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As I was walking late one night along a downtown street
I came upon a sad, sad sight that led to hope’s deplete.
The painted ladies paced the night in black stiletto heels,
and searched beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
Along the row of sleezy bars and smoke filled cabarets
where lonely men forget their scars and drown their woes away;
there walked a girl so innocent, so gentle, meek, and mild;
the pains of life lay imminent before this virgin child.
She left her home and came out west, from Kansas I believe;
the search for stardom was her quest; she thought she could achieve.
Her dream be famous and be seen, a movie star to be;
to see her face upon the screen and name up on marquee.
But fame is such a fickle friend, and always out of reach;
when lost, her life did soon descend and innocence impeach.
Like those who came before her found, to make ends meet somehow,
you had to compromise your ground, give up, give in, and now
she’s doomed to always walk the night in black stiletto heels,
and search beneath the neon light for what the dark conceals.
And this, my story thus concludes a tale of childhood lost;
for most the quest for fame eludes, and comes at such a cost.
April 30, 2018
In dreams that she shall wait for me
On misty banks of weathered shoreline,
deplete by ocean’s endless play
Of scattered seas in ageless voyage
and sunsets formed on borrowed bay
Horizons beckon with a daydream,
in distant lines on forward flow
To breezes captured always welcome
as if someone you once did know
A jetty sits in foam laced waters,
eclipsing cold against its skin
Within the sights it surely witnessed,
moon beamed patterns once again
This solitude of thoughts provoking,
a heartbeat dances on a wave
For memories we’ve long forgotten
and many which our hearts have saved
Now here I sit in meditation,
alone of nature’s melody
For this is where my love has spoken,
my woman of the evening sea
This night and every there before me
brings soft, a touch of love so kind
Beyond the washing waves of splendor
for but a voice to call her mine
And now I face this grand conclusion,
what’s meant to be is all I ask
For on the sun’s due north arrival
I stand a’ ready for the task
To send my love to her unending
so far beyond this echoed plea
And pray to find her perfect whispers
in dreams that she shall wait for me
Good night Soupers
I adorn your flesh in trivial words and heat,
The quartz in each brushwork may deplete.
Ashy blossoms under shattered feet,
In the dusk, inspired by optimization accrete.
Deep-set violet eyes without a discreet,
Reaching clouds that cover your sight beat.
Seeking to deprive the tempo of greet,
Illuminating this obstacle isn't defeat.
When your sight is adequate to compete,
I shall entice you till our bones excrete.
Betrayals occur during the heat of deceit,
Overwhelmed in combustion entreat.
Salt from the sea is in tears and downbeat,
Inhaling every color of poetry may reheat.
I bestow my words to the shells of your feat,
Leaving blurry traces in my vision to meet.
You are safe and muttered during the retreat,
I am inhaling your irrational fear and heat.
Rose petals satiate voids in the heartbeat.
Written: December 04, 2022
From the beginning I was your inspiration to see,
And in no prideful way did I take it personally,
You kept my heart hidden again and again,
And I could never understand why.. not now nor then,
But believe it or not, I didn't mind,
Because you could never take what was already mine,
My thoughts, my emotions, my reasoning to see,
And all that life has taught me that makes me me,
And I was never greedy to share my heart with you,
Because many people hold back due to trust issues,
And not only that... I've seen them hoard their knowledge and life lessons,
Like it's a prize their heart attained and molds their very existence,
Like if they were to give it away..it would deplete who they are,
It their well kept secrets that actually keep them in the dark,
Without explanation they believe it's their own,
But in all actuality that much is meant to be shown,
The hearts given nature, the exchanges and refills,
Are part of moving forward so we're not stuck in still,
Still is momentarily and essential yet not all the time,
Sharing our hearts elevates the love in our lives,
It takes us further than what we knew before,
And every amount we give God always restored,
Let's just be truthful, it was never ours from the door,
It's not a shield of protection, or an image you hoard,
Unless you want to stagnant and stay right where your at,
Believing it belongs to you to keep your image intact,
Which shows you time and time again those chaines that bind,
Why you would even want such foolishness blows my mind,
Always think of your intentions behind what you hold back,
Because it can trick you into believing your protecting where your at.
Maya Amour
Where is my girl
Where is the girl
Just where has she gone
Where is my love I call my own
Where is the girl who so all alone
She had eyes fair as gold
Sparkling brown skin the body I'm told
Made of satin and silk pure
You pour in my saucer
Honey you're my glass of milk
Kisses are pure loving I'm sure
Can turn any boy to a man
But why I just bet she can
When your heart adjust
Can wiggle
Make me laugh give me a little giggle
Make you feel good kisses I hear you on your lips
While grinding her little hips
Make you submit some love juice
Then should get up at turn you loose
Tell you that was fun and she loves
You love you please her pleasure
Made it easier
For your next love affair
That's my type of girl
Who gives me what I want
When I need it that's my type
Of girl who gives me
When my heart me deplete it
When you're here hardly just to get
Will make you laugh
Give you a little giggle
Make you feel good kiss you on your lips
while you're grinding those little hips
Just where has she gone
Where is the girl who is also alone
Sparkly brown skin
Totally made of satin and silk
Poured into my saucer honey
You're my glass of milk
Where is my girl
Just where has she gone
Where is my love I call my own
3/27/70
Written word by James Edward Lee 1970, 2020
Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying
Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief
The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge
Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge
Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge
Improvisational expression after structural defeat
Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat
Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet
Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete
We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws
While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more
As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor
I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for?
Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ?
Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering
Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering
As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering
Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky
Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry
Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy
Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Relying on thought as a crutch,
insentient to bliss beat’s touch,
no wonder we feel incomplete,
so perhaps it’s time to declutch.
Instinct driven patterns repeat,
without feeling magnetic heat,
as grace of God, divine sublime,
birthing bliss that does not deplete.
If Jacob’s ladder we would climb,
poised in silence, marking not time,
as pure awareness self-aware,
our presence conjures a love rhyme.
Melding head with heart, as they pair,
save joy, we’ve nothing to declare,
mind rests and with no dots to join,
cravings of ego we outstare.
Soul and God, as they so conjoin,
wisdom of sages we purloin,
that in this dream life, it’s a fact,
all are one, sides of the same coin.
Forging with love and light a pact,
the God code is by us thus hacked,
that as we so metamorphose,
attachments held onto retract.
Breath by breath bliss radiance grows,
more so when we are in repose,
brightening glow of our aura,
which exudes fragrance of love’s rose.
when our body-mind dissolves
ego recedes, soul evolves
with soul an offshoot of God
Who is known when heart has thawed
entering thought cessation
dropping body sensation
we as consciousness expand
obeying our heart’s demand
whilst humming a soundless verse
we swallow the universe
as the breath of God Himself
and then behold light of Self
our true Self stands outside time
and space, mirroring God’s chime
feeling complete, bliss replete
as light that does not deplete
from God comes Self, from Self soul
in pulse dual, in its role
each module merging with source
when life has run its full course
there is as such no one here
yet all are one, to us dear
God is in us, we’re in Him
in these dreams in which we swim
In twilight’s grasp a love once bright,
now tangled in a fading light.
A cherished soul, a memory’s dance,
embraced by time’s relentless trance.
In wandering paths, they roam,
a journey through the mist unknown.
A mind adrift on waves unseen,
yet in their heart, love’s flame still gleams.
The moments shared now echoes past,
a fleeting smile, a love that lasts.
Though memories may slip away,
their essence lingers day by day.
In moments when confusion reigns,
And words are lost in flight,
I’ll hold your hand through all the pains,
And be your beacon light.
Through laughter, tears, and tender care,
we’ll hold them close, their burdens bear.
For in the shadows, we will find,
a love that’s boundless, intertwined.
In the depths of eyes once bright and clear,
flickers of recognition may appear.
A smile that graces like a gentle breeze,
though the storm of forgetfulness may seize.
With tender touch and patience, we embrace
the fragments of their essence, a sacred space.
Each day an adventure, a new journey’s start
as we traverse the labyrinth of the heart.
Though the past may fade, love’s flame will glow,
its embers eternal, steadfast, and slow.
For in this dance of shadows and light,
our bond remains unbroken, day or night.
Through laughter, tears, and moments bittersweet,
we find solace in the love that cannot deplete.
In every tender touch and whispered word,
we find the essence of the one we have heard.
In the twilight of memories, they reside,
a soul once vibrant, now veiled and tied.
Yet we will stand by their side, forever near,
for love transcends the bounds of what we hear.
So, let us treasure each fleeting day,
embrace the fragments in twilight’s grasp.
For in this journey, together we will be,
a beacon of love for all eternity.
Early/mid afternoon May 22nd, 2020...
Raindrops percolate Perkiomen Valley watershed
pleasant reprieve versus quite warm temperatures
yesterday found yours truly averse attempting re:
ding outside, the secluded alcove visible looking
thru single bedroom window here, once upon time
former Schwenksville Elementary School, now re:
purposed Highland Manor apartment alphanumeric
unit B44, 2day precipitation lightly palpitating terra
firma quenching thirsty flora and fauna donning viz
age fifty plus shades of lush green meteorological
regular phenomena offsets prospect where drought
would deprive biota requisite liquid nourishment
speculation June, July, and August promise triple
digits essentially forcing creature comfort ala air
conditioning as climate control to weather extreme
hot temperatures linkedin with global warming, a
grim prospect lately tempered courtesy coronavirus
COVID-19 inexplicably temporarily giving respite
the Earth atmosphere purportedly less toxic since
countless manifold modes of industrial production
lockdown subjected since employees in quarantine
to thwart contagion infecting adjacent areas, thus
impacting transportation hub, no substantial traffic
most rerouted thru information superhighway data
bits and bytes sent to and fro, hither and yon, until
"green light" signalled for businesses to reorient
themselves to alternate paradigm, hoop fully more
eco friendly less dependent upon fossil fuels, where
greenhouse gases deplete ozone layer compromising
delicate balance offset severely trending toward by
Yoda - star wars pitched battles witnessing galactic
empires armed 2 teeth with supersonic weapons mass
destruction spelling demise of human civilization
think brinkmanship whereby within eyeblink en-
tire realm encompassing eastern, western, northern
southern, brethren and cistern multifarious legacies
snuffed out without a trace extinguishing gamut of
living things great and small, perchance world wide
web overtaken with radiation resistant critters, an
unrecognizable changing of the guard when no pry
mates abled (Cain not) wrest control against giant
size carnivorous entities deliciously feast carrion
until nothing but lovely bleached (bomb shelled)
bones scattered across the pock marked terrestrial
landscape - mush room 4 opportunistic organisms.