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Echoes from the Abyss: The Day I Forever Fractured Your Mind
My words spilled out, a roaring gale,
A book reversed to drown your soul
To turn your fragile breathing pale.
I fired them straight into your head,
Like silver bullets forged of lead.
And there they strike, and there they stay,
To tear your shattered mind away.
An earthquake brewing in the dark,
Upon your soul, a permanent mark.
They stir and crawl from side to side,
With nowhere left for you to hide.
You beg to know the final cost
To win back everything you lost.
But hear me whisper, hear me mock:
I’ve smashed the key and turned the lock.
Deep in your brain, the rot will stay,
And eat your memories away.
You’ll writhe in pain, you’ll curse my name,
Forever trapped inside my game.
For time may pass, but you will yet
Remember me and never forget.
While make the circle complete.
" It's humid outside
It has just rained
Sitting in my car
In the cemetery
Between my job
I've just written
a poem about my brother...
And his family
Funny it's also
My father's birthday
Yet he too is deceased and gone
WOW I am I'm full of Glee. (Why you see---)
Although most all my loved ones are dead and gone
It's the Jesus around me and in me that keeps me going on I'll be strong!
I still have my three children and two grandchildren
My wife is gone her parents too
Even one of her sister also passed and my in-laws too
I celebrate their life by saying this today
Better get right before death comes my (our)way
We all need to kneel down and pray
Oh I miss the physical ones but yet they're living on
Eternally !
I pray that they're in the arms of Jesus
This I must believe and when my time come
When I'm laid in a box
I hope people remember me
I hope they think of me a lot
Mercy Lord !
Hallelujah!!!
This is one of my fondest prayer "
9/9/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
"Gotta go " Shared my world with you
I let you see the world through my peepers.
I shouted out what I saw-reported what
I heard in my own words-from my world.
Even death ears- became unplugged
I shared the love and the malfunctions.
Ask you to meet me at the junction
I hand you the in scripted prescription
"Gotta go" -- It's time.
Leaving my legacy behind
Chew on it. reflect-on what I've left
Remember me, for what’s been said.
Moving on: This phase complete
it's who I am-I now,
am leaving you in your world.
Do what you need to do;
To review-Be true-to self.
Take it for what it is worth
Encompass the earth-
Let your world be voiced
Let your world be realized.
Be real, and never conceal;
Tell the tales of what you see,
Let passion be your choice
until our realities-become as one voice.
I got to go before the sunsets.
I never waddle in my regrets
My words were meant
To make you wise to what I see!
So, open your eyes-Suffice is the
righteous spit-Expressed with true wit.
Carry me with you when we split
Still we function amongst the ill-legit.
I have my half-Let’s Join; Emerging as one.
Merging two worlds again-
Poetry converging on souls, I urge you;
To meet me at the junction.
Following my hearts instruction
Where my truth leads, I must go.
Staid long enough for you to-find me, and
Love me -But for now, I " GOTTA GO"!
After Goethe's "Ritter Kurts Brautfahrt"
Sire Gaddabout one spring-tide morn
his sturdy dappled steed did mount.
for he would wed the highly born
Maid Ethrelda Holyfount
He plucked his lute and sang an air,
but scarce a league was trod
than came a cry. "Beware, beware!
Here comes the knave, Sire Heaviplodde.
"Sire Heaviplodde, my mortal foe?
Seeks he this day a fight?
'Tis him or me a mortal blow
must soon dispatch to endless night."
Sir Heaviplodde in armor black
rode up to mock and jeer.
Then said he, holding high a a sack:
"Your head will serve as souvenir."
"Make good, black knight, your foolish boast,"
stern-faced Sire Gaddabout did cry,
"or by ye saints your wretched ghost
full soon the Stygian strait must ply."
The shields did clash, the horses snort,
the dust did fly, the swords did ring,
and, to cut a long tale short,
'twas Heaviplodde who knew death’s sting.
A fulsome wench with babe at breast
stood steadfast in the way.
Sire Gaddabout at her behest
stopped for to hear what she might say.
She raised her babe for him to see,
she cocked her head and with a sneer
said:" Knight at arms, remember me?
You left behind this souvenir."
On seeing this the knight did blush.
He bade his squire go fetch some beer.
Then said he to the young girl "Hush,
this bag of gold should help out, dear."
Past hill, past hamlet, wood and mire,
he rode with noble carriage.
Might even yet the fates conspire
to dash all hopes of marriage?
Who stood with visage grim and old
to guard the way before?
A man in black held up a scroll,
whereon were writ the debts of yore.
Not all the gold the knight did hold,
not lands, not herds, his dowry,
could e'er redeem his debts of old
accrued in youthful folly.
"I have sinned" the knight did weep,
"and mercy is my plea.
I must to church my pledge to keep
in holy matrimony."
The grim collector smiled and said:
"As bridegroom you today are free.
Your past is like a shadow fled.
What counts today is what shall be."
Life was never boring,
Selling roses from my shop,
You were invited to visit and
You’d learn men’s secret affections.
The first to arrive was the usual fare
A well-built hunk of a man.
Tall, dark and handsome that women adore.
Twelve orange ones, he asked.
Amazed I wondered what he had in mind,
Must be a new fling no doubt.
For orange means enthusiasm and desire.
He knew well the language of sweet buds.
A newbie arrived, so shapely and cordial
A lady I knew not I was sure of it,
As she asked for a bunch of yellow blossoms.
This feeling was so hard to explain
For yellow stands for many things
Joy, gladness, friendship, Welcome Back,
Remember me, or ”I care".
Tommy, the shy one, tip toped inside,
As usual he chose the lovely pink.
It was his way to say thanks and hope
That she will always believe in him.
A couple of coral ones, how abrupt Peter was.
He knew they meant desire never lasting love.
I’d rather he never entered my oasis
For all he deserved was arid sand not bliss.
Martin was next, and how he beamed.
It was love at first sight, said he.
So I suggested as I knew,
That a lavender rose would please her most.
My friend Elise had made a coup.
So I gave her a bunch of mixed flowerets.
Peach for appreciation and white for purity.
Wasn’t Elise delighted that day?
It was almost time, needed to close shop.
When the outside door opened for the last time.
The lady I had seen early that day returned.
“You did not like my flowers?” I asked.
She nodded and then stuttering said:
“My mum has died. Just one black rose please.”
I don’t know why a tear trickled down my face.
Hey God…
It’s late.
I don’t really know how to start this.
Not a prayer,
not exactly.
Just a voicemail…
in case I don’t get to say anything else.
I’ve kept it quiet.
No one knows
that I won’t be here long.
Not my mom,
not my best friend,
not him.
They still talk about summer
like I’ll be there.
Like I’ll be fine.
And I smile.
Because it’s easier.
I’m not angry.
I’m just…
a little tired.
A little scared.
I thought I’d have more time to
fall in love deeper,
laugh harder,
wake up and not feel like glass.
here we are.
If You’re listening,
can I ask a few things?
Please,
help them heal soft.
Let their grief be slow and kind.
Let them remember me
in sunlight,
not in hospital lighting.
Let him still write songs
and believe in forever.
Let my mom keep talking to me
like I’m still around.
And please,
please don’t let her blame herself.
I’ve tried to be brave.
Even when everything hurt.
Even when I prayed and You felt far.
But if this message reaches You,
just know,
I still believe.
Not because I’m dying,
but because You were the only one
who stayed quiet with me
when I couldn’t speak.
This isn’t goodbye.
Just…
see You soon.
Okay?
Beep.
Remember me?
Do you recall?
The girl who stole your heart
Before this all!
My heart still loves you
No matter what the lies
Their words untrue
Created your disguise
But I remember you
The boy I love
This man of you
Is not you at all
Remember me?
Remember how we fell in love?
Once we burned like fire
We thought our love could conquer all
Remember touch?
Remember feel?
Remember what we had?
Tell me that wasn’t real?
Forget the lies
Forget the truths
Look in your mind
Remember me, remember love
Did you forget my eyes?
Did you wipe your mind of my smile, of the look of love?
Remember romance?
How we used to dance
Remember the girl
How we felt so alive just holding hands
Making dreams that were ours alone
Living a dream when we were on our own
Right here and now just look at us
Do you remember me?
Do you remember love?
I was born from the first spark
leaping between darkness and dawn~
a jewel-bright ember the sky released
when it wondered how to begin.
The wind shaped me from its longing,
taught me to hover between moments
so I could keep the world stitched
to its own trembling light.
Every beat of my translucent wings
is an ancient incantation~
a spell to keep the day from falling apart.
I drink from the throats of flowers
because they remember me.
Long ago, I carried their colors
into the empty morning,
scattering reds and golds
like seeds of fire.
They open now in recognition,
offering nectar as tribute
to the small god who once
gave them their names.
I am the keeper of swift miracles,
the courier of impossible motion.
When I cross a garden,
time bends to let me pass~
a brief shimmer, a myth in flight,
the world’s smallest thunder.
At dusk,
I fold myself into stillness
resting quietly
in the cradle of twilight.
My park to me was not see-saws nor swings
instead, a treasure chest of stranger things.
A marble grave, 1891, well kept
where 'Tiny', estate owner's dog now slept.
The long gone Manor House front Portico
and where the star struck teenage lovers go
holds carvings, some initials, from the past
though in one case someone had left their last.
Script ' E Potts joined navy 1943'
Did such detail writ mean 'remember me'?
So many times I've gazed upon his name
that plea cut deep in stone it's power retains.
His call over the years still engraved there
since boyhood I have offered up a prayer.
The culvert is a concrete tour de force
too tempting for adventurers, of course.
Amphitheatre for screaming, scary,
in heavy rain, tomb for the unwary.
Mill races, lock gates, tunnels, falls and weirs
all testing grounds for our deep darkest fears.
There was no challenge our band could resist
we cocked a snook, and nature raised a fist.
Returning home, triumphant, green with moss,
in trouble, but we didn't give a toss.
The moment was our game and joy the prize,
such treasure blind to all but children's eyes.
Seek us out, the park was where you found us,
Green fields of innocence, it's magic bound us.
Feb 14th 2016
For contest 'The Park', sponsored by Craig Cornish.
Remember me, why
not; weary am I
in the process of
splinters, of fractures,
of the glass.
Like a Picasso,
I’m admired through
fractals. Remember
my kindness,
absentmindlessness,
my madness.
Yes, my madness,
when I
clean the house,
(You must not touch
my lips, nor feathers)
when I am furiously
flipping knives,
cutting pieces of me
in the dark.
Remember me,
I speak quietly,
(your ear is hot
to the touch, wet
with whispers,
pangs of pleasure.)
I have many voices,
so many choices,
my lot in life.
(Roulette wheel
deciding my future,
if I did not believe
in God)
But I do; remember
me for my imperfect
compassion, the cracks
in my heart, how
I explode. A firecracker
that makes you laugh,
tickles your funny bone,
keeps you breathless,
finds your keys.
Remember how I awaken
under your eyes,
especially when they’re shut.
We are in a storm,
sometimes the umbrella’s jammed,
upside-down, flying off, but
in the end it protects
who we are as man and wife.
Remember me, more
than a wife, mother, child;
remember a friend, a fractal,
a conceived idea, a hope
of the future.