The mortal extraction of your consciousness.
Each word hums through my blood, the slaps of silvers coaxing the cries of my crimson.
A label of eternity, meandered into the muster of your grime, breathing my bond to life.
The bond of my cease.
The bond of my desire.
The bond of my boon.
The serenity of your essence sprouts my veins; a constant bourgeon to the yield of my being.
I am bound to the tranquillity of your solitude.
Each kiss a desperate gasp for something but the void of my arteries.
Each kiss a piteous offering for something but the eternity of my devotion.
Each kiss an awaited bequest for something other than the relict of my bloodline.
I am yours.
A previous assertion to the testimony of your love.
A current avowal to the testimony of your pledge.
A future declaration to the testimony of your tenure.
Belonging is a concept etched into the dejection of my skin; a belonging embedded within each breath, sending way to the rock of my revolve.
I love you.
Though, three syllables will never be enough to articulate the exploitation of my dread, forever marred within the lines of my shambles.
Yet, even then,
I love you, my moon.
I hereby decline
to speak my mind
You might publish the news
of my orthodox views
Thank you for the guilt
you planted in me
for making me worry
for what I never did
for mistaking my intentions
and make me plead
for stealing my confidence
and my peace
In the stillness of a cool, spring morning,
A cardinal’s heart is heavy – he’s heartbroken.
Softly calling for the lover he is mourning.
Thumps noisily against the clear glass pane,
Reflecting the scarlet bird, lost in his grief,
Striking the window, again and again – is he insane?
A quiet storm made its way
Feelings strewn and blown astray
Enamored in one another were we
In turns a desperation to be free
Lost in each other, thus
A soft-focused portrait of us
Warm is the sea as the sun is swallowed
Pleading vacant hearts no longer hollowed
Silhouettes kiss in night’s moonlight
Tranquil bliss as our hearts reignite
All hindrances and snags we now transcend
At a shimmering prismed rainbow’s end
Plead with me,
in this agony,
to let us breath.
Extend our hands and arms,
towards the blinding sun,
and tell the world,
how far we've come.
You plead my cause
Know that I'm not worthy
Note that I am filthy
And yet you came along
You came a long and you wash me
You know tat I was guilty
and yet as my lawyer
you plead my cause
I was lost in the wilderness
You plead my cause
I was blinded you took those scalds off mine eyes
now I see your wonderous light
I am so excited you plead my cause
8/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
Little lives plead,
Don’t make them bleed.
God-given gifts, they must be spared,
Let us say no to abortion,
It’s a sin worse than extortion,
Snuffing innocent lives uncared;
Let us say no to abortion,
Expecting love, they’re unprepared
For the cruel deed that has snared,
It’s a sin worse than extortion;
Little lives plead,
Let us say no to abortion,
Their cries for mercy, I have shared,
It’s a sin worse than extortion,
Don’t make them bleed;
Don’t make them bleed ~
Little lives plead.
01.09.2022
For Emile Pinet's "Meditative Ballad" contest
Me and my muse had a fight,
She said I played it too safe.
Our nasty duel lasted all night.
I got so mad; I told her to leave.
She's been gone since October.
I have no tricks up my sleeve.
If you see a lackluster poem,
my muse is missing; blame her.
Alexis Y.
02/21/2021
Lady,I am serious, I want to marry you
I cherish no other but you
Sweet fruits are not sweeter than my love
My love is sweeter than wine; honey
So please baby I want your love in return
I want to marry you
I want us to have a family
Or else you may kill me
I think destiny has put us together
O---my love don't refuse
From the day I met you
I knew that your love is meant to be
Because of you I felt my life will change
Even if you are broke, my love don't cost a thing
All that matters is you accept to marry me
Baby please don't kill me
Yeah, Somebody needs you
What is love?
Baby don't kill me, I want your love
Accept mine with concern
I will make it up to you
You must believe me
It's with you I belong
Please open up to me
Everything you do is so magical
People say love is blind but I sees in your eyes
I heard you talk about relationship
How you want someone like me
I will never let you go
Just turn to me now
We should not be trying now but moving on
Our journey is never meant to die
The Deep Darkness, The Hope, Words Sent To Plead
I am lost, wicked world grants no reprieve
Castle of darkness, black-cast to deceive
Towers staggering in the boiling mist
I that dare to shake my angry left fist
From the deep chasm, life is set to perish
Within fated storm lies all I cherish
Night- born horrors seem to forever last
I pray peace, such that was lost in the past.
The cold black ocean, its cavernous mouth
Winter's icy cold that sends life down South
No sanctuary, no joy to be had
Life and sorrows, seems all of it is bad.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, will it bright shine.
Allowing happy days on which to dine?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2020
Sonnet, ( Wishing Upon Hope And Sincere Prayers)
A nation whose people don't want to get sick
~ Won't be able to rev up the economy quick
LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list from near LESOTHO
Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S
The letters, not the word, A for adoring Him, C for confession of sins
Variety & Individuality in prayer, but these steps are essential (O Lebanon!)
I intercede, Abba-Father, for countries whose names begin with "L" (Laos!)
At the start I thought I wouldn't recall them all; almost forgot leaderless Libya
Africans used Libya as a way to Europe - Refugee Crisis - before Corona Virus!
Not Ghadafi's Libya under forced good behavior, but the wildness of "democracy"
Do show mercy to all Creation, in Jesus' Name, to those "named and unnamed"
Liechtenstein and Luxembourg could easily be overlooked, no news
Is GOOD news when talking of a pandemic, yet we pray for big and small
Bless us: Liberia & Lithuania, Father, the One Jesus made known us ("Abba")
You are the God of second, third, or umteen chances; we ask Thy forgiveness
As we seek Thy Spirit of Truth, O Holy Spirit, to teach us (as Jesus promised)
And how i always said id Let the water take me,
Im begging now.
Drown me beautiful ocean.
Let your waves tie around my ankles and tug me under.
let me watch the bubbles rise up as i sink ever so gracefully.
Seaweed tying knots around my lungs,
Consistently aching in such a bittersweet way.
Sand meets my toes that dig softly into the ground as my back
settles on the ocean floor.
Too dark to see the particles blurring in my eyesight before me.
Light filters through in certain spots,
The only thing left filling my vision.
my mind succumbs to the deafening quiet.
No more air to release into the sea bearing an anvil on my chest,
A tomb i built only for myself.
As soft eyes, reflect a desperate need.
each subtle breath, exhaled in loneliness.
tender hearts can’t endure, such weariness.
the tone of your voice, carries urgency.
from chains of sorrow, a heart must be freed.
though the world seems devoid of earnestness.
this isn’t a world, fill with gloominess.
through this sonnet with love, to you I plead.
How can I prove, my love for you is real?
what words of love will stop, the tears you cry?
what deed, will ease the sadness in your eyes?
place your hand upon my heart, you will feel.
the rhythm of a love, that longs to heal.
to remove the burdens, which make you sigh.
to release your spirit, so you can fly.
to know your love, my heart with joy, would reel.
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