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Beep, beep, beep.
Said the bird.
It’s just like when I would wake up for school…
When I lived in the real world.
Of windows that open, and parents that will call for me.
But I’m not in school I dropped out and failed and something happened and now I’m here…
I’m drifting in and out in and out.
It’s like- I can sort of see things, but I wonder if they can see me?
Like a ghost, but I can’t go through walls for some reason.
I don’t really care, anyway.
Because I’m going to cry in these halls! I don’t care if I’m not really a ghost and I’ll have to face my parents after this catharsis…
I’m on the phone with them, I think.
So their voices sound different.
But everything sounds different.
Echoing.
Screaming.
Beeping that turns to birds chirping on a school morning.
Like when I was in school.
Remember mom?
I was in school.
And now I’m not.
I've been trapped in my body for some time now.
Don't get me wrong,
I can move and talk while things go on around me.
What I really need to do is shoot into the sky,
Leave my body completely.
I was made to float and jet.
Yet here I am stuck with gravity
And these clunky legs.
Even my brain needs to breathe.
The skull can be so cramping.
I have skull fever.
My whole body is quiety burning from the inside.
A polite lightning bolt
With the dimmer switch forced down.
You can see my need to burst forth.
And to let them all know,
To make a hole in the roof
Unless it happens in my sleep.
I can hear the chicks now,
Cheep-cheep.
And now the robots,
Beep-beep.
It's time to do my thing.
It's time to dance and sing.
I align my canvas.
The paint comes after.
Everywhere.
My eyes go.
Flowing and running.
Far from home.
In the studio.
Far from the blue ocean.
I use green, instead.
Splattering. Patterns.
Then destroying the patterns.
Then I turn my canvas around…
When you have a mental illness.
Painting becomes the main quest.
Trying to sleep? I have given up.
I let my paints erupt.
At 3:00 am, I hear the microwave beep.
The paint starts to creep.
Everywhere is a mess.
I confess…
I used to align my canvas, just right.
But now it is spinning.
Paint comes after.
Clean up comes after.
Sleep comes after…
Or maybe I’ll start a new painting.
My passion is the open passage
Passages open up the door
That moment my soul turned pedestrian
Passages open up the doors
Deep into that darkness open
Passages open up the door
A room skyline in brim
Darken blackness coal black as the heavens
Knock, knock, knock
Passages open up the door
Opens the door, gated community
Locks are draping
The gateless gazebo gaping
Free the robins and the squrielles, please
The out-of-doors overpass operating
Automobiles Beep, beep, beep…
My mind always strays to storms
Knock, knock, knock
Opens the door, gated community
A wonder that I can sleep
The thundery tempest transitioning
I heard an empty, naked holding
My skin out of body experience
Passages open up the door
Passages open up the door
Doors are open once more
Passage open up the door
2/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
The sheer maintenance of the probability,
Nothing is comparable to our garrulous mendacity.
Nothing can be called a consummate pattern,
Except for any tremendous aching, this life would only be a fallacious earn.
You are just an archetypal passer-by without any aim,
You want to play an unwarranted game.
Your loudest silence is another offence,
In this horrifying reality, you are nothing but an object of pretence.
I am only a creep,
Who cannot conclude anything by hearing a beep.
I am nothing but a remiss whisper,
Who always follows the astute pied pipers.
We are the prerequisites for the uncustomary laws,
You and I are awaiting the perfect pause.
To pause for the first time is to give us a promotion,
To resume our voice is just waiting for the untold damnation.
In my feathers, you will live long,
Throughout the flight to blessed hell, you want to sing an eerie song.
You want to reside in my flawless illusion,
This unfeasible expedition is nothing but a callous vision.
Met Anouka in my artistic dream.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
Ooooo, aaaaah, vroom, virtual booting machine.
Zap, plonk, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock!
She sails far above stars in rocket dreams.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
High tech ignites surreal dreams on jet-pack.
Eeeeyowww power-down wails through feedback-tack.
Pew-pew ding-ding, zoooop-strong glitch-burst dream-hack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock.
Static discharge fzzzt skritch bleeee krrrshhh thwunk shock.
Bleeble-bloop strong sunlight's bright light clock-tock.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual machine bot-rock.
She glides far above stars in rocket dreams.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual dreams bool machine.
Glitch-bursts unravel what the swoop-code deems.
Onomatopoeia blooms in moonbeams.
Sci-fi textures whirr-click through neon streams.
Zap, planks, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka's inspiration shines in beams.
Pulsar void pulse with tick tock astral gleam.
Anouka swirls in streaming swooshy dreams!
I met Anouka in an artist's dream.
Blue studio shined.
Cosmic clouds swiftly divined.
Ethereal finds.
Cloudy blue sculptures
Await dreaming visitors,
Future creators.
There was a table
With rectangular artworks,
Each with its own cloud.
The shapes were simple,
Embedded in the dreamscape,
Clouds becoming bright.
Art from inner mind,
As soul relays a message
About tomorrow.
Sparkling bright jewel,
Delightful blue renewal.
Absorb the meaning.
Sparkle fizz fuzz fizz
Inner whoah woo woo night bizz
Whoosh whoosh stars sizzle!
.
There’s an urgent
Need To collar
A Device. Humans
In politics In boardrooms
A Wearable Necktie
With Microchip
To sense lies
and beep
Is easy
doable.
Dress code
New Formal
A lie detector
It shall Sense
Nerve signals
& temperature
Breath pattern
Physiology etc.
Any aberration
Slightest twitch
Instrument will
Flash and Beep
No Deception In
The New Formal
This we just need
Serious not funny
Make it mandatory
For Accountability
At the highest level
Politics- Commerce
A fool- proof device
Is a billion collar plan
Shall Save The World
From Men in Authority
From Corrupt Humans’
Lies and Deception
A Mandatory
Wear
In New Normal
Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen
Within mere nanoseconds,
(or less than an instagram ming
kickstarter reddit snap,
chat ting shutter
fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental
restorative meditation,
(though there be
unREM burr hubble
dream times re:
viz zit ting me
"Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
shut-eye as
requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky,
junky, and yucky,
sans like the Cisco kid)
ready to be
tossed on scrapheap,
and wanna get
right back asleep
this, no matter
e'en if temporarily
feel rested, and cheap
per after doze'n
(ala bright tailed, sheep
push, and bushy eyed),
primed to leap,
over historically
fattened dustheap,
nonetheless this ole baby
boomer purportedly reap
aired awakens from deep
slumber, yet suddenly without
warning internal forces
overpowering, qua in
tense gravitational pull
immediately pulling slip
ping vacuuming
suction yanking me (a dude
dill ling Yankee) helplessly,
irresistibly back into zzz
top land of Honah Lee
courtesy of Sleepy's
easy chair holy jeep
pers, analogous to Uriah Heap,
when clear out the blue...
(screen of death), what should
appear without a clue,
but hypersomnia (excessive daytime
sleepiness) heavy as an Emu
pursuing with full force
like gang (lion) busters goo
goo wing nsync with
Doctor Zeus then stopping,
cuz Horton hears a hoo
cryptic message loo
wuss lee translated
(by Alaska Natives
holed up in their igloo)
essentially means view
pixels will unwittingly woo
spell bind and forever bind you
to a flickr ring cursor
and aux com1 (an ex port)
whatsapp pining
to the human zoo.
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
She waits
Until I cry in my arms for you
babe
When I think of you
Until I cradle my feelings for you to bleed my eyes babe
When I think of you
Until I authentic to show my
breathe for you babe
When I think of you
Until i beep my beats to the
reflection of your body into
my soul babe
When I think of you
Until I hug the heat after the
sunset from your body babe
When I think of you
Until I wait for you to allow me
for a kiss babe
When I think of you
Until the candle which gets on
melt and give me the rays of
our love like an ocean infront
of god until I pary next that is
same that my love stay till
my life
When or when she waits for me
When I think of you babe......
Happy valentine day to you....
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri