By Far
Distant so adjourning, by far
Follow delusional by far
Cart before the horse;
Traveling by coach;
by far
the distance from the sun to orgone
distance lost
freedoms captures
freedom march, nonchalant
both negate positive
~
care yet don't care
manner be so be
Milky-Way mile high in the skyway
by far
Traveling by coach;
Cart before the horse;
Follow delusional by far
Distant so adjourning, by far
be I not found, nor lost
neither denied no charge, no cost
sweet by N by
~
Chariots in the skies
darkness over shrouded by pin light
distance lost
freedoms captures
freedom march, nonchalant
both negate positive
care yet don't care
manner be so be
Milky-Way mile high in the skyway
by far
7/29/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
Categories:
orgone, addiction, adventure, celebration, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Curious, a drop of orgone dusk
Making way to peek amid that
These curtains; hush this breath
Rising in slivers their, delight..
A manifold cat crowing with
Blood dripping from the vine
Candlelight shadows and the clock
Chimes black rubies twined atop
Pentagon lines vanilla incantations
Silk desires, parting perfect red lips
Stoking this fire; deep the moans
Bewitching cradles resting now
The dawn which waits within
Her velvet charms; love, set ablaze...
Nightfalls curious drop of time
Beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom she does lie
Casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart they surely know
Outside their window, a proxics cat
Does crow; aneath blood as blue rubies
Dripping from vines; such, silk incantations.
Categories:
orgone, love, passion, romance, cat,
Form: Free verse
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A curious drop of orgone dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains...
Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing
With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes
Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires
Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle
Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze...
Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows
Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations...
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...“My Beautiful Bride's” *
Categories:
orgone, love, passion, romance, cat,
Form: Free verse