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Some may see it as simple fancy,
Yet my view is more complex.
Where its force is multi-dimensional,
Reaching well beyond basic sex.
It's very nature is purely elemental,
Just like electro-magnetic and nuclear as well.
Such that gravity follows along with purpose,
Giving weight to power every cell.
While a few may cling to its chemistry,
Thinking that's all it takes to combine.
Others will dwell on its electricity
Believing a spark is all that's needed,
or some wine.
As much as we try to define the character,
When looking at spatial locations that exist.
We might see length, width, and height involved,
With intensity, duration, & elevation to insist.
Whether eternal or infinite in its ultimate pursuit,
It matters to all that contain a beating heart.
Because without it resides a lonely, dark space,
Where nobody wants to be to depart.
Garden of the Moon
adore the sun, some do
moonlight's song and memories
for a poet like you
where purest star-shine
doth in your soul so sparkle
sleep, meant not for you
dark stillness, moves you
daunting, deep, soul dimensions
your heart found it's home
July 15, 2020
5:00am PST
As I toss a silver coin into the mango contoured fountain, a lilac laden tone
that reeks of flower garden ether archly probes.
“What somersaults bewitch those forehead rivulets when synchronising waves of rhythmic thought?”
Psychic or clairvoyant
on this steamy summer’s day probing quizzically behind her crystal shades.
She really looked quite stunning in her black ink forest hat, and the green leek blouse that flopped upon an indigo blue denim skirt so worthy of those flash iconic catwalks.
Apple blossom cheeks and almond blushes rounding off the very essence of a bubbly new age sprite.
“What unfolds on expressions or the batting of an eyelid can reveal what’s beyond the sharpest mirror, pool or light.”
I meekly chimed in prim delay.
Our thoughts can often harvest dreamt-up pearls, ooze sweat from figment pores, while those inner sensors squeeze a harassed brain set to exude some magic flight bound lantern gem.
Fortunes can be made from noon day musing if one scratches deep enough on mystic brows.
Without an inkling or a cautionary whisper this daughter of dimensions from the eeriest beyond, phantom, spook, mirage, dropped out of sight.
A spotted pale blue purse is all that’s left from where I stood of this early bird ephemeral encounter.
He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
so much is held within silence, that has yet to be appreciated
while everything that is nothingess, yearns to be satiated
and elated with understandings that are demanding
too much
I've been searching this whole time for what was already there
as the the crimson and hazel eyed me down with a stare
to remind me just how kindly that life remains unfair
unfair in words that could never be expressed
forever leaving my heart with not but a guess,
a request that keeps me utterly hanging, still
un-changing between two crooked dimensions
simply, only longing for the attention
spent my words trying hard to be cheap
while sanity seemed to take the back seat
I could only try to keep calm for so long before
I tasted the meaning of this beautiful song
sing to me the meaning of what it means to smile
perhaps just to lay in the sun for a while,
in comfortable silence that's just understood,
i get it, you get it- its all good
but maybe im just dreaming and it wasn't okay
for the clouds seemed to cover the sun on that day
should've just stayed and spared my last change, then maybe
my words would be slightly arranged.
but this deranged state of mind can find reason for being,
it's just another feeling that to experience is fleeting.
in the end I remembered I had a voice,
with the realization that happiness is always a choice.
I aver, an auspicious dark shadow(s) will zoom
as if birthed, sans starry eyed nebulous debris
across infinite fantastic space/time catacomb
constituting whirled wide web ringing Gaia's in utero
fallopian youtube from out cosmic podcast womb
closing gap 'twixt outer limits galactic blob
(traveling at hair reed greased lightspeed varoom
ming before twilight zone) as death spurt humanity
descends into black hole sun, sans linkedin kickstarting
permanent grim outlook, a buyer's market vudu boom
adrip oozing quasi ICE C, one trumpeting coxcomb
oblivious, asper whatsapp pining at edge of night,
whereby majority, viz remaining earthlings doth roam
tentatively ensconced in their "FAKE" Taj Mahal tomb,
awaiting rescue attempting, while lined against mushroom
supernova like explosion, each body just another brick
in human wall, where bribery paid to Johnny on the spot
if need arises to use gender neutral unisex restroom
unaware, while remains of day regarding third rock
from sun help at doggone woof lee warp speed loom
ming thru strung out dimensions, on par as (empire)
in final ejaculating decadent bacchanalian, foredoom,
when afar off (countless light years away), gloom
me salvation will soon be visited upon tattered tribes
prints in shining armoire constitutes developing
picture postcard poem, despite global darkroom
just like in the comix, an unassuming lgbtq migrant
rescues bedraggled human league more like village
people comprising bad company,
war ring MAGA Zion will resume!
The fibres of the paper raise their fingers to the air
Grasping and pulling to get the ink above
Yearning for the words
Words that create history and halt the passage of time
Flattened dimensions
3-d objects in a 2 dimensional place
Thoughts the liveblood of the dripping ink
and ideas come to fruition
A pausal breath before releasing life
The artwork surrounded by a sea of the dead who could never look away.
The wisened tree cut to water pulp, fated for fate
The blank white canvas that accepts greedily
As the writer give bith to life on the pages
And imagination fathers another child.
Suicide Salads
I walk along the river banks
Whether is the raven’s moon
Or the midnight sun
Doesn’t change the dimensions
That here I walk alone
When I walk past the store
For Louane cher I open the door
Her smile is enticing, so sweet
My suicide will be the later treat
They will look inside my fridge
Lettuce and dressings
Encumbered by cucumbers both fresh and raw
The salad will proclaim life is tall
I went to the club, an all night affair
Danced with all the suicide dolls
They moved their feet, and seductive hips swagged
Sadly who cares my life is a drag
Secrets and salads
Suicide with a fine oiled dressing
Guess I shall miss the next wedding
When you all stare at my recent beheading
Head of lettuce
Death in a salad bowel
This world is a rabbit hole
Riddles and fiddles
Be this the death of me
I am the salad long set free
Notes: For some the world is a world of hope
Others a world of despair
These two abstract concepts always in battle
New and old
Happy and sad
Good and bad
The sadness creeps in
Youth brings back the smiles
Age the cry for peace
Even when this means
Taking ones last breath
Women, how can I make you a fair definition?
You have nurtured 6 billion live children
So, you are the mother of the human
On every piece of land on this planet
They, with fine wisdom and skillful hands
Arranged, the order of time and
The dimensions of tolerance
Giving the air the direction of love
Making the clouds Elegance and
The moonlight flow like a stream
So, you created miracles
I remembered how you grew up
Like flowering trees, jasmine, peaches
Apricot, or plums...
In the wind of spring and
In rays of the beautiful sun,
You are stretching the branches joyfully
And releasing the growth happily,
I can also hear your voice too,
As you are flying in the air, like the thrushes,
The swallows, or the Orioles...
Or like the sparrows jumping from branch to branch
So, you are broadcasting graceful music
When I'm near you, I can also smell your breath
The fragrance is somewhat with sweet,
Like the jasmines, the cloves, or the camellias...
And when I'm away for a long time from you,
Many times, my heart will become noisy
And my thoughts will diffuse
And hard to maintain a mindset of a scientist
And whenever this moment comes,
I know it will be more hard to define...
So, I must go outside
Facing the flowering trees and
Dazing
* To International Women's Day
There are new horizons
And within them
There's new dimensions
There's a many things in space
There you can't hide from
You're on the run looking for the one
Alas the one thing I know
You can't hide from God or the Lord...
So I'm saying..
Another place in time, when you were you and I was I
We would look up reach out to the skies then ask why
Another place in time
We all looking
For that spiritual special someone
Seek until you find. until you find
Hold on to your dreams and your prayers
You already have what you've ask for
Do not ignore...
Another place in time
When you were you and I was I
Life can be so cold with no one to hold
Maybe, I maybe I, see you later on in another place in time
10/23/70
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
from Short Story Play "Mother's Baby Boy"