The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
I lost my mind today -
Oh boy -
and all the thoughts I had
just seemed to vanish
in the haze
surrounding my head
It seemed so wise -
so potent -
so infinitely dull -
complete with thought, effete with pomp
emblazoned on its skull.
An ounce of heart
a pound of spleen
a smattering of phlegm
A bit of code
a bunch of will
And a thick soup of memes:
All this was all mixed
and cut to bits
A chewy marble blend
From which I built
A vague relief
Of life that I intend:
Where has it gone, do tell me?
Where is my upscale mind?
I look without,
I look within,
But nothing can I find.
It seems the mind has melted
And I must build anew
Today's mind-melded structure
With but a quart of glue.
This existence, a marvel of the creative mind, is to find ourselves living in a world of possibilities. The dualism of yin and yang creates a vast arena for personal growth. The viable stage of real-life experiences colors our time here and in the depths of Shakespearean melodrama that make up the days of our lives, dictating the value of a life that ends in death. Other entities that we share the details of this existence with, the life, love, and the path best taken to reach that perfect place, not an easy affair to work through the trials that make it all worthwhile. To break on through to the other side, where the finish line and loved ones patiently await our triumphant return!
A cube of ice could have never known -
What it is like to be melted while alone.
In a world frozen, suspended in hate,
Made as cold as is around him.
It wasn't until a flame wandered by -
That in his ignorance he began to understand.
Even the graze of warmth could lead him to cry,
He longs for her and all her warm presence.
He becomes melted in a world of frost.
He never knew that he was so lost,
Not until he was finally found,
By the beauty dancing before him, his flame.
Where shall I go?
They ask of us what I cannot sacrifice,
So help.
You, scared of the void of dice,
Do not fear what you know has result,
Let their greed grind to a halt,
Their evangelism is disguised with the veneer of a mission,
As they push us back in this revolting schism,
Help us.
Retrieve our right to humanity,
Relieve the wound that has lasted eternity,
We are not dispensable.
We are amorous and intense with emotion.
Please just give your devotion.
Devote like us to this cause where we stand
Stop letting them take over with the wave of a hand.
Liberate us.
Please.
When love tastes like melted moonbeams,
stars cajole weary skies to swirl.
Like lilacs sailing through rose dreams,
cloaked in golden ashes and pearl.
Some melodies wane over time,
when love tastes like melted moonbeams,
yet, like perfumed sonnets that rhyme,
an old soul’s guitar strums sweet themes.
Tonight, springs sigh as this heart gleams~
to twirling tunes of misty air.
When love tastes like melted moonbeams,
let the crooning clouds dance and flare.
Maybe it is through faded light~
hope awakes from its slumber seams,
etching horizons with quartz white,
when love tastes like melted moonbeams.
the solitude of life
knocking each heart out of the light
Seeking whom to surprise
I love in darkness
the traumatic ways of harden
How my soul melted and get life
in the midst of mysterious lighting
I opened my harden hearts and seeking the brighten light
am here to testify of my old darken heart
let live and have a holy life
Blessed be with all our soul
Minuscule marshmallows in weak cocoa
there is no taste in the heat of the South;
It should always burn the top of the mouth
and be soothed inhaling a ball of snow;
Those worn out carolers will need a jolt
so the hot air doesn’t cause them to faint;
Narcoleptic has become a poor trait,
out of tune voices outside the deadbolt;
Pushing against heat exhaustion is hard;
Asleep on your feet is not a new kink,
always they’re begrudging any such drink;
Left sweating like a melted greeting card.
time stopped to count in a forgotten landscape where the clocks were melted
Yesterday, so long ago
With her heart as cold as snow
She was capped in clouds of dim
The cold wind muffled her scream
Then he came with his flaming smiles
And his charm that goes for miles
He lit the fire of her soul
He paved the way towards her goal
A lunch for me that’s bound to please
Is one containing melted cheese,
For on a bagel or some bread
(The crusty type) or else instead…
Inside a quesadilla shell
Or anyplace to melt it well,
I love its oozy stretchy form,
Especially when it’s still warm.
It could be cheddar, maybe Swiss
Or mozzarella (that can’t miss)
Or muenster, gouda, edam, jack
To make a meal or just a snack.
The salad lovers may protest,
Yet pizza fans would pass the test,
For life provides no guarantees
Except when lunch has melted cheese.
Most hearts cry alone;
A sober mind, a silver cord;
Eclectic energy spawn;
Collected embraced arms;
Translucent holy dance;
Calling unto me solace glance;
Joyous heart tearless sown;
7/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Melted Chocolate
by M. Griswold
08292020
You’re essence is sensual, your body divine.
With a flavor that's sexual, most finely refined.
To eat of your moist flow, I'm most inclined.
With a frenzy of a lover, I begin my sweet dine.
Chocolate melted, rich, creamy and flowing.
Confection thick, passions now ever growing.
Your drops desirable, tempting, ever showing.
In layers rich flowing, growing, never slowing.
Coming to rest upon my tongue out stretched.
Of a wondrous taste exploding, crazed, etched.
My soul is ablaze with your thick flow fetched.
Running down my chin, a dribble not catched.
A delightful feeling erupts from deep within.
I delve in closer from my elbows to my chin.
Your scent is most insane beckoning therein.
Suckling you frantically I fully eat you all in.
Oh, my smooth chocolate, my sweet candy desire.
Streaming, steaming, it's your richness I require.
No other will do, no other can completely inspire.
The love, the lust I have for you sets me on fire.
I had a chocolate soldier
He had a chocolate heart;
He had a chocolate lady fair,
They never were apart.
They marched out in the morning
As daytime had begun
And there, beneath a cloudless sky,
They melted in the sun.
~Highlighter dumping iron mini Crayola colors left out on the driveway melting
now fused together a waxen rainbow~
11/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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