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Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent
with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.
Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the grave,
I sneak through the trees.
The aroma pulls me along
through the cascading moonlight.
I can feel the hunger growing,
snapping at my innards
like a rabid dog.
Crouching behind a low ridge
I spot her
running through the woods,
just a silhouette
frolicking
in the night mist.
The moonlight scrolls across
her smooth form
like living tattoos
writhing along
her supple body.
Daring not to breathe,
I creep
within reach
of my lovely dryad,
keeping downwind.
I lash out
hamstringing her.
She releases an erotic whimper
as I lick her blood
from my claws
and it sends
quivers through my mind
awakening a stronger
Crimson lust.
I deliberately pace around her
drinking in her scent.
Then just as my hunger
is about to drive me into a frenzy
she says
"Will this wolf offer
me his throat?"
Time slows
and the moon turns red
as I subconsciously
hold out my neck
leaning down towards her.
She lushesly
sinks her teeth in
tearing through skin and sinew,
blood spraying into my face
while showering down on her,
driving me
to howl my lust towards
the heavens.
When she stops
feasting on me,
Her
all covered in my blood
and bits of my flesh,
Me
a little weakened
and excited,
I ask her
"What will you do
now that you have part of me
inside you?"
She seemed to consider this
for time eternal,
with the moon
glistening in her eyes.
Slowly she turns towards me,
a smile on her lips,
and says
" Why I will howl my feelings
into the night,
soaking the world
with your thralls.
May you have pitty
on their souls
As I have
on yours."
Some young people just don’t seem to know
that freedom is the only way to go.
With minds addled by tired lies,
and not experience enough to realize
that when everything is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
They’re told to fixate and lock in
on only our past mistakes and sins.
They rant about how we had slaves,
forgetting we fought to end that plague.
Did the Romans ever do that much?
Did the Byzantines or other such
great empires of the eons passed
ever bother to get off their ass?
Did the Arabs or Turks free such men?
Hell no, they enslaved more than Europeans!
And even now, in this present day
the Islamists still claim God allows slaves?!
But our nation from the beginning
knew freedom’s fight was worth winning.
Eighty years of struggle, at high cost,
but freedom won, and bondage lost.
It was not the only battle fought,
or the only harsh lesson taught.
We made mistakes with the Indians,
but now we call them countrymen.
Women once knew not the vote,
now of this and more they boast.
Jim Crow once claimed southern lands,
so we ran it down, despite Democratic hands
holding up the great, finishing blow,
but they failed at that, now it’s no more.
Against external foes we soldiered on,
from Nazi filth to Socialist thralls.
The Nazis we put in the grave,
and outlasted the Reds until they caved
into the crushing, inevitably misery
that always follows their ideology.
The trend I think is plain to see,
when evil rises, so do we.
Though it may take years, even decades
we push on until it is unmade.
This is what our schools should teach,
and people everywhere should preach.
To reject it all due to past mistakes,
a certain type of fool it takes.
To expect perfection from a species flawed
goes against human nature’s laws.
Be glad your nation still fights wrong
when most go along to get along…
But enough of redigesting old days gone,
let’s go on to what makes us awesome…
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Ignorance is Bliss
Ignorance is Bliss
When GOD destroyed the town of NINEVA Jonah danced and grinned an evil
smile. He party and he drank and he ate squab and many other birds an evil
meat he danced among the naked thralls oh wait this never happened gentile
reader let me tell you the real story was this wise. Jonah was an angry man he
waited on the hill so happy was the man for the GOURD vine had got between
him and the sun the shade was so very nice and then an evil wind came up so
hot and burning him the vine withered like a worm had come and smote the
vegetable matter it was made of. He got hot and it made him mad and then the
wonder of it all as he gazed down upon the town at people in the cattle stalls just
going around about the businesses at hand. JONAH why are you mad there is
more than TWENTY THOUSAND people in the city of this land. No one of them
knows his right hand from his left they are just ignorant. Why would you have me
destroy them? Jonah stubbed his toe in his excitement. Eye knew that you OH
GOD would be like that. The city is spared why then did you have me Preach
against it. The answer lies insided in the minds of all my readers. Because that I
am GOD and because that I am Care and just to make them all aware of
trespasses and of sins to make them all get better and to live. When you were in
the belly of the whale and given up for dead the sign was given then for JESUS
my only SON to come and save all of the men who listen now to me and turn to
him and still they will repent and turn from all the sin as this NINEVAH has done.
Just listen and say Jesus is the LORD. Ignorance is soon forgiven more than evil
knowledges and hardnesses of hearts.
Ignorance is Bliss
Written: February 19, 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
as an entity in the dream, we conjured
we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed
how then may we wake up when we are in trance
in bondage to illusions we ourselves streamed
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Through the scenery of my reflected mind,
Where phantasm and sentience intertwined.
I clumber caught in an inanimate dream,
Where nothing is genuinely what it may seem.
We are creators and thralls in this dreamscape,
We foster a weaving of sycophancy and serape.
Many fallacies entwine with each strand of truth,
As skeptics, we lack a grasp on what is smooth.
Perhaps it's time to question what we hold as real,
To probe the depths of our collective, waking feel.
Only when we confront the truth we made,
Can we begin to shatter the illusions we parade?
Reflections shimmer on the spectrum glass,
Where restrictions of existence gingerly pass.
Subtly blending jointly, the dreamer and dream,
Where illusions' constraints begin to stream.
Am I profoundly watching or am I the watcher?
Without a grounding, afloat as a space monster.
The self breaks down within a specific design,
Where exterior limits and inner sublimity shine.
Through the blackness and the splitting light,
Coming out of the shadowy shapes of our plight.
We probe the bedrock character of our state,
Also, stimulates every dubbed conceptual gate.
And so we rise, as a phoenix from flames,
With eyes ajar, and hearts no longer tamed.
We grasp a raw world, with a vision clear and bright,
And as the sojourn is sturdy, we'll walk into the light.
Something beside me Darkness mirrors something's engulfing me a barrage of vision across the path split in half shines the Drone
Shadows
The light the Stars the Moon and the Sun above me Casting the non beauty celebrated light 3/4 around transition. Casting about the dark and on the ground stands beside me shadows being Gray turn to black where am I and why is it always by my back. Side to side depleted of light.
There's a still small soft voice twinkling the screams of humanity decreasing and through the Chaos Control walls and abundant sounds screams round and round it doesn't come there for us already here the twinkle sounds of the barrage faint spoken words the cooing the newborn babe shallow verse...shhh! It is near no it's here. Can't you feel it ?hear what? The willow breath, hear the faint, silence breath screaming cease Bocuse crest from the outer to inner ear Spears sounds of
Whispers
I fell into the Blackness into the hole of Darkness internet Venture data thralls me the faint voice that calls me and yet I am surprised by the Shadows I am enlightened and startled by The Whispers but the man yelling and my suppression and in my depression I am depleted of a logic of the reason of my mind Flint wind I do find that I am started I'll be holding how long have I blast it I am in all what's on my knees I get up I stand I want away from my crawl I Am starter an enchantment I am the lightest by my containment Landing in adventure of my mind is reality the Syfy and I am grasping that's why I ...
Gasp
Intuit?
I
Submit to
Shadows
Whispers
Gasp
5/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
This is something other than unsure laced with heavy heart.
I'd love to change my mind, is this where you take charge?
When our play begins, the starring role I'm begging you to take.
Open your eyes, I won't sit around and wait.
Would you instantly be swooned if I could be your tin foil dream?
Would you cook me in a spoon, shoot me right through your blood stream?
A rush that lasts longer than fifteen seconds, a force that beckons for all of your attention.
I want to illuminate the dark corners, where you hide the secrets that border,
The hurt that you and I refuse to admit, the **** that resides far beneath the surface,
Those things that just never quite seem fit and yet we both allow them to exist.
Between a cut and a hole, is there really a difference at all?
Knowing what I know, why do I keep interest in something I cannot control?
She's got what you need and she's got you by the balls,
I have nothing that can compare to her thralls.
But this is just an embellishment of events as seen in my head.
This is my heart written on paper that cannot be read. Maybe if I do it like this, it will make more sense.
I hope you'll let me find solace in you because I know I can do better but I don't want to believe it is true.
This where I lose rhythm and ask you to lie and tell me you'll do anything, but darling don't take the time to try.
“For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ.” (Galatians 1:10)
In exile ‘midst the southern timbers’ walls,
My chamber bleeds the candle’s dimming thralls.
Upon the midnight blaze, I weep in vain,
Awaiting courts beneath Islamic reign.
For mother’s blood lay cold and carpet stained,
And thus the village pointed me to blame.
As peril looms and fate constricts my soul,
My heart grows dreary, sweat consumes me whole.
In shaking breaths, I glare above the coals,
The wooden cross reveals a burning gold.
“O’ Father, lay upon me warming hands,
Amidst this sea of wolves, I walk a lamb.”
I am the way, the truth, and the life:
no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
In darkness shines his light of blinding grace,
Upon my chamber blooms his loving face,
He stands above me, arms in gold embrace,
As holy wonder sets my soul ablaze.
“My son, why dost thou meddle in thy woes?”
“O’ Lord, my soul lay barest in their throes.”
“And whoso dost thou fear, thy dove or crow?
For hearts of men lay barren ‘midst my throne.”
Be not afraid, only believe.
I wake, my chamber blind without a flame.
With peril knocking, father calls my name:
For do I heed the judgement of men,
Or the mercy of the Lord?
a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the vangogh
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxic bay
and ozonescent that seaweed belches beyond which
we touch base grounded through our sneakers over
mandrakehandled roots thirsty the
ariels of the island it thralls me and I am also video
pronouncing this is metafiasco you leading me
landing us nowheres following the one true path to
enjambment
of the dark of chlorophyll
waterless the sun photos and we are waterless
set in a shoot of turning shoots lifeline
a fake slick of isthmus cast off cast off you
and I am all crenulations and palisades thinking this all must
come to an ending to ahead like slipshod jackdaws come
crisping across the heat toasted toadstools stopping only to talk and yes
even to each other sweating chanting hums decomposing
future memoirs spying
on the natives howling from the tourists two
last things finding binocular hands listless cutoff
from the cymbeline sand by short steep racks of rockwalls sandwiched
by soil and grass and an idling car pulsing
in the early afterlight a magic roustabout of tapping
every faculty each musty sense one more day slapped down in
stone for an organgrinding holy day
Today I sat and pondered and closed my eyes to see
On a sunny island I strolled, knowing what's ahead for me
Closer to the beach hut I could hear our favourite song
Through the louvred doors I go, as I catch a scent so beautifully strong
It's emanating from the bathroom, amidst a plume of moisture, steam
Slowly I reach my destination as I continue into my dream
My eyes peer through scented vapours, catching a shadow within my sight
Lavender surrounds two souls as I catch shapes of pure delight
My love, my maiden, my Queen, having exited from her shower
Thralls the man in me attracted by her womanly power
She glimpses she sees I'm there, her towel is offered to I
Closer we move to each other as my hands wander to dry
Her nape, shoulders and back touched as if by an angels wings
The song that lured me earlier, my heart now joyfully sings
To her hips I reach, whilst to my knees I fall
My heart now racing faster, my hands in drying sprawl
To me she now graces, azure blue eyes look down at me
Beauty in she abounds, through loved eyes my love I see
Crimson lips allure to mine, as if in magnetic trance
Naked we are, touching brushing, we enter into dance
Two bodies in tender abrasion, hands in adventurous roam
Alluring desires excite freely in our sunny island home
In Hope and Faith....we pray this day
Praying today for mothers, fathers strong,
For godly parents raising children throng
May families within our walls
Be shielded from the daily trials and thralls.
We lift up our pastor in prayer,
Asking God to guard his heart with care
To walk closely in the Spirit’s gentle light,
Be encouraged, steadfast in the fight.
For his wife, faithful, dear,
Grant her strength to support her chanticleer
Young hearts, young hands,
Guide them, Lord, across life’s shifting sands.
Let them put their trust in Jesus’ grace,
Their bodies the Holy Spirit’s dwelling place.
Guard them from the darkness round,
That Jesus the Light may abound.
May fathers lead with wisdom there,
And families seek You in humble prayer.
In a confused world that’s lost,
Remind us Who created us,
Let culture’s drift not cloud our view
Your design, Lord, ever true.
We pray Your will for every home,
And for our leaders as they've sown.
Grant courage, wisdom, hearts contrite,
Salvation’s gift and vision bright.
May they walk close and honor You,
Ambassadors in all they do.
And so we echo an ancient plea:
“If My people humble be…”
Heal our land, O King of saints, we cry
In Your Word our hope, from Your hand we’ll fly
In Jesus' name
Amen.