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The first time that cold sharp metal blade slid across your skin while you were lying on the bathroom floor was the first moment you realised you were as mentally deluded as you thought you were
The blood that dripped down your leg gave you a sense of comfort and warmth that was unmatched
Opening up your skin was easier then letting someone inside ur heart, creating scars that will never heal made u feel alive making your heart pumping with adrenaline
The first time you compared urself to the skinnier slimmer prettier girls made you self conscious, every time you passed a mirror you saw more flaws in yourself, more pieces of yourself u could depict and compare
The crippling feeling that you are insufferable creeps up into ur mind taking control of it like a puppeteer and you are the puppet
The first time you realised you were a mistake, a disappointment a failure made you seek that blade again and again and again until you layed in a pool of your blood lying on the freezing bathroom floor, the same place you sat the first night you dragged the cold sharp metal blade on your skin.
The blade whispered to you like an old friend, it was an unbreakable habit, you were so helpless laying on that bathroom floor that first time not knowing it would lead to this.
I used to be a poet
Topics I knew nothing of
Got so slow it
hurt, I once wrote about love
Love was never a guy
And I know you want me to say
"Oh because love was I"
But I was an ashtray
Where love ends up
After it burned a flame so bright
You could put it out in a cup
But unlike water, I never did fight
Light airy ash piling up
Like the abandoned thought of me
The addiction is never enough
Yet smoke you can never see
My glow slowly crushed
Before I could fully dissappear
Your skin is so flushed
Keep her far but I'm always here
A cough won't make me leave
Lingering in your breath
Somebow even I can't breathe
Corrosion until death
I sit in this place
Things are finished not started
Adrenaline of a high speed chase
His breathe and his voice slowly departed
It's like chasing smoke
You can't catch what's not there
Don't forgive me if I misspoke
You would know, this isn't supposed to be fair
Now love feels so warm
Ashtray cold, old, discarded
Craved the heat now I'm torn
Burn marks so deep I never restarted
Recover
Bring back the shiny silver tray
Oh lover
To a God you don't know, just pray
Pray until your knees fall to the ground
Pick up the cigarette I never got
Click click, the lighter, that sound
Fire the bullet you never shot
You can't Punk my metal, you can't Punk my metal/
You may steal my ouija board from the cemetery/
But, you can never punk my metal/
You can't Punk my metal, my verses are stainless/
All my opponents are like zombies, they're brainless/
Their verses are painless, you don't feel a thing/
But every time I speak, you feel it in your veins/
Adrenaline high, my songs are do or die/
Trying to imitate my style, you can't even try/
My word play is something that you can not explain/
All these metal wannabe are just Plain Jane/
I'm changing the game, you a pawn in the way/
This King will take your Queen, it's nothing you can say/
You just trying to stay afloat, I'm the skipper on this boat/
You can either demote, or bow down and devote/
I'm coming to your town, and I'm coming with a vengeance/
Vengeful... No time for repentance/
Sinful... No time to just listen/
You can't Punk my metal so just stop pretending/
I am the superior, exterior and the ulterior/
You can not compare, it's clear that you're inferior/
The best to ever do it, the greatest to ever try it/
If I think it, it appear, all I gotta do is write it/
I spit nothing but fire, like a full submachine gun/
My verses are true, they're not repetitious/
We don't like your metal, but that's none of my business/
You a punk rocker, you should be a TikToker/
With these metal head actors, who deserve them an Oscar/
Imposters, give the people what they deserve/
And retire while you still can, hurry up I urge/
It's really your only option before you get eradicated/
You killing the metal game and my fans hate it/
I'm killing the metal game and everyone loves it/
I'm exposing all frauds, and you got busted/
“which memories to us are near
moments of joy or those of fear”
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Some like romance
Others horror films
Joys of innocence
Or adrenaline grim
Life is but a play
Which we direct
As actors we sway
Since we forget
When we do awake
We laugh at last
Burning at the stake
Was just a role cast
There is yet a catch
In the game enacted
Ego onto us does latch
Impersonation undetected
Upon so believing
That we are a somebody
The act of self deceiving
Attracts vibrations shoddy
Karma comes into force
Erased by inner cleansing
Shedding elements coarse
By love and light healing
Faster option is to recognise
In the here and now
Ceasing to weigh and size
No fears for tomorrow
Thus the so called awakening
Is merely the re-cognition
Whilst while meditating
Vibrant in blissful elation
08-December-2020
WANDERING PLACE GET ME WAKA
Hey, hey heyyy yeah yeah, hey, hey hey O yeah
Elevate high, high, soul high
reach komot touch skies
adrenaline get me wetin
wandering place get me waka
same space different place
i shall no bi be dismayed
placed on top a separate plate
be no on top dessert
wandering place get me waka
sweating mai crown be moist
sweet be the voice
you be mai choice
come close
wandering place get me waka
so beaming down
i waaka di town
mai head up
i hide for dem bush
mai hair needs a brush
wetin di heck
no gi me gimme dat look
need no kudi cause i get cabbage
lettuce carrot you
wandering place get me waka
same space different place
i shall no bi be dismayed
placed on top a separate plate
be no on top dessert
sweating mai crown be moist
wandering place get me waka
Elevate high, high, soul high
Reach out touch skies, adrenaline got me wetin
Pidgin English
8/18/26
by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
Undoubtedly the last beautiful sunny summer day
Hoped for yet so unexpected happy effervescence
No clouds in the sky gentlest breeze stirring the bouquet
Clinging to every last loving shred of benevolence
Everyone so aware this day is but an aurevoir
So much better than any shot of adrenaline
As the doddering sun remorsefully kisses our skin
Awake soaking in all that warm sunspun honey nectar
Seems birds butterflies and bees all astir
Hustle their one last dance before the snow
Though it may not fall upon us tomorrow
It lurks we all know just around that corner
Golden glow on ecstatic grinning silhouettes
Quivering translucent gold sprinkles on charades
Take heed moments of borrowed time when the sun sets
Gone the last summer whirl for fall crispness invades
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
It stands in the middle of the field looking furiously across the distance with its two ears shooting in the sky and its adrenaline rising up in its feet and running around with fear.
What is the meaning in this when you are trying to get away from the precipice, the corners around it are very steep and it is walking towards the middle of the street running around in circle and doing a double dance.
The morning starts off with a bang with lots of media bangarang , pundits and commentators, deal breakers and opinion makers all gather around the town looking at full moon, and the miracle to be declared at noon.
It has been months of wrangle tangling and more than a hundred thousand hours of deal making and trucks full of negotiation driving up and down the street.
It alone knows what it wants, and it can only be said in expressions or in a few words moving slowly from the lips; it is not to be written on paper or fold up in a diaper but to be tendered gently and delivered with the rush of the breeze.
The horse is still walking around the track with a miracle mounted on its back and the sole of its feet has a marking that will show you how to enter the dome and exchange the throne.
Two phases are over and some people have just crossed over, the mountain is clear but the ambush is drawing near, a chicken in the middle of the street will make your heartbeat, it is unusual to see chickens in the middle of a busy street when traffic is flowing in several direction, and if you see a reindeer coming out of the bush leave that place quickly it might be an ambush .
The grape is running up the vine, the tension has decreased and the officials have taken to the street to stand in solidarity with the horse and the moose. I am wounded but I am not done yet, I will make your body sweat, I will go the extra miles until you breakdown and cry and I will lift you up and mount you on the horse and take you home.
A relay of moods dribbles on and on
when euphoric tunes kick in:
Jazz, R& B, slow funk, wild pop
igniting primal ecstasy, in the flesh...raw!
Live music leaves me breathless
as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling
from saxophones blast these veins...
until intoxicated head convulses,
Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso
gyring in motions unknown—
the cortisol of anticipation surging
adrenaline doses gushing...just then,
Philip Bailey whams a falsetto,
higher than high in a climatic lift;
my whole body possessed without Reasons
on Fantasy’s electric stage—
Another grasp of dismembering reality lures
where smoky thirst begs for more notes;
an elevated zing which drugs my soul …
yet, nights ask for more live concerts.
4/17/2019
For Anthony Slausin: Your Amphetamine Contest
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Earth, Wind and Fire Live Performance
Manila, 2009
Lead Singer: Philip Bailey/ Songs: Reasons, Fantasy
Sample video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1FN6X_86NY
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Arms stretched, hands up, commanding a halt
Obedience and fate will now compete
His adrenaline pumping like a drumbeat
His eyes shut tightly sting with warm sweat's salt
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Flinching at each tire screech, yet never leaves his feet
As if they were glued down to the hot asphalt
Obedience and fate will now compete
The driver’s brake and squirm in their seat
Some swerve, eking by in black, white and cobalt
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
He holds position and will not retreat
His reasons hid far away and locked in a vault
Obedience and fate will now compete
How many humans are more sour than sweet
If they don’t try the brake, is he solely at fault
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Obedience and fate will now compete
November 2, 2022
Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
A spirit is what it is,
sharing yet selfish, starving yet sated,
a humble sky that can erupt into a hurricane,
can be an avalanche on the mountain of confidence,
it will be a maternal calm in a moment of marbled mania,
or shatter the laughter of happiness with the pompous scorn of suspicion,
This element of unapologetic adrenaline is magnetic,
tickles our tastes like a feather of silky sweetness,
shapes the clay of a body's cunning with lust lost in a thirsty lick,
bestows bravery on Jealousy and can make a fool of Devotion,
Destiny is the web of it's dance, Fate the funeral of it's expectations,
Designs dreams and shares tears with Death,
weddings and wars, crimes and kindness are famiar family,
Joy, the breakfast of it's youth,
Determination, the dragon of it's desire,
walks like weather too cool for sunshine
breathes like butter burnin in a salty simmer,
the only force known
to be capable of creation and destruction with equal ease,
Love is the name, Life is the game,
cinnamon on the breath of suspense -
J.A.B.