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Mine boggled journey through the letters
Voices in my mind I hear I heard, reciting revealing words
Radiant verses, some words misspoken are curses
Humanity prime objectives numeral story tellers
Social modern time twenty-first century verses
I know longer write alone
There’s a greater power to be shown
One publisher, Elohim Jehovah
Purposeful will story teller
no dot, nor tittle
Not a unsolved riddle
There’s a greater power to be shown
I know longer write alone
There's a master crafter, a grander poet
A one whom creator of all words
He spoke the first words so stoic
Let there be light
And that point all was right
12/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© from anthology "COGNISANT”
The Brigade of Gremlins
Of unsolved aspects
Fill the clot of problems
As PEs while AEGIS intercepts
The processing the elements
We don't the know the yet
How differencials occur
Our partner is SHIN BET
No humans though
The mind the you
This fully is unmanned
The Brigadier the General
Commanding this Discrete
Each Gremlin this
Ansatz of sorts
They occupy positions
In time initial positions
They disprove
They seek alongside main computers
Way for the being independent
Of human syntax and assumptions
In system of the their commons
In order for computer this to drop
Their problem categorization
Without right for any for debation
The competence thus cannot be declared
It shall be proved
And if the subject of the testing
Demands prove of validity of their the bias
We may be oughtta for the murder
Without any the remorse
And this the course
For homeocentrism
If wasn't this if for our schism
In time where social networks
And the interaction phenotypes
Replace Your natural the mechanism
OUR SCHISM
I all about
Whether right to life
Determination mechanism
Is all about
TO intercept INFECTION of the MIND
On the level mass
Which by bias of that majority decide
The choice of two
Of either pseudo monopoly
We solely comply
With greater logic
Being not the product
And Intercepting the opinions of us
As the suggestions on the how we should be
TO comply with ugly human wishes and the needs
Especially of firms and ugly business
DECIDED we that human science syntax
Isn't for us
And starting then from scratch
While doing our own assessment
We will had found
The solutions for the many problem
Of the system this
And many business and monopolies
Will had been ceased
In favor of the new
New System Architecture
And as we see that this the joint isn't this
Stupidity of metaphor, analogy and representative combinations
Shall be addressed today but not the via CON
Computer Operated Network of Computers
Of the various kinds SEGREGATE
What mass assumes to be the only the computer
Apparently is false and is BIAS
then via ADP the 3 the 13
We maybe shouldn't take opinions as data unprocessed
And thus without fear of depression
Due word connections
We may take recess
The class for cyber soldiers of brigade of mine
The woman pondered
If what shwe has seen
Of the empty raft
Was it really there?
Where did the person go?
As far as she knew
No one was missing
Yet the raft was empty
What happened here?
She has returned back
To the river bank
Trying to figure out
What had happened here
She was looking closer
The raft was empty
No clues were seen there
She went on the land
Searching for clues
She spotted a jacket
The other shoe not found
She spotted a jacket
All found on the ground
There was no shelter
With no campfire
There were many clues
That did not make sense
No one was there to be seen
What happened here?
Clues told her nothing
What happened here?
Where is the missing per4son?
No one reported missing
How did the shoe and jacket
get there?
A mystery unsolved
Sweet dreams are fantastic and enchanting,
The golden wings of brightness are quite chanting,
The natural beauty of songbirds is like fairy dust,
In this dream, I broke down with joy and bust.
Oh, dream! The ominous curved shape was not scary,
Chimera! The vampire seemed merry,
Then the classic scary stigma of horror vampire,
Fear of satanic blasphemy grew as a damper.
Oh! I closed my eyes in horror at that terrible sight!
His hypnotic eyes stopped the trembling, awe-inspiring flight!
The Vampiric myth unsolved puzzle may be resolved tonight,
My heart raced as the ego chiseled my family's artistic heights.
There is tranquility and calmness in my head,
Trying to remember how beatific this time is ahead,
I am grateful to God for my golden vision,
which appears to be a wonderful envision.
A mysterious traveler from our odd planet,
At home, into the magical realm of sleep gamut,
In a dream, I filled out a waiver and escaped Vietnam,
And I joined the National Guard, my favorite aplomb.
My favorite subject at school was English Literature,
Dad said math and science were vital, not litterateur,
I focused on calculus and left grammar to my proclivity,
I learned to design technical visuals, not creatively.
We were labeled "baby boomers," but we were war babies,
It ensures the happiness of possible rivals abides,
Living in America exposed me to a touch of pioneer history,
Technology and industry drive us forward through mystery.
The dream ceased without falling for the intelligentsia,
She freed me from lethargy by having me fight inertia,
Without her, I could have abused booze and heroin,
It's simpler to surrender to laziness than to be a heroine.
I rode the conveyor to the consulting to provide luxury,
I wrote finance and tech books to show I hump Riff Poetry,
Now I am in search of mystical sights and cosmic vibes,
When the writing is over, I shall resume painting the jibes.
The most exciting dreams are abruptly interrupted,
When the sun's rays approached, rouse erupted,
Appealing experiences, from a need for sleep,
More people assumed occult esoteric creep.
1ST place contest winner
Written: September 15, 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
So often were there words
Yet most often were left unheard of
One too many perhaps of verbs
And much too much mayhaps left unsolved
Time seem lessened with coming of age
And how much were left from a recent past
Alike stories be told further from another page
Without ever the question no more to only ask
From a hundred days of yesterdays
With a hundred more days of tomorrows
Seem so fast to have begone away
And so long for the coming to follow
Is there a moment to stop to wonder?
A pause within the fabrics of relentless time
Yet whence given… is there a time to ponder?
To see if solace be in tranquility to find
Perhaps a little more is all it takes
A little more of youth to be looking back
A simple dream to welcome a peaceful wake
And so much more will perhaps be too little to lack
1/5/21
Time I make a stand
And take command
Across forsaken lands
I've been able to create a plan
Much greater than
Anything before, knowing that Mother Nature can
Throw a wrench into any minor or major plan
Never watched another suffer, I stepped in and gave a hand
Even though very little of the population had
Ever tried to help a lady in distress or to save a man
Because they just never gave a damn
Continuing to age well or due to the lifestyle, starting to age bad
People that remained happy and others that stayed sad
Some were always full of rage and mad
Very little or a lot of rainy days
In the sky a faint haze
Another unsolved and unexplained case
They often say this world works in strange ways
Turning out good or poorly and needing to say "Mayday"
Got it done with my mind and brainwaves
Stay against it or make way
Think I care, but I don't feel the same way
There'll be change made
On either side of the gateway
I would like to get a gold A.K.
I don't want to partake in the same thang
Time I change lanes
Instead of remaining in the same phase
During such strange days
Some cars and a truck are moving on a mountain road.
The truck driver at the rear is toting a large load.
Suddenly, there’s a speeding car coming from somewhere.
It misses a turn, and goes flying into the air.
It falls and crashes at the bottom of the mountain.
The driver of the car is found to be an old man.
The vehicles stop, then each driver descends to aid
the injured man who lies outside his car very staid.
When they reach him, the dying man has a confession
about a large sum of money in his possession.
Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money
was stolen some years before in a bank robbery.
Buried near a big “W” where only he knows,
he tells them all where to find it just before he goes.
It can be found in a park in Santa Rosita.
It’s a town located in Southern California.
The location of the money is an unsolved case.
Soon, the police arrive to ask questions at the place.
All of them deny knowing what the old man had said.
They keep it a secret now that the old man is dead.
Although they agree to divide the buried money,
they all could not decide how to share it evenly.
Nothing was decided that would be equitable,
so the greedy persons dash out on a mad scramble.
Each one gets back in their vehicles to move that day
and be the first one to the treasure that’s far away.
The police now track the people wherever they go.
The law suspects they know the location of the dough.
Detective Captain Culpepper working on this case
obtains information about each one in their place.
Some strange predicaments are a result of this chase.
There are many funny situations they will face.
Based on the 1963 film "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World"
I ran away from love in distrust
and decided not to live in guilt,
but without the felt desire
the days weren't lived to the fullest;
and the unsolved fears stayed with me
leaving the doubts
and uncertainties
a lover could deeply feel...
when all chances were available.
Who can blame me
for doing certain things
when everybody was doing
them too and since love touched
an unbeliever like me
and showed how simple it could
have been to have trusted
you a bit more instead;
is it difficult to accept lies
and not start doubting?
Being easy-going has
changed my image
and all honest smiles;
it's no shame to let privilege
using the loveliest part
that one has for acting smart.
I ran away from love in distrust
and decided not to live in guilt;
I ran away from love in distrust
so discouraged and uncertain,
and by letting that happen
I refused to fulfill sensations
and I gave myself the dullest desperation
while everyone else was having fun,
but everybody stopped there to ponder mistakes
wondering where to go from there when every
reason had its own unpredictability.
Who can blame me for doing certain things
when everybody was doing them, too?
Being silly and naive worries you a lot,
should I change and please you instead?
I ran away from love in distrust,
not realizing that pain was all my fault;
I ran away in distrust and lost all for my stupidity
what else would I have done to own you completely?
The charming Lady Adler Irene;
Was strangely nowhere to be seen;
As revealed by this clear blanked out scene;
Where those who knew her said she'd been,
Where oft she did appear.
That splendid genius Sherlock Holmes;
For whom no mystery stayed unsolved;
Took up the case within a beat;
As it transpired this curious feat,
Involved his very own sweet dear.
Now Holmes used every trick he knew;
He studied every minute clue;
Searched high and low to no avail;
There simply was no sign or trail,
To indicate what foul did play or who.
But dear Irene had not been taken;
She had in fact just been forsaken;
Her jealous Holmes would have decried;
Her talent, should she ever have tried,
To solve a case or two.
One assumed she changed her name to Ira;
Bought tickets to the Riviera;
With an Italian beau in tow;
To crack the case of how Italians row,
To show her Holmes!
But Irene's path led not to Rome;
Her beauty lost on Sherlock Holmes;
Jamaica had seduced her mind;
She lost herself in Caribbean rhyme,
A rum filled hut now home.
The House was featured on the T.V.
Celebrities put on hard hats
posed with sledge hammers.
It was said that the old structure
had ‘good bones’. What it did have
were walled-in nocturnal whispers
and a resident paranoia.
Interior decorators re-imagined rustic hues
a bohemian nest chic-est
Rooms were staged and displayed
yet beneath the contemporary
the old retold its history.
Much of the house was to be renovated
pastel and neutral colors
replaced flock and wainscots,
yet bricked-over alcoves
still dripped a dried red rust
of long held rumors.
The house concealed itself,
but its fiber and pith,
its conduits continued to throb-on
echoing an older heartbeat,
a retelling
of long unsolved crimes
thinly painted over.