So close I belong,
So close I'd stay,
Even when the clouds gather,
Even when the tempest rage,
I'd still stay close,
Where else would I go to find solace?
In whose embrace would I find comfort?
Many are my troubles,
Many are my assailants,
Though I don’t wear my heart on my sleeves,
In my chamber is a sea of turmoil,
Each day I wake to face
them in varying proportions,
I'll stand by you,
Take a step as you do,
It’s safe a haven with you,
Without I'd be a shadow,
Without I'd be gone.
Categories:
premise, christian, desire, grave, longing,
Form: Free verse
Unsubstantial statutory subliminal
Ordinary dilemma
Domineering calypso dancing
Munching on habanero
Desert Kool-Aid promenade promenade
Soil diapers in the shower
Cleanse your mind soul body by the hour
Occupational observational
10/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
premise, analogy, childhood, destiny, dream,
Form: Rhyme
America 2020, yet another Hell on Earth
Her premise sadly unkept
The world-at-large simply shrugged
~ Fools and Poets wept
Categories:
premise, america, cry, obituary, poets,
Form: Epigram
Beauty is an empty premise
Whose truth is sorely tested
Valor's bell chimes crystal clear
In quiet heroes is it nested
Categories:
premise, beauty, courage, hero, silence,
Form: Rhyme
From 1998, I was born while my existence was pronounced a fluke
Evil twin, though an age gap, I sat myself flat after physical abuse
I salute to the man who fouled my head off a saw splitter
Mad man with a given temper only persuaded my blood flow thinner
Excessive middle finger to where I pull the trigger
On Christmas, his fellow friends prolonged the demon’s dinner
Couple of high school kids much bigger than what I have figured
He now remains in the same place with revenge waiting to be delivered
A young 5th grade minor feeling the wrath of a swinging guitar
I was unaware at the time that his conscience was dark
Pull blown sparks being targeted towards his front yard
Retaliation wasn’t needed until your intentions were meant to harm
Categories:
premise, analogy, anxiety, confusion, holocaust,
Form: Prose Poetry
They were sitting in an old-fashioned coffee house unraveling the beans
Little nuggets of wisdom not coated in sugar not creamed by distortion
Is the concept of minimal maxims truly axiomatic when we promise each
other to be of altruistic and selfless composure just discussing an argument
I shall buy you another round of caffeine infusion it helps to concentrate
on general truths like only finding solutions from rightful beginnings and logic
Existence comes before essence let us live to the fundamental potential of
talking the talk and walking the walk on that long road of questions and mind
Should we not metaphorically speaking assassinate that honest asseveration
persevere deliberate bite the bullet that fact lies in the eye of a sharp needle
I forgot to bring my nook split hooks today I feel naked can you not see it
The fabric of meaning is a bit stitched up today but the coffee hits home
Valid reasoning from a sound premise (the coffee house) to a grand finale
Whose paradigm what dictum which virtue or just idle talk brewing to where
Categories:
premise, community,
Form: Free verse
A CONVOLUTED PREMISE
Do what you can is what you can do
But some seek more it's all up to you
Then it might be said "well then, just do more"
Defining more brings you back to before as an encore
Because to do more you
have to know the before
Defining exactly how much you actually did
Allows possibly going forward beyond that grid
But it must be remembered brains are circumscribed by size
Which limits the acquisition of what you can know or surmise
So the barrier for doing more may have already been presented
And doing what you can cannot be augmented
Categories:
premise, allegory, analogy, confusion,
Form: Couplet
Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?
Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Compiling the ideas piece by piece
Who are we without all these idealism?
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
At the end world leads to anarchism
They failed to adhere what they create
Who are we without all these idealism?
The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait
They failed to adhere what they create
Stands on the land of heterodox
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
*This poem inspired by the contest that held by Richard Lamoureux, which I failed to join, but somehow I come up with this idea. Thank you for the inspiration :D.
Categories:
premise, god, inspiration, introspection, life,
Form: Terzanelle
It's deeper than the shadows
and more shallow than the truth.
It comes despite great wisdom
and in spite of guiltless youth.
It tickles at the psyche
and it spreads a reckless rash,
it yearns for satisfaction
but the itch cannot be scratched.
The raging become victims
opposition cannot hear
and red stained resolutions
never stand to persevere.
An outburst has no power
when a temper seeks out wars
it's impact becomes hollow
when all listening ignore.
Though anger gets attention
any point made pricks too brief.
The strength of all convictions
must rely upon belief.
The purest of intentions
cannot be expressed without
a pause to calmly listen
while an adversary doubts.
The loudest voice may carry
over questions raised in tow
but reason does a service
when the argument draws low.
It's those who seek to batter;
force their righteousness on all
who stand as thin as shadows
when their fervency has stalled.
Their cursive tongues encrypted
in their fits of manic fire
and so entire theses
fall on ears deafened by ire.
Categories:
premise, people, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme