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i am drawing a blank right now
the clock is sweating and becoming impatient
i see the dots and spots that formulate clots in the hollow banks of my memory
i am collecting the air as i write
the sky is dehydrated and becoming desperate
i notice that sags in my rags that causes invisible razors in the tags of my tattered clothing
i am draining my brain in vain
the walls are transforming into chatterbox chalkboards mercilessly tickling the tolerance of my sanity
i experience the faded scenes of genes thorughly dismantling the teams i once relied on to cope
all the while
blueprint rhythms pile
and go wild
every page emits rage
in a collective deluge of
escapades
i spin until the whirling
air kisses my eyeballs
in multilples of multiplicity
then the mallet slams down
like thunder on a lazy sunday
my mind is set free, and no matter
the emotions in the middle of the pot,
i inspire a type of happiness in you in continuum....
A scarlet daydreamer marbled in blue velvet
marooned in confidence mired in yucky mucky chucks
Twas a heist at gunpoint to honor those petted
I have brained the threshold and my mind turned to suds
On the premature notion that I have accepted
I have slipped and slid on a bed of clipped rosebuds
I have cast mirrors to purpose hexed
My expectations demanded the least contention
I cannot fathom the necessity for compassion
The visual aspects do not summon a cry for vexation
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I require life touches to ensure my future
I ought to lift higher and higher like a soul sensation
I must smooch with our solar star curvature
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
Need for satisfaction
Ride captain ride onboard my mystery ship
Chart by stars sways the course
Yet a fragile world spurns to its lip
Of its inner voices of remorse
I am no redeemer but an apple chip
I need to be merely left as none to procrastination
unburied and left to stare at the granite tombstone
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I found my want to be left as an abandon
I do not need benevolent funds from association
And I deplore closeted affection
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I am lacking for a good connection
I need Dai-lee llamas that traverse the Andes ascension
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction.
It's quite a bright dusk today
I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky
Although I haven't touched colours for years
After all, images and paintings are quite enough
So why create more without urgent necessity?
The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony
Stands still as if painted on a canvas
It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my rattan chair.
My jasmine tea has long since gone cold.
I can't formulate for myself
What’s the good idea to stare mindlessly
At the trees, the houses around and the sky
The sky is particularly abundant here, it always has been.
Why doesn't a single memory occur to disturb me?
I'd be glad to remember something
Though I probably do remember everything
Without memories, brought by the occasional breeze
To stay for a minute or two
And then fly back thousands of miles away
To where they belong -
I know the address so well.
I have no one to speak to
No one to share something with
Since my beloved passed away
I just wait for her calling
I know she’d call me once
And I’ll be quick to answer
Her magical voice will call my name
And I’ll be there in a split second
At home, with her again
Home is the only thing we need, after all
I’ll ask her to sing me that old song
About nightingales in the Berkeley Square
And then something of Beethoven
Whose music she knew by heart, the every note of it
Its getting darker here now
Sorry for another empty evening
It was beautiful, as always.
How do you know anything?
Is it something a person said?
Is it something you see?
You only know what God tells you or reveals to you my friend
So if someone says something, check with your spirit
Is it something God also says to you?
Sometimes we can be too eager to take it all in
Too eager to formulate everything
We formulate a person
Sizing him or her
Formulate a situation
Risk or no risk
But do we know the only thing we know is we don't know?
Not until you check
with the Man upstairs through your spirit
Your spirit can tell you a lot of things
Flight or no flight
Yay or nay
You will be surprised
Of how much things you learn
How much things were revealed to you
You only learn through the Spirit
You only know when He reveals it to you
So do you know me?
CREATED FOR A REASON JUST TO WORSHIP YOU
Before I was just a gleam in my father's eye
And before he met my mother, WOW!!!
Together they started a formulation
A strong and firm foundation
And for thee Lord I thank you
I thank you for creating me
I am, I was, I am createed for a reason
I thank you for Lord God I thank you for
I was created for a purpose and a calling
This is what I was created for
Born to be a servant and a worshipper
Lord you're so deserving of all praise
This is what I was created for
To be a servant and a worshipper
You finished me with hands to clap and wave
And in your ever present ever presents molded me
Now here I am, I must serve you Lord
I adore you so
You are the creator of all and is I am created for a reason
I am here just for a season
I was created for a reason just to worship you
Together you started to formulate the universe
Ever present Lord Jesus with the Father God Holy Spirit
And for thee God I begin to praise thee for creating everything and everything and me
For creating me, creating me, and saving me, saving me
I thank you for Lord God I thank you for
I was created for a purpose and a calling
This is what I was created for
Born to be a servant and a worshipper
Lord you're so deserving of all praise
This is what I was created for
To be a servant and a worshipper
This is what I was created for
You are the creator of all and is I am created for a reason
I am here just for a season
I was created for a reason just to worship you
5/14/13
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2013, 2018©
from anthology “ AMBASSADORS WORSHIP CENTER “
I wonder how we would act, I wonder what we would do?
Imagine if our way of life was suddenly all through.
What if our technology crashed and our communications were cut?
Would we see the fall of civilization with mankind stuck in a rut?
What happens when the oil is gone and our gas pumps all run dry?
Can you even imagine, would you even want to try?
There are far too many hungry, our old and even our youth.
This world is overpopulated and that’s the simple truth.
The fuel that runs our planet is depleting and this is true.
Once it’s gone it’s gone and can never be renewed.
Our brightest minds are on it trying to formulate a plan.
Maybe we shouldn’t worry, just enjoy it while we can.
Think of our future children as they suffer and they cry.
They will live with the disappointment that we didn’t even try.
I’m not sure what the answer is, I know we can’t pretend.
I hope we figure it out and don’t let this be our end.
O kabab merchant, thy skewer!
Fresh fish on the line!
And, moreover, in a blur -
Life, be unrefined!
Tangled are the strands of Fate?
Causality, roam!
Make a meal of small, ye great?
Lie down in the loam?
Well, we hope not, young fellow.
Let's keep it mellow.
Otherwise the killing blow?
Mine or thine below?
That is how it tends toward.
Yes, but why this time?
O ye tigers, how you purred!
Sirens, sing sublime!
Poverty for poets?
Depends on how they write.
Songwriter, sing well thy hits!
Erebus means Night!
Think it through. Tomorrow.
Surcease of sorrow?
O ye beggars, doth borrow?
Whiskey, flies, thy jar o'?
Formulate or fix? Foment?
Liquor? Liniment?
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Roundabout repent?
I, the fabled Carthage Queen!
All that I have seen!
Automaton, thy machine!
Frog-skins wrought a-green!
This I tell ye, O wild youth!
Flicker as ye fall!
Woman Night, thy cold phone booth!
Funeral, thy pall!
Agony. It comes and goes?
Waits for tomorrows?
O for carrion feeding crows!
Blessed roads a-chose!
But! Great queens about me stand!
Hard be not our hand!
Aryan King, thy path is manned?
Blighted by the banned?
We say not! Give it no thought!
Sparks in wire a-wrought!
Buried treasure, are you bought?
Foreign wars a-fought?
You have our love, and each ear!
Therefore nothing fear!
O for those who don't hold dear!
Whisper in thy beer!
Madam, thy best blessing...!
I trial and tumult seek?
No more time for guessing!
Plant one on my cheek...
Anxious in Ancona (2)
The Doge has apportioned a fleet for his use,
but is proving an Indian giver.
A pope with a navy (and with a screw loose)
is no-one’s idea of chopped liver,
so Venice, delaying and playing obtuse,
is selling the pope down the river.
A Christian army, devoted to God,
is what Pius imagines he’s shaping,
but this one is riding distinctly rough-shod:
Ancona’s awash with the scrapings
of Europe: and here, where the Caesars once trod,
they are busily looting and raping.
There ain’t going to be any ardent crusade,
and Pius is dying, for certain.
They’ve all came to nothing, those plans that he laid,
and his project has gone for a burton.
To stop him from seeing his “army”, his aide
has fastened the litter’s gauze curtain.
He thought to have fought at the head of a host:
but reality isn’t like that.
We babble and squabble, we brag and we boast,
but our fantasies always fall flat.
Poor Pius was no Alexander. At most,
he was sort of an Anwar Sadat.
We curse our ill fortune and, wringing our hands,
we wail at our undeserved lot.
But is it so rare, as we formulate plans,
to end up with diddly squat?
If that’s how it goes with the Number One man,
what chance have the rest of us got?
Tumblewalker
Banked off the steady mountains, pushed on by memory
Through swollen gorges flushed with raging waters
Gathered by ancient storms without a warning
Pounding past the sandy rocks
Crashed through dams along the flooding path
As he held on to timber logs along the way
Then swept off by winds like prestidigitation
From disappearing south lands with conjured dice in hand
Tumblewalker rolled into Last Chance town to formulate a plan
Quick digits formed their sleight of hand
While Tumblewalker formulates a plan of action
Once he lands on land
He suddenly appeared in front of children pirate like
Seemingly from nowhere in sight
He scared them when he arrived
A black patch covered a missing eye
The other clouded, milky white, piercing, with limited sight
He grants the young ones wishes on the spot to settle them
Magic to be perfected and performed above the storm
He rolls one die. A one comes up. A snake eye
An omen more visible than not
This made the children fear a lot
He carried ancient water in a leather bag
An old wool blanket shrouded in a yellow dust
Covered all his vital parts and things he brought
Dice played a major role for his desires and devices
He kissed them twice for luck then vanished in their cast
Tumblewalker rolled out of Last Chance district
Taking his dice and one bad eye
In a singular milky white last lost glance around
On the same south winds now gone from town
Dematerialized, invisible in that instance
As though he never existed
Never seen before, never seen again, as foe or friend
He disappeared
As for the children; who gambled on the chance of magic
Got exactly what they wanted
And what was granted when they first wished it
Tumblewalker vanished as quickly as he had landed
And no one really missed him or his tricks, his dice
His little slice of life
THE WRONG HAPPINESS IS
SOMETHING AGAINST ME
IT IS DONE WITHOUT MY RECOMMENDATION
OR MY KNOWLEDGE
IT IS DONE IN SPITE OF ME
THAT THOSE WHO CONSPIRE AGAINST ME MIGHT
FIND HAPPINESS IN UNDOING WHAT I HAVE DONE.
YET TE SATAN IS SEEN AS GOD
THEY SPEAK TO HIM THAT HE MIGHT LISTEN
AND IN DOING SO HE MIGHT HEAR THEIR WORDS AS PRAYERS
AND FORMULATE A PLAN TO UNDERMINE HIM.
WHICH STUBBORNESS IS IT
FOR HIM TO FOOLISHLY
ADMIRE SOMETHING
THIS SATAN WISHES HIM NOT TO HAVE.
HOW MUCH A FOOL CAN HE BE.
YET LIKE THE ACTRESS SHE STAND TO HEAR WORDS
KNOWING SHE CAN BE SO LOVED
THAT HER PRESENCE MIGHT INSPIRE HIM
TO CHANGE HIS POSITION
THEN IS SHE FOOL FOR BELIEVING THIS
OR ARE THOSE WHO MAKE THEMSELVES AUDIENCE
FOOLS FOR ENGAGING THESE HAPPENINGS.
SHE SPEAKS HIM AS UNDESIRABLE
ALIENATED
AND UNWANTED
RISK MONITORS LOVELESSNESS,
THE EFFECTS OF BEING UNDESIRED AND UNLOVED
THIS SHE SPOKE OF HIM
TO EASILY EXPLAIN WHY SHE IS TO BE JUSTIFIED IN
USING HIM TO A MEANS TO AN END.
THOSE WHO SHALL HEAR HER SONNET
MIGHT UNDERSTAND EACH WORD
IN RHYTHM AND RHYME
TO THE BEAT OF A DRUM MIGHT
THEY MOVE WITH ME
TO DISLIKE HIM
THAT HE MIGHT DANCE
AND WE SHALL MAKE A CLOWN OF HIM
AND ALL HIS EFFECTS TO BE LOVED
SHALL BE IN VAIN