick by brick
Still towering
yet forever shackled
I tried to break through you,
but I was the one that got shattered;
The only one
to realize
that we were never made of stone
kisses.
feel them
the tension and aliveness
they’re loaded with psychology and social context
its an intense observation
mouths connect our inner and outer worlds
they cross the exterior-interior divide
they’re simple forms of passion and expression
but they’re drastic and emphatic
I wrestle with wildness
I desire less breathing room, less layering
I riot with instinctive response
I long to obliterate feminine’ restraint
and share inner experience
.
.
A song for this:
Drive Me Crazy by The SoCal VoCals
Fly Into Your Arms (a cappella) by X-Cetra
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
Is the tangerine tranquility
of divine signature—
a chlorophyll sanctum
for kindled minds,
where identity softens
into its sovereign form.
Uniqueness glistens
like diamonds in agate woods,
flowing like a brook
through silenced seastorms,
casting resilient ripples
of peace in chaos.
Kaleidoscopic hues
lather liberation
in lilac breath,
woven through rose-glazed silk,
layering thy self
beyond binary divides.
Weaving a raspberry mirage,
condensing orbits once defined,
gravity kneels to lucid silhouettes —
where polarization, veiled in vines,
drifts through phantoms of shadowed memes,
labeling itself among quiet captives.
Appearance deceives—
a haunted massacre,
gnawing at edges
of borrowed illusions,
trapped in the coffin
of jinxed confessions.
Still, I yearn for that foetal light—
a harlequin armour
on mannequin soul,
held by the thinnest threads
of clairvoyant defiance,
tethered to becoming.
Dusk drapes the horizon
in crimson hush,
penning butter-paper dreams
into the murmuring breeze,
where buried silence exhales
fractured fragments of valour.
Dear Lord, while we are still down here, please be ever with us…until then.
The time will come when we will never sleep
and ‘You’ will encompass our every view…
where at every turn, we’ll be so aware
of Your love, audaciously…layering like dew.
The time will come when the very atmosphere
will swathe us in Your joyous delight…
as amid chords of praiseful songs
wings fluttering softly…take flight.
Time will come…Your perfect tranquility
will never take a reprieve…
in that promised lavish place
that will stand eternally…without trace of grieve.
But, until then, O God…
we beg You, keep us strong.
Until then, Yahweh…
let us not forget to whom we belong.
Until then, Father…
we implore Thee, please …hold us tight…
‘til…our souls know no more darkness
and our days know no more night.
Carry us over the raging floods of rancor
be the hope…we so often discard.
Secure us through this hard life with anchor
Lord, be the assurance we sometimes dodge.
Renew our battered faith...
be that…peace…we do not comprehend...
cheer us on as we run this race, please…Dear Jesus…!
Be e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g we need…Until Then.
Veracious vanity about victories over
veils shows vain values corrupted by
vicious volatile villains in hopes for
votive to vindicate,
Grossly gluttons gain grains over
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities,
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily
drawing delusional dimwits to drown
devishly in damnation,
Multimedia manipulates millions
maliciously magnifying multitudes of
mass misguided many,
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered
logistics layering subliminal taxations
lowering lifestyles lived by the
Land of the Limited.
Such a fate we all share, yes, every single one.
Set in stone and sealed, awaiting Kingdom Come.
However you may enter, each differential circumstance, the difference made is none.
Hands of a ticking clock strike the hour, declaring that time Living here will have reached its end, and our final day be done.
Resting besides those unfortunate less fortunate souls.
Riches remain within rich pockets of inheriting soles, unlike others whose feet are bare and are cold, stand firm on the earth you now lay beneath.
Families of both either benefit or wealth, share puffy eyes and salty tears as they heavily weep, the same sadness and the same feelings of heart-aching grief.
Blood bled and bleeding red, layering cuts skin deep, choosing one's self-choices, and ranking bestowed upon by society, mean nothing once we sleep.
To Kingdom Come, shall our destination be ironclad, placing our final sitting seat.
Opposite living and separated by morality.
Yet each for a loved one is waiting to reunite with, and again cross paths they will meet.
Tension Spread Thick
Layering Quick
Mental Health Sinking And Physically Sick
Sympathy Party
Wounds Pathetically Licked
The Sores Of My Past, I So Dangerously Pick
Black Cloud I Cloak, It Unbearably Sits
My Outskirt Persona Convincingly Tricks
A soul Held Captive, Body Imprisonment pit
Happiness Rarely Appears Through The Grit
Broken And Bruised, Shattered To Bits
Accepting, I'm Far Too Gone To Be Fixed
Yet, I Face Each Day Pretending And Refusing To Quit
someday ill be fixed
Summer's twilight arrives in September.
Each day the warm weather abates and surrenders.
Placidly, the days follow a pattern:
The hues of autumn emerge with foliage that will turn
Emphatically splendid
Much the way Mother Nature intended.
Blowing breezes grow sharper and crisper.
Everywhere is susurrous with leaves that whisper.
Radiant sun still pervades as the winds get brisker.
Fortunately, there's still good weather to be had.
As autumnity approaches, one is never really sad.
Leaves begin layering one on top of another.
Landscapes transform with spectacular color.
September is truly a month like no other.
They tell you to ment what is broken,
but what if broken is ment to be broken.
They show you a world without flaws
but what if our reality comes with withdraws
A gift of imperfections to shine upon the surface
Layering emotions that do make us nervous
As fear is the chain that keeps us in line
So tight up to the system as we bite our time
I haven't had a smile in a long time
Autumn took my heart and its chime
Serenade gone with its sublime
I see its golden leaves go forth in rhyme
Autumn took my heart and its chime
And stole my sunshine to come in the spring
I see its golden leaves go forth in rhyme
Leaving tree limbs bare as Robins Sing
And stole my sunshine to come in the spring
Good-bye, good-bye faintly smiling
Leaving tree limbs bare as Robins Sing
Scarlet eiderdown layering autumns ring
Good-bye, good-bye faintly smiling
Serenade gone with its sublime
Scarlet eiderdown layering autumns ring
I haven't had a smile in a long time
9/8/2022
My dream was to build our dream house together ,
Brick by brick layering with love and laughter.
Stoke by stroke painting with care and affection,
Tile by tile cementing with sentiments and perfection.
But dreams are dreams not reality,
I soon came to know your immortality.
Month by month I screamed with agony and exploitation ,
Day by day I suffered with pain and exertion ,
Minute by minute I died with your betrayal and thinking of our separation.
Everyday I wish to turn back the time.
And think why can't you be mine.
Why my love is so stubborn and blind??
forty years late for death
uprisings toppled civilizations without hurting my eyes
at the apex of the vortex and inside this antechamber and shelter
the euclidean dome engine where i move the galaxy
I sweep the creation with the neural scanner
around here I became brutish and for each failure
I adapted the respective lie
I've been layering things for a long time
solid blocks of ghostly mist
but complacent with the physiology of what is organic
I know it's time to disappear into the pale palace of time
the vacuum unfolds like a three-dimensional ball of wool
each house of heat rises and blasts the stars
the dark and infinite field of the universe spews flames
quasar beams build the checkered web
where I'll be stuck while I die.
The sole praise for being blessed is priceless.
Inhale the soft glow of the soul welly.
It's false to force others to your embrace.
He just pulls the faint air from blessed body.
Desire to get rid of gloom and sadness.
What a gloss golden chance to be alive.
Leading, sustaining, and soulful living.
There have been few reshaping swarmed to thrive.
Regret has excelled in untethering.
Having reached a whit of skill to contrive.
What glory has been given utterly?
Our goal is to live as long as feasible.
I loathe the stoics for their tenacity.
Ignore your claim round ranking audible.
What we've created is almost perfectly.
What an excellent feeling that all is good.
As I rode, I grasped how to be together.
The work is still in the layering hood.
It was an outcome of prior sway blunder.
This is a huge gift from the diced awards lured.
Written: November 22, 2021
My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the brainwaves never zesting
and its eyes have all the flaming
The spree seemed happy exclaiming
Not but my thought yet stilled remaining
in there stepped a flammable insight
Only this and heated horrors
I crave the scorched, splintery stimulus
Poundings of my thoughts series
I threw my illumination upon the floor
Satan stool in front of the prison door
I crave the illuminated, illuminating intimacy
While I pondered, excitatory and more
what could there be more purely offshore?
Demon angel
Take thy illuminator from out my heart
those the turmoil, 'Minded the Ecuador!'
Mentor, mentor!
And the troubles never layering
and so the good angel you came gently clattering
Get thee behind me Satan bravo, bravo
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
In the wilderness
never-never go it alone
But if you do.
Leave your itinerary with a loved one.
Always carry a cell phone...
If ever you become lost or hobbled
these things have been known
to turn into divining rod angels.
In the mountains, layering up is always best.
The cold closes in quickly.
Hypothermia is the first cousin of death.
Do carry some serious caliber.
A can of pepper spray on hand.
You never know who or what's
creeping 'round the next blind bend.
Do remember it's Ursa's Kingdom
she harbors the strength of a God
and for certain has no fear of man,
Some folks are naive and stubborn.
Ignoring most of the advice.
Tempting the unknown of a mountain's black soul.
On the last grizzled path of their lives.
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