The
Nights
Fury
Lacerates
Into tortured flesh
Fiery hailstones slowly embed
Underneath wailing dermis, sorrowfully bruising
A misplaced poet, madness gradually invading like rabies cultivating
Within tainted bloodstreams, forgotten faces liquify into frothing depraved moonbeams, psychedelic hallucinations corrupting
Underworld’s wolves broke their gate, snarling with labored breath, piercing of dawn welcomes a funeral of fireflies, eclipsed by a broken brain being delicately dissected by elongated canines feasting ravenously
I melt like lime ice cream
Cause his words liquify me
Emerald eyes gaze so deep
Caramel cries softly charming
Roses never smell as sweet
Entering my nostrils inviting
Allowing gold soul to be free
My lover so close brings me peace
The four elements can collide-
for fire and water make steam-
a hot blanket of thick mist from
tea, hot springs, and boiling water.
When the conditions are just right,
the four elements can collide.
Fire (or heat) can liquify
earth, turning it into magma.
Earth and air makes swirling sandstorms-
tiny flecks that can cut through rock.
The four elements can collide,
chemical reactions like this.
Water freezes at thirty-two
degrees- the air has to be cold
enough to make water solid.
The four elements can collide.
The balcony bows like a bridge unmaintained.
Song birds are silent, their hearts uninspired.
Grape vines hunker down as if never trained.
Scarlet petals fall, their fragrance expired.
Shattered is the night sky like sharp glass shards.
Sparks, once in our eyes, liquify the ground.
Minstrels are mute in abandoned courtyards.
Pitter-patter is the refraining sound.
Masquerade faces can no longer hide
from the truth that beauty departs with death.
A dagger divides a young groom and bride;
lamenting cries consume their final breath.
The script is flipped over like clover in mud.
Misconstrued love poisons life-giving blood.
8-15-2022
Morning light filtered thru the hazy crust
pale shades, white cloud clusters lay along the sky
beneath thickened layers of atmospheric dust
a sprinkling of powdery blues liquify,
points where the sun and warm peeked thru
rays that strained at every tug and pull,
the shadow dancers appear beneath the trees
in waltzes elegant with perceived up down breeze
when August slid and glided in,
the shadow dancers came
images delightfully ingrained
just before dispersal of the summer rain.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
Sharp fusillades of hail pelt down...and glance --
Far distant thunder calls, and echoes a reply.
Sunshine, streaming through the clouds, lights up the sky;
Like sunlight, shattered by a prism, rainbows dance --
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
In search of worms, a daring robin, keen and spry --
As warbling songbirds greet a pristine world, entranced.
Far distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.
The earth seems, here and there, to nearly liquify --
Stray raindrops falling, glisten...happenstance.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
In full glorious bloom, wildflowers revivify...
Like tiny armies, windswept, sway and prance;
While distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.
Rows of thunderheads, arraigned, withdraw on high --
While shadows flee -- daylight makes swift advance.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by;
While distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.
Previously published in Lyrical Iowa, 1993
Written March 27th, 2005
Apple Snapple
Dunkin pumpkin
Savage Passage
12/25/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Spring
A sweet whistling breeze
Sways upon
A mighty tree
Bare and dead as it seems
Awakens from a deep sleep
A cool, crisp mist
Trails through the fog
A dreary winter left behind
Buds open up
And leaves assume their position
Black gloomy silhouettes of bird skating on ice
Fish fossilized and frozen in time
Nut and berry
The awakening has begun
The sun shines brighter
And for a longer duration
Thunder brings rain
And nourishment,
Icicles liquify
And drip are rain drops
Toads leave their hiding place
To eat and to mate
Such is true of toad and snake ,
Of lizard and bee eater
Of flamingo
Long necked and elongated legged
Flamingo assemble for feeding and coupling
Of moth and butterfly
Of cricket and grasshopper
Daises surround the place
All the mamas of the forest
Guard their eggs for summertime
Taking a risk on life
They dig and build nests to survive
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
07/16/19
Espy it
Eye it
Identify it
Buy it
Untie it
Liquify it
Fry it
Dry it
Fortify
Glorify it
Dignify it
Purify It
Certify it
C'mon -- try it!
Can't -- On a diet...
As Love Dies #2
In me, I see the twilight of that day of the year,
Where weathering leaves could not hold on,
As this chill of romance, your love made me feel dried,
While the big lads sat aside laughing at me,
As our love dies and I know how I love you as go.
Because I thought when dare calls us, we will not care,
A dream I wished you could stand to bear,
My bed is catching a cold because you are not here,
Reality embraced is my loss, but pains, I couldn't squash the "perfect time" I swear,
Though to you was a game chase won and quit,
As the love dies,.... it echoed.
I ran in shame of vulturous eyes chasing me,
Death seconds itself, which by night takes away,
The beauty in the life of our love and romance,
You did not understand the full intensity of my pain,
As you made me love-shy.
When did the effervescence of our love stop to bliss?
How did the plantation of our love liquify to decay?
You served your beauty with no excuses,
As you take my pie for granted, oh! Oh! As love fades away...
Incinerate me with your fierce ardor
Dissolve your very being into me
We converge and detonate
Into a state of bliss
Your osculations are exceptionally pleasurable
As i liquify and flow into your veins
To forever be in your heart literally
Intaking your ambiance straight to my brain
Seeping into your arms like molten wax
Endeavoring to extract your very essence
Longing uncontrollably for your contact
Your hands not only touches my skin
Your hands caresses my heart and soul
Sending me spiraling into penetrating delight
That overcomes my senses and renders me
Susceptible to your every impulse
Which always leaves my form
Vibrating ferociously
Purrrrr
It is a chronic disease
that eats away at my soul
as my weakened mind
allows it to creep into the
crevices of my brain.
It destroys the skin
on my hands and face,
picking at it until it bleeds,
leaving open sores
and patches of raw flesh
that scab over
only to be torn open again.
It infiltrates my
defense mechanisms,
distorting perception
until my sense of rationality
dangerously melts into
irrational territory.
I unknowingly cross over
into a place where my thoughts
become mutated in the thick saturation
of insecurity,
and the contents of my brain
slowly begin to liquify.
A diaster that fell through the cracks
A mystery of lies
He wishes he was one of her facts
But when you take a beauty that doesn't look
A change in the wind will be the fall
There's a dialtone
She's too dead to take his call
When he looks foward the future is sepia toned
She gave his life the color she now lacks in her cheeks
Yet denial phoned
That was the call that was taken
A heart that refuses to believe its breaking
All those smiles she was faking
Fragments of his soul sits gray in the ashtray
The ice in his eyes liquify
She vowed her soul to a hellbent guy before his eyes
He jumped up to say "she might as well die"
But he would never want to make her cry
Golden rings lock in
She signs her soul over
So that she could spare her lover's life
Because that's what Lucifer told her
If he knew he'd rather be six feet under
Than to have been saved at the cost of Lucifer being by her side
Forget me quickly.
Don't let the summer heat
blister into fall.
Do not think of me fondly.
Do not think of me at all.
Let the thoughts liquify
of our incondescent affair.
This is not for you to bare;
so let this melt slippery
and wash with mid-summer rain
down a lost Italian drain.
Do not remember me sweetly.
Do not remember me at all.
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