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"Niagra and the wise."
fresh waters of life
relief self impurities
to a fateful fall
"Do you hear what I hear?"
rawhide winds of war
birched last's stand amidst saviors
a tree faints away
"The void that Earth began."
mirages are dreams
of sand ~ prep A -- straight line to
... be -- and stay alive
"The Beaches of Warwick" NOT JK
Cher baby don't go
Miami sharks are biting
deBATE ~ still they go
"2024 sales higher than street drugs."
against popular
demand ~ Americans still
care of how they look
"The nature of ado."
it's a time for us
all the kids will visit me
~ the ado I need
unspoken ~
the siren of sour-ice sunsets
hangs on the cusp of kismet ~
tied with swarovski threads
of viper-thorns and
sinful solstice seasons ,
I, the mistress of the snake,
slither with the minstrel ,
laying the cobra crown
of ash feathers ~
on your elysian epitaph
where the solaris weeps
and esoteric emeralds sigh …
O blush opal love …
you were my Ouroboros ~
in the skin of seven-scaled saint,
the snake biting its tale
forming forever sparks
of flaming rose rings ~
as eternity emanated healing
on sapphire heart-fire,
surfing on the crest of the sea
with coconut-scented kayaks
that reach beyond
the endlessness of the earth ,
and there was still
a lore of life lulled
by devil-oysters
and ocean-dragons
until death fed
upon what never felt alive …
I reminisce the mists
of medieval romance ~
rippling in your rage
as remorse remained weary
and the clouds
spilled a thousand secrets
soaked with teal and topaz,
this moon-water
became a venom song,
shean and slippery ~
with sarcastic notes
bleeding in velvet,
and the fangs of the fortnight
remained fatal
with their fever of fixation …
but … maybe
our longing is a myth
a reincarnated taboo,
flowing in psychedelic papers ~
like a tributary aching to meet
the soul of silver ink ~
because a torn canvas
is two paintings
consumed into one …
as if, pulses of the lost
dwell between
the diamond edges
becoming twin-flame breaths ~
and the sun sighs
defeated by the
ancestral spirits
hanging low
within the smudge
of liquid sins
in the sky drenched
with smokey blood
of the dusk and the dawn …
in this pathological
heist of premordial passion ~
let the kiss of the serpent
exhume me …
let the python primroses
dress the infancy
of affection that could
not come true …
because,
I'm seduced by the stars
without a script ,
love-drunk on desire
as you melt my tears
into your sweet fire ~
where I blemish …
within wrinkled ache
betrayed … and buried
beneath the pearls you left for me …
I have
no tears in my eyes,
no sorrow in my sighting,
no faded mood in my face
I am not hungry
my body is not emaciated
I go to gym every day
I have no lack of clothing and foods
I enjoy the day and night wastefully
I enjoy the scorching summer and biting winter cold
I enjoy the autumn and spring copiously
I'm walking boastfully beside you
but this you have no food to just living,
no cloths in this biting cold,
no bed to sleep a while,
nothing has for you on this earth
this you have no way to enjoy the autumn and spring
this you, every you are going to die every day
without concerning of inhuman like me!
my ecstasy, my elegancy, my aristocracy,
my so called pious-religious sense
leads me to the upper staircase of skyscraper palace,
leads me to the well-protected religion temple fort
but in my (inhuman-conscienceless)eyes
you are the sinner of previous birth
or you are unlucky creation
or cursed of Creator on this earth!
oh! how wondrous this beastly me
I feel Shame
I feel Shame
DAMN on the inhuman me!
oh! my ravenous belly
eats, drinks shamelessly
and wastes beastly
Oh! how can I
still claim that
I'm human!
I'm civilized!
I'm religious!
where thousands of peoples
die on starvation,
die on hungry procession!
-February 05, 2020 Chattogram, BD
Visualizing Warm Raspberry Cobbler
I dive into the raspberry bushes with gusto
But carefully, wanting to save my soft-skinned arms and hands
Because I know the biting and chomping of the thorn's teeth.
Notice sister’s basket has a few more berries, so competition is on!
Ouch! Ow! Haste tears up my skin in earnest
Puny tight raspberry, but it might add volume, so I grab it.
We return to grandma’s house with two full baskets of raspberries.
Glad we beat the crows to them this year.
Our hands are berry-stained, for we ate a few on the way.
Thinking of the raspberry cobbler we’ll have tonight.
Warm with cold sweet ice cream.
My bloody arm and hand scratches heal as my mind tastes it.
Humanity Hell bound
'Humanity!' O, 'Yes humanity!'
You warned me about your insanity
somewhat louder than the Christianity
you warned me about the inhumanity
My wrong choices
My determined hard core voices
That evil hopelessness – our evil that’s in our hearts
I have dreamed of the people
and the ignorance never populating
Genocides,
Killing off souls trying to hide
I crave the barbarous, barbaric bigotry
through which came lacking, lacking, lacking
Biting, hitting, kicking, licking
Me?
Deep into that darkness massing
Is it HELL?
Will all humanity dwell?
And the patients never imparting
Those desires of the hearts lost in…
ill humanitarian hither hospitalizing
Back into my memories bisecting
Dissecting spirits and dreams
Demons ridicule and laughing
much I marveled the magnanimous, what flocking
Death shall bring occupants
While I pondered, Malachite and mocking?
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Blackness…
I’m afraid
I can feel it, so dense
It knows me… it holds me
As it to keep me in suspense
Where am I?
I’m terrified, my throat is dry
I can feel it…
The blackness rubbing against me
It loves me… it wants me
I feel it’s hungry
“Hello?”
“Any body there?”
I can hear some
It’s near, I swear
“OK! The jokes over,”
“It’s not funny any more.”
“You win, I give in,”
“Just open the door”
“Hello?”
“Oh! God”
The screaming
Now I’m really scared
It’s piercing,
Increasing
With every breath
Oh! God make it stop
I’m on my knees
I’m blocking my ears
It gets louder, make it stop please!!!
Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I’m burning, I’m on fire
I can feel every desire
Amplifying
Agonising
Stabbing me like hot wires
The blackness is biting
Chunks out of me
I cannot stop it. I can’t see it
It consuming my body
I see pictures, of people
I cursed and hate
The wrongs I did
I cannot right, it’s too late.
Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I’m burning, I’m on fire
I can feel every desire
Amplifying
Agonising
Stabbing me like hot wires
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Standing on a crag
Frozen against the storm
Wrap another layer on
Rain biting through me
Throwing coins to the waves
Trading hope for affection
Thunder without lightning
Blind on wet rocks
You pull up alongside me
Drawing back the clouds
Peeling off the wet layers
Baring my skin to the Sun
Taking me below decks
Holding me while I shiver
Safe and warm in your embrace
Melting into your beauty
I had prayed
For the waves to snatch me
Take me beneath their black peaks
Bury me on the seafloor
Now I dream of flying
Above the sea
Lighter than air itself
Straight into your heart
My yard is alive today. Everything is moving out there, with the wet grass and
Mosquitoes and wood-ticks, and other biting things hiding in the waiting grass.
At first I thought I saw some other puppies out there.
Puppies are on the brain lately here.
It began hopping in a peculiar way.
A really bushy tail.
Oh, good, a squirrel. Three of them actually, collecting walnuts.
Good. I want them gone, since I am allergic to them.
Why does my apple tree have small bead-like berries on it instead of apples?
I stand closer to the window. My apple tree is being drowned by a renegade mulberry tree.
No wonder I did not have many apples for my deer this year.
What I can instantly ascertain from my perch up high, I did not notice when I was on the ground.
How did I fail to notice this fifteen foot renegade tree when I was standing next to the apple tree yesterday?
My crepe myrtles are moving. Come to think of it, everything is moving.
This is the first long hard rain we have had in a long time.
I watch a robin hopping toward an empty bird feeder.
I should go out there, but it is wood-tick weather.
Everything is alive out there today!
The morning wakes in a bruise of gold,
where the mist is a ghost on the clover's breath.
Listen: the soil is a riddle untold,
of roots that dance in the face of death.
It's a green so loud it rings like a bell,
vibrating deep in the hollow of the wrist,
a story the ancient mountains tell
through a veil of silver and river-mist.
A fiddle's bow biting into the string—sharp, resinous, and wild.
A sudden fracture of sunlight through a heavy rain, turning the hills into shimmering glass.
The cold, damp weight of a wool sweater and the electric hum of a crowded room.
Its not just a color; it's a fever of the spring, the snap of a Guinness, the smoke of the peat.
It's the heavy, melodic weight of the ring, and the thunder of boots on cobblestone Street.
The air is thick with the scent of the rain,
tasting the salt and the coming of light,
a celebration of joy carved out of pain,
burning emerald-bright through the heart of the night.
Where do I begin to place the question that weighs upon my soul, to reveal the sin that gnaws silently,
To confess the obsession that holds me captive in chains of thoughts, seeking your wise counsel,
I walk on thin ice, with a trembling heart and uncertain steps, fearing the price I shall pay,
Will I regret this choice, to cast the dice of destiny into the hands of uncertainty,
To listen to my inner voice or to play this lottery of uncertainties,
I feel drowned in a sea of possibilities, lost between the waves of dreams and reality,
My heart beats faster, I wonder if I should leap into the abyss to uncover my hidden destiny,
Like a wound suddenly exposed, shall I provoke a disaster for which I will later weep,
Should I leave fate in the hands of the master, relinquish this game of darkness,
The roulette is the devil’s work, and I blame myself for the fear that overwhelms me,
Shame floods me like an unyielding wave, I feel my veins pulsing, ready to take the risk,
With a trembling hand, I make the decision, and I wonder if the taste will be bitter or sweet,
Here I am, biting into uncertainty, and my heart fills with unexpected joy,
Someone heard my plight, and it was a coffee, not a caramel candy,
A delicious happiness, a chocolate kiss, slowly sliding, soothing my soul,
What a perilous moment, but thank you all for being with me,
In this journey of doubt and rediscovery, I found in you a silent and precious support.