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Myriad of wired scenes consumes me
Stained by Hades , shadows lurk
Within a lunar widescreen of a dream---
Voices raking with madness...lost
On phosphorus wisp of evening
Despite frail light in the shade-
Bleak visions cascade on damp floor
Ghastly these shadows crawling
Through serpentine weaves , as if
To pluck my soul, their angst unreleased:
I slither into deeper caves of dreams
Rummaging my last trails of grace,
My faith begging for prayers to lilt...
Until my body wakes, rocking gently
Changing macabre hours into twirls
Of calm, a behest from morning god
While I finally slay my own ghosts.
1st place
HallelujahMy heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing
Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest
Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God
He who caressed me he kissed me gave me his life
My heart has a mind within my soul
My heart has hidden treasures unreleased untold
My heart beats rhythm essence flows
My heart has a mind within my soul
My heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing
Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest
Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God
Hallelujah
7.7.23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Power is dynamite
Power is unleased
Unleased for evil
Unleased for good
Good brings joy
Good brings love
Love is of God
Love releases
Releases happiness
Releases freedom
Freedom to live
Freedom to be responsible
Responsible in relationship
Responsible in life
Life opens doors
Life for living
Living is a joy
Living each moment
Moment slowly make minutes
Moment do make hours
Hours to use gifts
Hours to understand
Understand oneself
Understand others
Others are important
Others make secure
Secure in life
Secure in all
All aspects
All that's worthy
Worthy ideas
Worthy duty
Duty of motherhood
Duty of home
Home is where the hearth warms
Home fills the heart
Heart filled with good
Heart filled with sympathy
Sympathy for situations
Sympathy for one's position
Position of underling
Position of powerlessness
Powerlessness at home
Powerlessness in business
Business of the world
Business of management
Management unrequited
Management of strength
Strength
Unrequited
Each cherished memory of mine...cause iz woe
Analogous to unique ventifact for shore
and seven years ago,
where time and tide faintly roar
within noggin o'this common Joe
reviewing silent film unreleased,
unpopular, unimpressive tour
de force if technology existed
to broadcast and show
projected on big screen only
to elicit chore
tills whereby rotten tomatoes
lobbed accompanied by dough
less bro (i.e. an alter ego equally hoar
rubble at lifelong accomplishments), though
woke to awareness, whence
twilight years sped more
bajillion times faster than greased
lightning, when final adieu
will tide dully be high water mark
luke king point blank at poor
etch heave mints mostly
abysmally, equally,
pathetically barely drew
stick figures upon tabula rasa
mostly feeble scratches galore
looking at you
unknown reader, now
doddering, hobbling, loafing... ignore
rant of untold opportunities
(long fostered barnacle clad) view
wing gamut of healthy risk taking
avoidance in name of war
re: ness against challenging,
testing, upending... true
and tried loathsome
overstayed welcome, a deplore
hubble basket case squirreled
within bedroom, who
suffered rabid exhortations, objections,
ultimatums... told to shovel ordure
lack of gainful employment
beset courtesy a slew
of psychological mailer daemons
case closed by parental cloture
countless decades ague
reduced present fulfillment score
indelible bitterness toward
self confident self I never knew
afraid of doppelganger to
central processing unit silly con wayfair core.
I have reviewed my spots and inklings
measuring each.
solidified my moment inside breach
of cosmic tare
said farewell to sanity and all the hosts I fare
given lives I’ve liven for the ghosts
of my regret
and yet
please my dearest give to me, one more cigarette
before the fold
before we’re told there is no final gift.
I cannot shift the moment of our loss
it is the drape we wear within the care and toss
of our own life
we are the one
we alone
must chew the raggedness of every bone and morsel given
hanging thread; banging road
dribbles, snivels, ache and cry,
one day which will dry.
Though we try
to understand the very small or hugely grand
they are but very aspects of our soul
mirrored life of pain and joy for every girl and boy
broken toy, maligned, and we must find
the wealth behind
the gift
Momentary shift and xhit
between the between, with half-stepped, measured blasting;
no pirouetted dancer masking,
ballerinas bursting with confectionary bubble.
troubling us for spare change,
attention in the rubble
paupering our paper cups with cuts of customer’s change
outside our edifice big and strange
cold and rained upon.
c’mon.
cry me a river
stand me out and cut me down and shiver
take your best shot, man
cause here I am
here I am
until I am no longer here.
none could love you more than I
proof escapes my very eye
and with it all of my
unreleased reach
wish the touch of Heaven’s Beach
love of everything and all
with words between us
sharing; while staring at
each unanswered call.
you want to play mind games okay I can do that
your getting closer to me for something but I don't know what yet
you say you want to be friends but I see the devil on your shoulder grinning
you want me to be a friend you can trust you,
after you hurt me how stupid can you be?
you hurt me and now you want to be friends okay fine I'll be your "friend".
you wanna play a game that I'm good at your playing checkers and I'm playing chess.
you want to play with my emotions and act like everything is fine
okay fine I'll play your game I'll make you think you're winning but the truth is I hold the cards.
you have no clue on what you have unreleased I always knew there was a dark side to me, and you have shaken the lion too much and now that lion is a blood thirsty dragon ready to pounce just at the right moment.
how long do you think you'll survive?
I give it a few weeks maybe a month if your lucky
just remember your the one who did this to yourself.
I'm not use all the one for revenge but you have took things to far,
pretending to love me
using me for my body
telling me to keep secrets so you could protect your popularity
all I have to say is what ever is coming your way its your fault.
I can’t help the impulse to call you
When it’s dazzling sunlight in the morning
Your smiling face beckons me through
The dark days and nights and the yearning
I know that my calls would be missed
You’ve been out of reach for awhile
But the sound of ring like a track unreleased
Starts to play in my worried mind
‘Grisha is calling you’ was what you’ve seen
Sometime ago, when the time
Was on our side, and it really did seem
To keep us safe underline
‘Judy is calling you’, the sign used to appear
Prompting to pick up your call
What have we done to be exiled from here?
I bet that we both can’t recall…
Help me
the call of the desperate
a furlong voice sent on quest
from which it will never return
Looking for hope from a god
who is not be there
Darkness your blanket and coldness your friend
Gravity pulls the sorrow from your soul
Light bares witness to your fear
Your body held together by unreleased tears
We have split the atom
but how easy the soul from the self is ripped
The stranger inside willing you to strive on
but he cant fathom your depths
I am a stranger to my thoughts
Thoughts cannot feel
Happy just a disney dwarf
Joy a forgotten bible word
Wonder the father of the end
Love a pain without source
And friendship and family lost to death
Sleep the comfort
Soft sleep.eyes and brain living the life
The self shrinking as the pain intensifies
Less of me to care
Of my careless life
That whisper with no audience
Help me
but still
stillness
Its always aches,
when it becomes too late.
When you finally realized,
those and things you forsake.
And now,
like a coward,
I yearn for eternal rest,
rather than walk this journey alone,
without true.
left to wrestle with fading thoughts,
of unkept promises.
I slip into the void of this endless black hole,
of what might have been,
goes on to be forgotten,
where unreleased words
and wandering feelings of love,
gets relinquished,
into the forever what if.
Lost love seeps from curling words
into a floundering bloodstream flow of tears, sketches echos through the heart.
For it is your acidic tongue drips venom,
and only God holds the serum
to cure the Scars of the dark.
Suture, snip, and strife.
Busy, busy, busy.
It shall cut in to you.
Betray the kin in you.
Take you off the tit of Maternity,
on self leave.
While (true).
To your blackened corpse eternity.
Enhance.
Enhance.
Enhance.
Your seductivity-connectivity.
Urban decay, no Rural dismay.
No shame or pity, only legs spread apart for a leg up on opportunity.
Now proliferate, obfuscate.
Make them dance the dance.
Make the war at the gates.
In my spell of trance,
their own distorted reflecting pools,
are shadows in the land.
Let off your steam in the daylights
dark spectrum.
Pontificate the ugly,
strut it around the runway,
as you fly, tucked beneath my wing.
Doves unreleased, choking in my hands.
Spirits unprovoked by right and wrong, Jezebels all,
only self impunity and disappearing
strands,
stringing scar tissue, where the flesh is weak, and willing to fall.
To the whips and chains
that give you my identification bar code stripes to mark your remains.
In the driving reign.
Only too late to discover my best laid plans bleeding you, grave.