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The sculptor became jaded with prostitutes
the young ones were vacuous,
their bodies unleavened bread.
The mature subjects
scored by the violence of disappointment.
Both the naive and the world-weary
were dull molds.
The artist and anatomist, delved deeply into
the nature of form, he craved perfection.
a risen Venus, immaculate.
He dissected; plucked at visions.
On moonless nights
carried corpses on muffled barrow wheels.
By the light of a hundred candles,
he eased flesh apart,
nose swathed in verbena drenched rags,
hands tweaking, tracing tissue,
seeking once sensuous shapes
under sallow remains.
He worked with live models, hired women
of every class.
The rich were flattered, vain, the poor always
eager to earn.
None made the stone under his hands blossom.
It was a matter of timing, catching Venus
as she emerged from her littoral crest.
It seemed his models
were always coming to, or moving away
from that conjunction,
yet he kept opening mythical shells
until death took him.
At his funeral his straight-backed widow,
adorned in darkest weeds,
hid her anger well,
secretly despising those cold hands
that never did understand
the revelations of female imperfections.
The green and blue sky is weeping wondrously
My soarless wings of mine is damp with jealousy
This mind of mine — half blank, half fragmented with wit
This heart of yours — it beats for me alone? I hardly doubt it
The yellow and red is the rivers of rowdiness of course
The mellow dread inside makes me want to die and divorce
These feelings of darksome gloom and the words I loathe or love
I can’t even fathom or think of…I just want to be your tranquil dove
I won’t feel anymore
I will numb to the core
I soar, I am oh so sore
I must open that opportunity door
I bust open the windows instead
I lust, I must stop this utter dread
I dust away the dust from my feet and eat unleavened bread
He was weary of prostitutes.
The young ones were vacuous,
their bodies unleavened bread.
The mature models scored
by the violence of disappointment.
Both the naive and the bitter
were dull molds.
He had dissected women, both old and girlish.
On moonless nights carried their corpses,
on muffled barrows to his garret.
By the light of a hundred candles
he had eased flesh apart,
nose swathed in verbena drenched rags,
hands tweaking tissue, tracing
sensuous shapes under dead curves.
He hired women of every class.
The rich were flattered, vain,
the poor always eager to earn.
None made the stone blossom.
It was a matter of timing,
catching her as she emerged
from her littoral crest.
It seemed his models
were always coming to, or moving away
from that conjunction.
yet he kept opening shells
until death took him.
At his funeral
his straight-backed widow,
adorned in darkest weeds,
hid her anger well.
Despising those cold hands
that never knew
how to reveal her.
Distress is my pain empire
Fluttered in my Liar Mentality…truth be told while I be bold…letting time unwind…
I’m sorry – I’m no higher
Than a King from on High…but, I don’t mind…
Descending from the Stairway of Heaven…walkin’ that confident stride to 7-11
Rainbow smoke sifts out my desire’s fire…
Seep into me…get the dust in my mouth…bring me on Cloud 7
High and drunk off your beat, my empire…
The Day of Unleavened bread is comin’ up…
Gotta get rid of hanging sin from my chin…shattered like a china cup…
On the floor…on the floor…
You don’t like me much anymore…
Heart broken… a pain left unspoken…
I’m climbing higher than the clouds
I’m climbing the mountains of shrouds
Smiling in the face of hardships
Grimacing and arriving undone
Breaking up with breaking down…
Breaking up with breaking down…
Breaking up with breaking down…
It’s killing me
Quietly, I’m alive…
I will survive…
Yet, arriving undone…
I’m alive…
Infatuated by hella fun…
Losing my train of thot…
Untie me from this knot…
I love my pain like the drug Lithium…
Numb my pain, leaving me feelin’ dumb
Have faith and hope – it’s derived from the disability of my energy drainage (a feeling of weariness)
These shattered dreams I long to cope with…catfishing for no reason and downloading useless files won’t help me through this rampage…
On this page…
Of blank stares…
Imagining swaying rocking chairs and iridescent stairs…
I’m invincible…
I’m invisible…
I may be irresistible…
But, don’t hurt me…I’m irritable and sensitive…
Immature behaviors are apparently legal at home…
In this house of abuse – I’m a weird, fuzzy moose…let go and let live…
Let me let out my fumes of manlihood…
Heat waves of be-brave sweep into me
Sweat of defeat trickle down my face,
Attempting to keep pace and tying your shoe lace
Aiming my shadows and reflections on “to-be-or-not-to-be”
Oreo Planet sleeps above the event horizons deep
Black holes, dark matter, form between the light
Vanilla stars follow Orion’s galactic path on course
Along the ecliptic everything is night
Planet Oreo stands alone in clouds of wonder
A mystery in the universe as something baked
Is that a small unleavened cake, crisp, flat and sweet?
Is that a cookie floating in the distant mist oh so deep?
Mirrors reflect the brilliance of the sun
Life is black and white and sometimes dumb
Oreo stands alone in cosmic clouds of wonder
Transitioning from cookie company into what?
Oreo is not just a planet but a cookie politic
“Transgenders exist” and that’s enough
So have another lick and don't confuse it with a bite
Image of Officer Remembered by Fox News
Lamentations In Blue
You lie there like unleavened bread
A vestige of quaint repose
Pall box lined with a satin thread
Dapper in tailor-made clothes
An errant mind begs fulfillment
Though fruitless in its echo
Be thy fate rise from an ailment
Rest kindly for me, 'twas so
A shot rang out, whereto, you fell
Report states an err was made
Cleanly went through one bullet shell
For a man in blue hath paid
In a row, a graveside salute
Folded flag is presented
Brothers all from his police troop
My real bro., I lamented.
2019 May 26
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 15)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 15
January 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 1-3
Key Verse – Leviticus 1:1 And the LORD called unto Moses, and spake unto him out of the tabernacle of the congregation…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DIVINE CALLER
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
speaking to me with Your love’s nurturing
Thank You for Your eternal life’s salvation-pouring
For me to bring to You my acceptable offering
As I put myself in Your fire’s molding toward sweet savoring.
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
sprinkling to me Your blood-soaked grace
Thank You for Your altar that reveals my spiritual status’ x-rays
For me to depend on Your sacrifice-upholding praise
As I place myself in Your wing’s embrace.
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
saying to me Your required oblation
Thank You for Your truth toward unleavened sincere love-motivation
For me to present to You my earnest devotion
As I prepare myself to be a frankincense of inspired dedication.
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
stating to me Your perfect sacrifice
Thank You for Your peace that soothes my woes and cries
For me to strive to lay my hand on diligence-price
As I pull myself away from vanities to abide in You Who always suffice.
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
sharing with me Your fellowship’s fire
Thank You for Your holiness, vanquishing carnality-mire
For me to depart from filthiness of worldliness’ tire
As I position myself toward Your wisdom from where I constantly enquire.
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
smiling to me while granting every peace-beatitude
Thank You for Your goodness I appreciate with gratitude
For me to depend always on You along Your strengthening fortitude
As I push myself to Your presence around prayer solitude.
Lord God, You are my divine Caller,
setting to me Your pardon as my confessed sin-forgiver
Thank You for Your Word-assurance, making me Your faith-thriver
For me to learn from You above humanistic fallacies that hover
As I press myself toward Your heart, and be near You, my perpetual Lover.
January 31, 2023
When I thought of YOU beautiful
Eagerly I looked at YOU exquisite
I crave you silken, yon stunning sweet
While I pondered, enchanting and I seek
The incredible ideal invigorating please woman be mine
BEAUTIFUL
~
That moment my soul grew fabulous
I knew in an instance...
I was a fine and you're fine
Please my love, be my love YOU I love
Hello, hello BEAUTIFUL
Ah, distinctly I was sanctioning
Your perfumed fresh blessed kisses
from heaven unseen unleavened
~
Deep into that darkness vitiating
You light up my LIFE with anticipating
The pleasing prize precipitating
Remembering many splendorous, sweet instantaneous
Constants feels of lemon-breeze you love me and I love you
BEAUTIFUL
~
That moment my soul grew fabulous
I knew in an instance...
I was a fine and you're fine
Please my love, be my love YOU I love
BEAUTIFUL
~
Hello, hello
together YOU and I
Shall we try to first embrace God together
Then we shall incorporate and together do what God has made us
Please be mine until the end of dawn of time
Till the Son comes down
Or till one of us dies
You shall always be mine...beautiful
MY BEAUTIFUL
12/12/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...
More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red
boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact inducing
mushrooming reverberations,
she continuously smacks me with dread
naught (Hawaiian punch style)
upside the head
jarring delicate anatomical
soft as freshly baked bread
gray matter, qua delicate
psyche got skull fully outspread
knocking down intelligent quotient
less than porcine Nellie, one smart
pig in poke farmstead,
where unseen hemorrhaging bled
scarring, seething, and suffering
practically indelible contusions
finds me whirling back from Sheepshead
Bay to stone age of Fred
Flintstone, where shmoo zing schwilly
found yours comfortably numb,
and yet kept on truckin as if grateful dead,
asper decades worth oven
po' whetted unleavened bread.
This insufferable afflicted
brow beaten doughless bro
tantamount, viz time
and again forced to eat crow
yes (ma pet) even as prank no
joking even derided by (thanks to Yo
yo ma spouse) innocent looking Elmo
nsync with mouths of scared
bullies vitriol, which did flow
exploding like embers
kindled within me plenti glow
wing with blood lust vengeance
antithesis trademarked ho ho ho
wing of Santa Claus, intending
to crush indomitable of this Joe,
whose spit fired spirit, also
suffered strafed bruised flesh
indistinguishable from indigo
girls or goo goo dolls know
wing no better than dodo
bird than besiege this hobo!
A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!