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Gripped by the throat with tension
Mad aggression pumping thru my veins
Changing my complexion
Pressing thru the world of small selections
Fencing off the other feelings of oppression
And while I'm resting
I don't wanna wake
But once my eyes open no time to hesitate
To much bullshyt to escape
It's not like I was born with a cape
And even when matters are crazy but I refuse
Not to be great
I refuse not to turn the hands of fate
And make the universe concave my way
Been a struggle since birth
Trying to live with these lies
Told even since I put the me in time
And now I got a family that's mine
And I must throw away all pride
And keep the dream that I breathe life to alive
Hungry for what's never told was mine
And told all the things that are above my level
That's fine
Sit and watch as I not climb but claw to the top
Kick scream and holla at the stars
That like to play against the odds
Of the campaign of my cause
Causing me to fall
Causing me to look forward and back to remember where I came from
Causing me to wayward this and carry on
For that's all I know
That's all that anyone been telling me
How I'm wrong
How I'm slow
How I'm the one that love doing it the hard way yo
How I'm the one that will fall flat on my face
Lose my place
Lose the initiative in which I started this whole thing
Have me missing my template
But they don't see I'm God sent
Regardless
Of all the bullshyt curse words and bombardment
I will be in undeniable
Came far from where it was that I begin
Even with snow storms and hail pours I'm destined to win
Even if I'm straight drowning in gin
And gasoline was part of the triathlon that I had to swim
The king is crazy
So for my babies I will swim
I will seek opportunity
Watch it put away it's jewelry
Sit back maniacally
Schematic the whole the place
Plottingly
Run up n the place also smiling
With no gun on the waist demolishing
Any and everything
That's my plan
To overstand
And not undermine what my mind will conceive
For it's what I can grasp in my hand
The whole damn planet
Water sky clouds and granite
And if too much for me to hold
Just u watch me manage......peace
Jacques Daviel
A brilliant eye specialist Jaques Daviel,
does his cataract field at all ring a bell?
the word cataract used with utmost respect,
on his vision and foresight I duly reflect
Francisus Donders
In the same branch was Francisus Donders,
in ocular tracts the man worked wonders,
some Dutch streets bare this specialist's name,
Tilburg his birth place blessed by his fame
Joseph Forlenze
With regard to eye matters Joseph Forlenze,
became popular during French Empire let’s say,
a healer of others among them big names,
the poor got his expertise true legend claims
Allvar Gullstrand
Nobel prize winner Swede Allvar Gullstrand,
I select in this eye treatment pantheon grand,
his scholarly efforts portraying the ‘schematic eye’,
whose model of measurements to this day still apply
Herman Von Helmholz
Notable surgeon and physicist Herman Von Helmholtz,
whose top stunning feats in science fill massive vaults,
those numeric concepts on colour, sight and vision,
profound in their scope and far beyond derision
Jules Gonin
Retinal pioneer Switzerland don Jules Gonin,
prestigious eye treatment award he just didn’t win,
he earned a distinction for study of butterflies,
among his achievements and valid career highs
Charles Schwepens
Founder of Eye Research Institute Charles Scwepens,
who hailed from mouscron Belgium as it happens,
to begin with he opted for course in high maths,
before veering towards life long optical paths
Thomas Pashby
Safe sports eye care advocate Thomas Pashby,
not alone for that but prevention of spinal cord injury,
invited to Canada’s sports revered fine hall of fame,
this man knew the score and demands of the game
Tsutomu Sato
Deviser of glass scleral lens Tsutomu Sato,
a vision rich breakthrough in terms long ago,
never a widely used product this creative lens,
incipient story or tale where the eye never bends!
Thomas Von Leber
The first to spot rare eye disease Thomas Von Leber,
eternally grateful we are for this eminent favour,
German society scholarship named in his honour,
a fitting reward for this knight in shining armour
A corner, a place that's often unseen.
A peripheral spot, could be where two walls.
convene.
It's a vantage point, from which we can see,
the world around us, in a new degree.
A corner can be, a place to hide.
A spot to take refuge, from the world outside.
It could be a space to pond'er, to intospect,
at this nook, to drink of, think of
sort through thoughts inc.
and emotions to sync at the brook
of reflecting pool of converging things.
A corner can also, be a place of warmth.
Where we snuggle up,
and feel secure from harm th.
It's a cozy book end and spine,
where we can relax and unwind,
And renew our spirit, till peace we find.
A guidestone throne womb bones made of mental.
bones.
In a corner, of our mind, our little aftermat trace,
of abstract designs (of the Divine)alone.
A retreat from fast-paced race.
It's a spot to recharge, and to revive,
at the four winds face.
A corner is more, than just a place,
It's a metaphor, for life's little home plate.
A peripheral jut, where we can find peace,
and piece it as from meal to completed
Eureka puzzle, masterpiece.
So if you're feeling lost, and in need of rest,
just find a corner, and let your worries divest.
Take a moment to pause, and to recharge
at the collective commune of connectivity.
You may come out, stronger from the grounded
blueprint of schematic symmetry.
Taste a little corner of Heaven in the things
that impendly depend on the mystery
of a focal point periphery of convexity
complexity
bulge of converging point of urge
at its thinking place, from mini complex city-path
Sanctuary of
space.
Tech-No-Logic
Of keyboard and swipe
a screens deliberation circuit electronic
in metal skin and paper thin
push button hums the chord of plastic
tech-no-logical inventum
such marvels to grind the wheel
impartial utensils the battery static
a signal from pre-molded concrete
sends the flip switch light
a barrage of city steel
Perfidious evolution
camera slapped ready to be mobile
disseminate precious packeted information
send the engine forward
designed specific mechanical
with purpose and all copyright invention
roll out the factory trinkets
and by wifi extol these virtues of freedom
such ease of apps
the dictionary of a creative human
Pander upon the wonder
tech-no-logic inventum
to satellite and celluloid praise them
the world a window
to ignore confusion
fanatical gears performing missiles
each trigger of functioning confident
laser guided telescopic retention
art forms innovation
and the busy discourse of bibliophiles
What design by rain
the mechanisms of perfume
a flowers technical schematic
a blueprint revived
so the wind sustains chaotic
fluctuations of forms molecule Phi
graceful filament wings
the meaning of feathers, thorns and insect
wood breathing light
inexplicable, irreproachable tree
of life
And who by sun
upon rainbows plain did walk
was uttered a catchphrase of miracles
no other perfection
wrought in animate visions sacrament
the momentums overture existential
rhythms dance plays waterfall
which finger tips technology
so in intricate reflex of memory
sustained an infinite birth
Lay by road side
in clank and clamor rattle
semaphore an accident in skeletal
and by marvelous creed
take emulsions photo
whys and wherefores the veins of petals
the everyday unexceptional
but still focus changes the angle
all reiteration speaks
by blueprint original perfected creation
In an innate world, the brain is beautiful.
Being two percent of the body mass, the brain requires about twenty
percent of its oxygen and calories.
The most beautiful image ever seen is the brain normal functions.
So when you are at your wits end, remember that sound understanding is a
beautiful place to be.
Your brain is majesty.
I know this because of the abnormality that can manifest when you do not use
common sense.
This takes away from intellectual power.
You are therefore, diffused.
The mind is encompassed.
Supreme exquisiteness that boons the utmost splendor is the brain.
Use it wisely.
The superficial element of the brain is like imagery seen.
Information is process to enhance memory.
Through telepathic means, your senses thrive.
Manifestations of colorful or colorless montage are visualize.
Let your mind take control.
Live your life as bursts of insight to attain positivity while acquiring the
guidance needed.
All know the story of the dead brain.
The woman revived it with a base of knowledge.
She stemmed it via the occipital lobe.
Then she found it a body to raise above.
The brain begins to function normally.
The human was magnificent to see.
What are the metaphors?
A brain is nothing but a scheme.
The schematic brain is allegory.
The brain encompasses the mind.
The mind forms symbolism.
This is where your reality becomes your thinking.
Your clown frown is on.
Your mouth hangs open.
You are a click of hyperactivity.
You win arguments but you lose disagreements.
Your vicissitudes are with your anticyclones and nadirs.
You know that the world is in a depressive state.
Foster good will to cultivate empowerment.
Therefore, bringing forth the most beautiful image of all normal
preoccupations of the brain.
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PENNED ON JULY 02, 2014!
Anchored stricken;
Home grow religion;
Borrowed freedoms;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Arithmetic context;
Virtual biceps, malicious cell texts;
Borrowed freedoms, stolen hearts;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms, buildings parts;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematics;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Intrenched unyielding;
Human’s thoughts selfish;
Can’t be told nothing unbelieving;
Denying the powers there of self-complacent resist?
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
My ways are not your ways;
My thoughts not yours also;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
This don’t be that;
As a matter of fact;
The fruit doesn’t fall far from the branch to the ground;
Release yourself from the bureaucratic;
Demographic fallacious options schematic;
Master race stolen more than is can chew;
Constipated evil heart intent malice malicious brew;
Passionate about a rebirth life
On this side of the grass
My ways are now align with His ;
My thoughts now holy spiritually hon purposed;
What? You talkN bout;
I’m gonna hush my mouth;
Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers
Legalistic?
Now of the understanding I know longer choose
All things are from Him and In Him God is All things
So when I allow the things of God to free reign
Just and only for His abounding glory, for His blessings
For His honor, again His glory Hallelujah
12/1/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Hub bomb bin hubble emotional wreckage
tell tale signs of internal war
ah, there moost be lifelong conspiracy
afoot for a Galician voar
try as I might to Lyft myself
out of penury...this Uber
scribe reckons way back when,
my life took a irrecoverable dee tour,
tis neither pity nor philanthropic succor
this poor man asks,
but just the chance to roar
(albeit within structures of silence)
shaky psychological scaffolding
built from shabby and poor
Scottish matted Harris tweed
material re: mailhouse order
(same as me bartered bride)
assembly required blueprints defied
comprehension, and thus...only my
into whoosh shin as singular guide,
which puzzling quandary sorely
tested frustration, I could not hide
overstressed mental cogs, and
wheels issued steam from inside
the bowels (ah... oh...
moving) within this, nor
thorn prickly human being, more
or less condemned to live
in this mancave, where folklore...
I don't believe that bupkis,
about some hoar
rubble, but...nonetheless,
yours truly unable to account
for this...friggin landmine miss fore
chin, where nuttin boot
this misanthrope jammed
in a hole like EEyore
moost all bajillion years living in the dark...
as if... yeah thrust in the core
of a black hole, thus
the best available
explanation given destiny did ride
me roughshod into the maw of despair,
now no matter these gnarled
arthritic hands unable to...
ugh...heave ho...grunt
purportedly nada so easy slide
anatomical pieces together
according to schematic
drawing, aye tried,
hence best this crabby hermit vied
to be condemned remaining separated
(since birth), sans
webbed world infinitely wide.
I'm so tired
Frustrated at being exhausted almost expired
Out here looking for the plug that'll have rewire
And give me the battery in back
To flip stacks
And put me on the map
Before my insides catch fire
This anger and disappointment the igniter
Holding on to dreams of having my kids dress flyer
Wife on visual full rotation from outsiders
But that's not how my life is
So I digress
Sit a lil bit plotting out what's next
The schematic at times seem to complex
Take a break
Come back refreshed and take on
All the things they say is wrong
And holding on
Til my fingertips are chafed and palms are torn raw
Google map an avenue to explore
But my heart implores
That I was always ment for more
And everything I got is a blessing but
I'm so used to loss
Like a 16 with no chorus
Speaking what I want so much into existence
Now my voice horse
Feet feel course
Back made thick from all that I've been holding on
My mind is intertwined
With the design
That all of this is temporary
But my patience is declined
Seeing places I be dreaming
Half asleep plotting out a scheme and
Frustrated to the point that I be beaming
But I can't stop won't stop
Even tho I'm bleeding
Bloody scalp burnt up shoes
And chest wheezing
All of this just for one reason
Even when I fade away
Ppl will see my kids and say
All the things in which that they see today
And overstand why daddy behaved this way.......peace
RHYMING WAVE POETRY
The Rhyming Wave is a poetry form created by Katharine L. Sparrow, American writer and poet.
It's format; 2 or more quatrains plus an ending couplet. Lines 1 through 3 are iambic tetrameter and line 4 is iambic trimeter.
The schematic, is, I hope self-explanatory, showing the iambic feet, unstressed normal print and the stressed in bold. The coloured text shows the refrained and repeated/rhymed syllables. Note in lines 2 and 3 those coloured blue are matched, the red and orange one's rhyme.
The first line of the first stanza is used as the first line of the closing couplet, the last line of the final stanza as the second.
NOTE: The author is amenable to having poets substitute rhyming as well as identical syllables. I have, as will be noted in the schematic, stuck to the original rules. However, if you have read some of my R.W'S on Poetry Soup you'll note that has not always been the case.
With apologies I messed up on the schematic, I will post it when done.
Fishy Tales
river life, what can be seen, fish,
yes, can be, can be, can be fish.
some can be cooked, a fish pie dish.
some can be caught in nets.
young tench, when caught were kept as pets,
yes, kept as kept as kept as pets.
some sticklebacks, with sad regrets.
some stick to rules; see more
river life, what can be seen, fish,
some stick to rules; see more!
In the ostensible show of life’s drama,
enactments perfected with the labor of passion,
aureate the sequel created by metamorphic alchemy.
The surreptitious shift from one actor to another,
is a designed axiomatic drive.
For the schematic inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange.
Unshackled from the abyss of craving,
introspection shows the way for inward travel
through the layers of consciousness,
where the soul perceives the radiance of divine glow,
illumining the contrived cauldron of bilocated living.
The soul then shines with astral aura,
glowing in the brilliance of thousand suns.
In self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity,
the internal galaxy turns dark desire into lighted love.
The alchemy of metamorphic divine intervention
unveils the real façade of basic transformation.
In the halcyon horizon of the life born anew,
the nascent sun of adoration rises with hue,
paints passionately the pining heart
with the color of love designing the perceptive art.
The cadence of contrived acuity
splits the mirror of delusion,
the shards of shattered pretence
scatter as discarded debris forgettable.
Shape shift creates an illumined being,
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes the contrasting paradigm of metamorphosis.