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EMBLEMS
exhilarating
renowned
themes
to hand
patches
of
light
the
curious
hung together
to
evoke&
perhaps
appropriately
encountering
harbingers
of beloved
modern art
in exploded
versions
saved
from
obscurity
to re-emerge
deploying
the immediate
&
simultaneously
ensuring
a virtuosity
conscious
of all
the intricate
shimmering
&
adorned
replicated
in
the
memorable
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
PART I.
I.
each night...
I think about the moment when we'll vanish
on the doormat of an empty house
because I know some day they will come -
the malignant conquistadors and their moon colored hounds
when this century of the sleepless will come to an end
so I'm trying to unravel the missing monologues
while indulging in many contradictions
stranded on remote beaches
seeking the redemption with sand in my hair
like a famished cormorant rambling the landfill
in a very weird mental state
II.
it's becoming clear...
that time has shunned this godforsaken place
and as I'm following the familiar landmarks
following the strange candlelit pathways
I know that your bedroom is in a saltwater heaven
far away from the angry masses
becalming myself in my transient refuge
while you're deploying your crying talent
we went loose from our moorings and you refused the safety buoy
now tide of our sensations is coming up fast
turning us into these crumpled wrecks
left to rust at the shallow bay
III.
these sleeping islands...
are just relics of my hopes, diaries of fading sunlight
after we carved our scriptures on the dormant rocks
creating museums of our own memories
at the very edge of despair
and I think that we'll never be missed
you, me and my companion of delusions
but remember dear, there are no boundaries
be sure that I'd row my soul over the vast seas
to see you standing on the abandoned shoreline
and our handprints will fossilize in the interim
imprinting the fatal visions to rocky soil
Staring at stars in the night,
Filling my sight with delight,
I wonder why they shine so bright,
Lighting up my brain,
We're connecting once again,
On an Astral plane,
Training my attention,
In the intended direction,
Focusing on the reflection,
This projection from my eyes,
Builds this disguise,
Skies are full of surprises,
As the emotions rise,
The moon cries tears of joy,
Deploying its secrets,
In a way most forget,
Another target set,
Yet to be discovered,
Uncovered by the mind,
Defined into a point in time,
Designed, Refined,
The line I created,
Life reinstated,
The old memories have faded,
As a new day lies ahead,
A new experience to tread,
Traveling a thread of stars,
Each one,
Another piece of who you are.
Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered
(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of life
transgressions undeservedly heaped
(Uriah hit about that)
(carnal feral hormonally seething
gone astray nightwalks)
woven by basket of deplorable
emotionally painful selfish object lesson
forever etched upon mine psyche
(left by one bobbing sponge -
cheeses crust station of his life
within sea of human life now
affixes moniker re: mister crabs)
inflicted courtesy yours truly
said marital indiscretion (philandering)
one among many issues discussed,
during treatment plan earlier today
February eighteenth 2020
concerning complex edifice
regarding mein kampf
existential bleak house
(figuratively crowded cheek to jowl)
with and hard times
fraught with many
unattained great expectations
unwittingly accepts psychological fallout
(among kissing kith and kin,
a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure),
despite years elapsed ex post facto
deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying...
narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic
self incriminating doom
visualize deus ex machina
betrayal rendered adopted smugness
invariably set in motion domino effect,
whereby emotional alienation
devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration
(yoking impossible mission
to shuck off penitence, the price to pay),
thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably...
ably, readily, and willingly
allowing, enabling, and providing
incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution)
thwarting rancor thy deux daughters
(livingsocial many time zones distant)
embark quest to guide their own
metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state
countless transpired hours
at counseling facility, where poetic papa
aired and mulled over bothersome
anguish to complete requisite treatment plan
to receive psychiatric appointment
next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.
jane birkin
Was the article illusive
In transparent approach
The suitor in study
As students with rome?
Cause and able, yet
There she isn't
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As illustrated to me by martin
The Republic will accept interpretation of hands across America
Career for boarding
Transit and passage agreement
Father speak every word before me
Father where do my words come from
All you say that they come from my heart
But I am at dismay I am lost
Lord I need some heart surgery
I pray that you would remove all this the negativity
Allow the overflow to come forward allow me to speak,
those words of your thoughts of liberty
Lord give me a heart
Lord give me a heart
Lord give me your heart of a man who speaks wisdom and love of God
It's an emergency
Flatline O' God Father where did this come from
Out of my heart God words and thoughts not like you
Before I was cursings condemnation bitter anguish anger strife
warring deploying living and speaking such a sinful life
Words that come out do they represent your thoughts
Are they of God and Christ Lord need your heart surgery
O' God remove those things that are not like you
Loose those minds that tie that binds me
Let out of the overflow of my heart speak
Nothing but love and life oh God
Ooh! Lord Give Me Your Heart
Give me your heart
Give Me Your Heart Lord
Speak from my mouth
Lord give me the words to say
And the words to pray
Help me to acknowledge your goodness, in your way
Hallelujah I pray Give Me Your Heart Lord
Give me the words the right words to say
My, my, my O' Lord give me your heart ??
3/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
#The_devious_courage_of_South_African_government!
This mind of mine, catches some goosebumps, my blood steaming up high, I seek mountains and clouds to hide with. Hell draws closser. God please have mercy, this world of the living deteriorating, growing thorns and poisonous layers, as I watch with fear
South African goverment in labs, fabricating rage and hooliganism, busy stabbing fatal, the sanity and purity of youths. Devoted in self serving, into brewing of violence and permanent disturbed peace. Vowed into deploying youths, to looting, vandalism, arson and violence
Ignorance, selfishness, greed and corruption sharpening blades of hatred and anger, within Mzansi's youth hearts. Cursed education system, meant to equip young souls with incapability. Expectations brought forth by empty promises, the intended goal of turning youths into beggers of right to be and ownership. Violence, officiated as a language of mutuality among government and the youth. This country doing a great job of not minding and regarding rightfulness and the deriving of belonging, taking out food from hungry stomachs of youths. Pulling stunts to lure youths into exploitation and brainwash, the devious courage of South African government.
#Poetic_Ink
Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!
Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void
repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction
absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed, et cetera,
asper knowing nothing
perchance if previous rendition
courtesy big bang phenomena
commissioned swirling pretty
little invisible thangs
dust mote size
universe created, vis a vis
most violent explosion
blasting subatomic tidbits
bestowing, endowing, issuing, et cetera
propensity, allowing,
enabling, and providing
spontaneous quixotic, narcotic,
and kinetic (kit) impulse
gifted, kindled plenti
tinder vittle loving care,
(albeit on quark hilly
weigh small scale),
each unique data packet of life
transiently questing organic matter
linkedin within uber
webbed wide world
thrust by motive forces distilled
since primordial ooze
painstakingly agglomerated
electron's micro gravitational tug
incrementally configured
viable combinations
propelled to fraternize, collide, amass
with other distinct minuscule entities
democratic, platonic, and symbiotic
tete a tete kickstarting avast
differentiation, golong
engendering hulu costs indeed
pensively trumpeting,
deploying, and fracking
the art of the Stormy Daniels deal
eventually across great swaths of time
inaugurating edifice of complex systems
(again unimaginatively teeny tiny
timid uber pinhead size zealots)
livingsocial hoity toity groupon outlook
accruing quicken fancy feast
to concatenate, generate, and get linkedin
with hotmail to discover
visa vis whatsapp
penning with Molly Q. Wells!
Women of age
A woman of age popped in last night.
The garden had become wet, might
this gardener – willing yet weak – plane seeds
into where nothing grows, not even weeds.
For this aged garden, has become barren.
No amount of passion nor patient caren
will be able to make life sprout or grow.
This, the garden and gardener doth know,
that when sweet seeds – needs – are sown,
reality comes to light and all is known.
They will come to an end without fertilization.
This awareness, this knowledge, their realization,
that life’s true meaning has ended – procreation,
a dead issue, has become life’s - no perpetuation –
meaning for these tired, aged, lost souls
who’s time has stilled, it no longer flows
from this garden, yet this gardener doth strain
for what will remain - their immortality, never again
from them to create a new – life’s force to remain.
No longer will they provide new souls for this plane.
From these two, never a story to be told
for they travel down a different road.
Each, on a separate journey, to end
their days, do they, still call each, friend ?
There are so many ideas, points of view, thought
about life’s meaning, so what is it ?, that is taught
by the lessons we have learn ?, the wars fought,
that have brought us closer, yet maybe not
to the understanding of mankind’s existence,
the meaning of humanity ?, or its relevance
to the world we live on, continue destroying.
We are but a disease ?, a virus ?, reaching out, deploying.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 26th 2006
What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
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