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Fine porcelain vase:
Lines of sure grace;
Curves that encase
A swirling face.
Love birds on tree
Spreading a calm;
Textures that free
A soothing balm.
Charm wears a face
That silence knows;
Chinese verse trace
A profound glow.
Shape of a gourd
In man-made craft;
Empty space wrought
In fiery draft.
Pure white as snow,
Etchings now talk;
Watch porcelain show
Nature that stalks.
Stillness can form
Voice in silence;
No wordy norm
Can fling brilliance.
See beyond sound
The lovely art;
Cheer holds the grounds,
Content seeds start.
Leon Enriquez
07 January 2015
Singapore
i try and paint you in a bad light inside my head
to create a reason to get over you but no matter how hard i try
all i can think of is you
you consume my mind
take control of my speech
i will always drift back to you no matter how hard the universe can rip me apart from you
you have my heart
my lungs
my blood
my mind
you have my soul
do you need anything else
i’ll give you all you need of me and still love you the same as you leave me to rot
so you can feel better
i would carve holes in my skin if you wanted to touch my bones
all for you
i would do anything for you
you are like roots wrapping yourself in my chest,
coiling around my heart,
puncturing holes in my flesh to encase me in your grasp.
i’ll bleed out if it helped you
i’ll bleed out and die without your touch or love
without your kisses or hugs
without you
i’ll watch you like the mona lisa
loving from afar
I faced this man, looking like a portrait,
I heard him whisper from heart straight.
You’re bold and flagrant frank,
voice vibrates with cadence of confident airs,
you’re logical, at times tangentially crank,
eyes encase dulcet dreams, at times tears
In the latent lattice of intricate design,
layer on layer, your mind is stratified,
the sanguine strata of all assorted hues align,
unique psychic patterns are unified.
Many aspects of singular distinction hide
within the network of your mind’s cipher layers,
can’t be decoded by the world outside,
the reticent sense of silent self never cares.
An insular captive of your mental making,
you’re you, an inimitable loner,
in your lane you see the aliens walk forsaking,
you’re defined by your essence sober.
These are the entity attributes of you people view,
different from the rest around you, for you’re you.
I looked at the portrait somewhat closer,
saw this man stare at me from the mirror.
Her smiles of valor encase her agony--
her fiery scars pound against her sanity
struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.
A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains
staring at her shattered reflections.
Her shades of red, they haven't seen--
tender shrieks buried under forced arms,
blurred visions of screaming tyranny.
A trampled magnolia, she is a woman in chains
rotting in her Carmen of morose ember.
Oh woman! You embrace scars with dignity,
ethereal flow of progeny in your hands,
your banished desires in shriveled ages
survive in spiral cobwebs of festered veins.
Her miserable existence in labyrinths--
she simmers courage in dried paranoia,
a streak of red blood, no longer she'd fear.
A goddess flickering amber lamps of hope
her essence flows through mankind.
Oh woman! Feel the celestial powers
preserved in your gracious bosom,
your afflicted pain nurtures patience
strong enough to bend heavenly tides.
A wounded Athena, a trampled magnolia
A rotting Carmen, a goddess she is..
The woman in chains pours forgiveness
filling oceans from azure exuberance,
her selfless heart of mellowed love
permeates Satan's abode with virtue.
The woman in chains wears sacrifice,
her gossamer veil embraces men's follies,
she carries the elixir of compassion,
ripples of hopes for scarred souls.
Oh woman! They oppress you in madness,
to your sanctity they bow in agitation,
the woman they know, the goddess they don't,
until you dust your timeless wings to fly again.
task master
"you enslaved me sum of more than 300
three-hundred years
I love you
I love you I must
shipped me over in crowd ships, boats
chained me to my peers and host
yet...
I
I love you, I love you I must
Took away my true name
my heritage, my claims
yet...
I
I love you, I love you I must
pillaged, raped and beat me
totally mistreated me
stripped me from my royal robes
told me I was
less than an animal
yet
I
I love you, I love you I must
told me God so ordered this
refused to allow me to read English
yet
yet I, I
I love you, I love you I must
I bleed the color you do
from out of the ground we both came through
let I was the one you stole
from a land of Africa
told me I had NO soul
told me I was less than an animal
toll and work
I slave
lived and died a horrid ways...
Yet I
yet I, I
I love you, I love you I must
Now you whom are yet still enslaved in you demon...
Prejudice
Remember this...
if the color of dirt yet remains all the same
and if the blood yet still runs red, the same
if we denounce Christ Jesus and God reign
What is there left
every
every
every
EVERY
KNEE
SHALL
BOW
AND EVERY TONGUE SHALL CONFESS
THAT JESUS IS LORD
i trust that I must forgive each and everyone
past, present and future tense Yet I
yet I, I
I love you, I love you I must
So just encase
there's no doubt in my heart you see
there's no prejudice in Hell
everything burning eternally there
even with all this, yet this I must forgive and love you my
former 'Taskmaster'?"
2/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Men strip off your clothes;
Allow your spirit and soul, shine;
Encompass the vision of your nakedness;
Not to be neither dirty nor foul
BREATHE
Release and allow your true light to shine;
Women your lovely form;
Encompass the storms, beautify my eyes;
Passions I spawn pictures me warm;
Not to be neither dirty nor foul
I close my eyes
Released and allowed to view your true light does shine
BREATHE
The breath of Life God’s given you;
Choose to put on those clothes of righteousness;
Cove the views of your sins;
Encase in the grace of the mercies of Jesus;
I embrace, as God kisses… (Me) I…
BREATHE
6/10/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound!
Incessantly playing a broken accordion
My mind's repurposed angels distribute a few alms for the rain god
And the scent of old trunks falls on my cloned funeral
I encase my senses in the pit between lal-mim/sol-fa
I now have a house, crooked lives churning within my tiles
I am against—you are against—all the laws of physics.
Cigarette butts that never cease to smoke fall from the sky.
You are something that always feels cold. Hiding Dali in your body
That's why elephants make love alone. Storms, a great curse
I saw myself in the first shelter of hydrangeas
I cut my cord, in defiance of the all-out pain in my back
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound
Yet, it won't be mentioned in any medical book, and you won't know why
I simply drew your blood...
An organ failing
The immunity getting lost
The fragile body
Burned in viral fever
Head hammered hard
Senses subtly subdued
Legs trembling like jelly
Couldn’t support the weight
When I tried to stand buckled
Collapsed like a felled tree
At the dead of night
And crumbled on the floor
Forehead lacerated deep
Eyes saved saw blood flow
As warm liquid salt on the face
And as thick lines on the floor
How long I didn’t know
For I gave the residual sense to the soul
The doctor wondered how I survived
The darkness doesn’t encase
And God doesn’t call before time
Those who light His lamp inside.
August 24, 2017
A lonely bird
Broken wings painfully curled
Encase inside the battered bruised mind
Can’t fly in the frosty winter wind
Nestles within me, nobody cares to find.
Fervent warmth of the heart touches none
Freezes in the air unwanted
Feeble voice of despair nobody listens
Wanes in the wilderness unheeded.
The bird within cries alone without care
I can’t stop the flow of the hidden tear.
Obsessed passion of living colored
Craves hard to paint a picture
Impresses none, finds no receptive canvas
Fades out unexpressed, disappears unmarked.
In the gloomy darkness of the winter nights
Dormant emotions flicker like meek candle flame
Lights no mind, the winds of neglect blow it out.
The hurt bird suffers within, muted in cold distress
The throbbing pain of the heart I can’t express.
The desire to span the sky sinks dead in the sad eyes
The feelings fail to touch remote hearts drifting away
At the end of my time what you would remember of me
A captive bird with broken wings, uncared it couldn’t fly.
February 26, 2018
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Can any here recall my name?
Intoned by plenty years ago,
today I'd say but for a game
they play, not many here may know!
But here I stand and there you sit
and since we're comrades, more or less,
let's have a bit of fun with it!
What hints I give may help you guess...
I, with my face of stone, a lock
and walls by iron fortified,
encase His Grace in solid rock
while altercate takes place outside
My brother's straight across from me,
identical in width and length.
Twin towers, we wait silently,
each building on the others strength
I bide my time and mind the wall
that rises from the palace banks,
though sabres chime and soldiers fall
to foe that slowly climb the ranks
Still, I must wait to join the show
'til Bishop, Knight and gallant Pawn
have made a kill or died below
and viscera spills on the lawn
As yet, these casualties of war
stay in our thoughts and they are missed
but let us not forget two more,
who to this very day exist
While we salute remembered men,
the same, in suit, is also due
to distant members of my kin,
who I'll now introduce to you...
Mine uncle and his shining spouse,
fine experts in their elements,
Sir Windmill and the Lanternhouse.
I'll next define their relevance:
When rivers flow and wind doth blow
and each do meet the mighty Mill,
men who eat grain (opposed to crow!)
bestow defeat upon the hill
And as for she who light the sea,
true monolith illuminate!
Thee shine to shore mine enemy,
to be defined before my gate
Respect much paid to lance and shield,
today we play at gentlemen
but say perchance we meet afield...
none may expect such fancy then!
Nay, back to front or port to right,
I'll stay the course until I'm took
or paid in trade to black or white...
For I'm the force they call the ROOK!
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