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THERE WAS A DOOR TO WHICH I FOUND NO KEY;
THERE WAS A VEIL THROUGH WHICH I MIGHT NOT SEE;
THERE WAS SOME TALK AWHILE OF ME AND THEE
THERE WAS - AND THEN NO MORE OF THEE AND ME.
I SENT MY SOUL THROUGH THE INTANGIBLE,
SOME FABLE OF THAT AFTER-LIFE TO TELL;
AND BY AND BY MY SOUL RETURNED TO ME
AND ANSWERED "I MYSELF AM HEAVEN AND HELL";
STRANGE IS IT NOT ? THAT OF THE MYRIADS WHO
BEFORE US PASS'D THE DOOR OF DARKNESS THROUGH,
NOT ONE RETURNS TO TELL US OF THE ROAD
WHICH TO DISCOVER WE MUST TRAVEL TOO.
THE REVELATIONS OF DEVOUT AND LEARN'D
WHO ROSE BEFORE US, AND AS PROPHETS BURN'D
ARE ALL BUT STORIES, WHICH AWOKE FROM SLEEP,
THEY TOLD THEIR COMRADES, AND TO SLEEP RETURN'D
Inspiration where do you go when
you leave and your dry, barren
riverbed causes blinding dust storms in
my mind? Do you evaporate into
mist, become a gray dense fog
lying heavily in the air, intangible…
floating like a cloud, ever
changing shapes? Are you carried
by the wind, held hostage
to feed another storm when
lightening strikes and your deluge
once again swells the
river to overflowing, racing
free and wild, reaching
out beyond all boundaries?
If so, storm
of inspiration, please
deliver unto me
your monster
category five
hurricane!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Strand Select 12
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/16/2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 10/14/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: “I Do Not Know”
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 10/25/2014
Vows get recanted as passions flounder
on the shoals of betrayal and remorse.
And drifting dreams navigate in darkness
whenever love starts to wander off course.
Beware of lust, a cunning emotion,
touting trickery and deceit as truth.
The seeds of trust oft germinate slowly,
and patience is a virtue new to youth.
Naive hearts are vulnerable to lies,
for the truth often appears conflictive.
Yet when love creates tears of happiness,
their salty-sweet taste can be addictive.
The feeling of being unique and prized
is awesome, combining two into one.
And purges the hurt from a broken heart,
instilling happiness, laughter, and fun.
Intimate moments make life worth living,
a time when your heart's devoid of despair.
Even though it is intangible, love's
physical impact is beyond compare.
To be loved is to feel wanted and whole,
instantly giving life a brand-new start.
For it's a miracle unto itself,
asking only that you believe your heart.
(Quatrain)
9/30/2017
I am more that you see of me
I am more than physical colored flesh
Presently I stand I breathe
Mentally I do believe
No question I'm a vessel but my true identity hidden temporarily
I am Energy's Child
Holy, intangible indelible incorruptible powerful enlightenment engaging light
Searching for beacons call
My vessel encapsulate my spirit my soul eventually
I go back to the Father in my true hope my true form
Eclectic energy vibrant lights truest force I am His child this He has spoken forth
Eclectic energy child newly revised rebirth Reborn ready to rise
I am Energy's Child
12/1/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Our soul is the flame of intent our inner being,
Untold connection with Christ, ourselves to Him,
Resplendent from the start there til after life's end
* An intangible part of us to see it being nurtured.
So driven to divine heights, able to achieve so much.
Our questions to act, notions, where temptation rose.
Ulterior motives ridicule the integrity not able to sin
Like an inkling of intentions appear to come alive
' It's the soul giving you spiritual enlightenment
So the urge to get up and try again, its intent
* It is the light that is the divine essence
As It is the love that radiates life's reason
Such is where inconsolable belief acts
Calmly it is inside us that inner glow
Ever your soul a testament to you
Now raking oppressive thought
Temptation transcends obscurity
* Decisions unfurl, become intent
In the hidden realm of forsaken souls,
Where echoes of long-forgotten hopes fade,
I wander among dreams seeking their eternal place,
Beneath stars that seem to gossip about their cold neighbors.
Their intangible silhouettes, like leaves shaken by the wind,
Struggle in a world where smiles appear to be rented,
In the endless game of hide-and-seek between desire and reality,
They live their existence, with the regret of an irretrievable time they've missed.
I stand beside them, wrapped in their blanket of unheard sorrows,
And feel how the echoes of each ancient heart reverberate endlessly,
They whisper tales of lost love, of glory and ruination,
Souls sliding gently into the tide of oceans of melancholy.
The sky darkens, and the tired daylight goes to rest,
Amid the night's unrest, thoughts are torn between being and not wanting to be,
In the depths, fragile hopes tremble, each battle, every defeat,
Memories of a past which, like a river, has changed its course time and again, now lies cursed to wander alone.
The moon pierces their gaze with its inert silver rays,
Drawing upon the sea's floor transient and uncertain memories,
Vibrating with the vibration of the sky to catch a spark of luminescent wonder,
Their silent scream is a hymn for those who have loved, lived, but in the end, are absent.
The gate to the morning of another day seems a brick wall,
Lonely nights stretch out, oozing thoughts without rhyme,
With each breath, we find fleeting wings, shards of ephemeral freedom,
Yet somewhere amidst it all, we glimpse the hope of the self from yesteryear, even in these sleepwalking, ephemeral evenings.
And I, a shadow among shadows, have joined their tacit procession,
Listening to the heart as it sings a serenade for the nights in which I have dreamed,
In the rhythm of autumn rain, lamentation envelops, tightens around me, tirelessly,
Bringing with it the echo of a belated "farewell" that time has long awaited.
I lose myself in the length of this soiree, where each drop pulses with its own weight,
A tacit symphony, rhythmized by slides of emotions and unexpected silences,
In search of a tomorrow that doesn't reek of an unhealed yesterday,
I let my thoughts slip, to fall, until they themselves become the morning I once dreamed of.
Within the fragile frame of my fervent heart,
tinged with the tinsels of the amorous night,
my love gleamed with an enticing shimmer,
reflected by the sequins of your subtle grace.
In my enthralled psyche I felt the tempting touch
of your intangible mesmeric charisma,
but you sauntered away from my entranced sight,
like the autumn cloud across my dream sky.
From the ebony edge of the night of despair
storm clouds surged with thunder of tearing strife,
splintered my dreams, dispersed them in debris,
as you turned into a devastating whirlwind.
The miasma of pervasive melancholy enveloped
the shattered landscape of my languished longing.
The solemn sigh of its drifting sense of desolation
trailed the dissenting resonance of painful severance.
Your flouting footsteps trampled uncaring
my emotive flower as you departed unconcerned.
Its crumbled petals in anguish made a bouquet
for the wreckage pile of my broken heart.
In the cauldron of hope I distilled pain for nepenthe,
drank the elixir, entered the domain of forgetfulness.
Before my collapsing conscience weathered the soul,
I arose sane from the dust, saw the beauty life was.
The vibrant colours of a Venice day
Are muted now, and drained to sombre grey,
As huddled shades of countless long past years,
Sharing their tears and ever constant fears,
Silent, intangible, diffused, now roam,
In tones of dank, primeval monochrome.
Sweet Melancholy breathes her mawkish air
As stony faces add their baleful stare,
Sightless, yet knowing well within their core
The days of pageant, and the grief, of yore.
These shifting nearly-souls of latter day
In sorrow, and against their will, they stay.
As pigeons bleakly view the scene below,
The church bells, softly stifled, peal, as though
In cotton wool. Canal sounds harmonise,
And gently rhythmic solace therein lies,
Easing the pain of those the city shuns,
Her unseen, phantom, long-forgotten sons.
Soul Eater
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant.
Faith and belief all that gave it substance,
weak and watery as it was. Until that wretched day…
I hurt, I ached, in a before unfelt place deep within. My physical being was effected but it did not originate from my body.
If I were paralyzed, or dead to my flesh in some way, This pain would continue, on and on.
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant…until the creation of my body was snuffed out, buried under soil and rock to decompose as corpses do.
My child taken from me caused me to know my soul… for it became tortured. An itch I couldn't scratch…an ache unrelenting, all consuming.
Now I know, beyond doubt, I have a soul…because bright pain always shows his hideous face, demands attention, cannibalizes joy and leaves only dispair.
Loss is the Soul Eater.
a child’s little hands cup a flame from storm,
in the darkness her hands glow translucent,
to her the flame is a friend in grim surrounds,
she treats the flame like a creature with life.
In that gesture of childhood is purity of love
of selflessness, care and joys of kindness,
borne out of desire to do others good, help,
a divine quality that we all at birth imbue.
no wealth or currency in equal power exists,
nothing in such abundance as kindness does,
in every creature be it human or otherwise,
can anything be so valuable and yet intangible.
suffering, pain, loneliness, poverty, disdain,
no laws of mankind can successfully resolve,
in the savagery of existence when life torments,
kindness reaches out to heal the farthest ends.
In the creation of life and of man there are faults,
the Supreme being perhaps chose not to perfect,
but in wisdom, the being chose to offer a remedy,
Kindness, Kindness, Kindness like oceans large.
a hug, a kiss, a kindly look and a touch,
are worth a mine of gold, twice as much!