And I’ll lie on concrete floors
Gathering strength
To climb onto silk sheets
Thinking about dropped beats
Fight off the sleep deprivation
To circle the block, check the house and the yard
And I think of your handwriting and the lines on your face and trace your back like a map to the place
Where it’s warm and it’s dry and it’s safe
Tucked away
Every day
And maybe there’s more than we’re given
But when I just sit criss cross and listen
I’m Mary, daughter, John on a mission
Knowing what I’m meant to
Feeling like He felt too
I ran into you last week
It felt like wearing wet socks
I would’ve asked to come home
Just to dry off
I want your carpet between my toes
And the door on lock
I’d thaw by your fireplace
You would make tea
We don’t have to talk
We could just blink
I’d leave before sundown, it wouldn’t get bleak
We don’t have to talk
We don’t have to speak
A renewal of mind
A time to relax
A time to think
NO time for negativity
Only positivity
Great vibes
My time
Needed to unwind.
Mind reset
A must
Life sometimes can be tough
Overall, with Jesus's Mercy and Grace
I will make it.
The great reset may be a fingerprint accompanied by a chant.
Another Gated vaccine sprinkled with lead.
A blue chip implanted in a newborn's head.
It may be a macabre message.
From dusty prophets long since dead.
The radiation of our overconfidence.
The harvesting of our very consciousness.
It may be the second coming of an AI-generated deity.
An Orwellian invasion from a million Hollywood ET'S.
Call me crazy,
But look what they've already done
to our freedoms and our babies.
I skipped the soft reset and aimed for the unplug
Reaching for that difficult factory reset hole
I fired my toxic friend and financial planner
For the first time in six years, I applied to a new role
Despite being divorced I let my new partner move in
I’m reaching as far as my arm can reach for faith's assistance
This reset is not back to original factory settings
It’s time for more, more than than merely existence
The cage I was for years became so fortified over time
Breaking out has partly broken me, but that’s how omelets are made
I’m fully aware of the risks of failure and defeat
Not attempting however, would ensure I never make the grade
My fear is present but less than before
Thanks to my failures I am finally wiser
Blessings to my past for I would never be prepared
To try and be like apostle Paul, the belated riser
2025 will be over soon
Soon will come 2026, a New Year,
Time to reboot the system.
~Contest: #1433 Any Short Form 2025
~Sponsor: Brian Strand.
A hoarse whisper, at 2.49 a.m.
"It's over-it's over- it's-"
There, he is,
in his dark bedroom,
eyes wide open, but seeing nothing.
Fists clenched with sheets, and nails sunk to the skin.
He mutters it, to the locked bedroom door,
as if it's someone who's listening
to his confession, sorrow.
2.50 it is.
A tear, dull and frozen,
falls from his left eye,
just to land on his shaking upper lip.
"It's over- it's over- it's-"
his hair, wet with sweat,
voice rasp with dread,
with a broken throat and a heart,
he mutters the same,
again and again,
in same pain,
same tone,
to the same silent wall.
His over bitten lip,
now glistening in red.
Iron and salt,
mixed in pain.
He feels it.
He cries, finally....
There, 2.55, sleep is crawling,
not a fitful one, shaking, he falls asleep.
3.00 a.m. it is.
DANG!-the alarm..
He wakes up, again.
Just to begin another day of hiding the suffering,
and suffering from hiding.
Escaped the hostile city madness
Found my soul in the country air
~ Realigning with my true north
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Cyclical Reminisce
Pendulum skips one bang to the bead
Triggers the feeling to turn it off lead
Allows memories to run and circulated
Reminiscing promises you once articulated
Deep in mind are the guilt and regret
Keep looking back and wanted to reset
If only not tempted, no hearts will be broken
If only not lusted, no trust will be fallen
Fridays are bluer since the day of part ways
Laughing is not better than shared as always
Messages are sent waiting for responses
Hoping to be seen even it is now nonsense
Memories suddenly comes in cyclical
The unfold pages comes in unintentional
One day the fate will surely cross again
And surely, that will never cause any pain
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Open the thoughts
Embrace inspiration
Words that followed
A heart that seemed hallowed
The emotions that went astray
The wonder if I was ok
Bulls eye miss
Overlooked target
Sentences observing like a radar
A journey that didn’t seem far
Alpha no forever
As a Poet I must be clever
Locked door needing the right key
A sudden breeze that comes over me
Reset the words, mind and sentences
Poet focus
Hocus Pocus
Reset.
Still, holding on to vocals
borne on fresh sheets-
feint and margin carry-all
bookkeeps repeats...
Blue veins run straight across,
underpin where I melt
my heart in cold fear's loss,
dip slips of tongue dealt
in chock - a - block
female thoughts - my fondue's
hothead take stock-
be mindful to subdue.
New thoughts come to her
playful - bell jar
film noir stirs up, burns up, blurs
life's old memoirs.
Aqua Marine. 30/12/2024
At the cusp
Of a wave, a change, a fall
Into total darkness
Here we stand
Or rather slide
Headfirst into destruction
And as we fall
Into chaos and dissolution
We will at last be saved
And in that moment
What we took for granted
Will be lost
Within the total chaos
Law and order will be established
And with it the end of freedom
This is the new world order
That awaits when their machinations
Come to fruit
You, me, us
Reduced to so many parts
Without regard for who we really are
And in the change
As the light of dawn unfolds
Will we be revealed as spirt or flesh
And in the severing
Will we sink or fly
In terror or relief
This is the cusp
We find ourselves on
As the powers that be extend
And as they grow
And we still have a choice
What will it be
(10/25/24)
The ecosystem of cyberspace;
I am left wanting to latibulate
high atop this swaying tree;
Similar to a spider who’s web
holds on to a bug for dear life;
Knowing it eventually has to eat;
An information storm capitulates
to a swarm of winged freedom fighters;
After all, they are willing to kill the power;
Force a hard reset;
A darkening cloud above warns
of a dangerous infiltrating worm;
There is no recovery from this virus;
All the droplets of water wasted
within contaminated cumulonimbus;
Sustenance won’t be found there;
An information storm capitulates
to a swarm of haloed freedom fighters;
After all, they are willing to kill the power;
Work through a hard reset.
He has made all things so beautiful
And placed eternity in our hearts
We carry our future within us
Our true DNA is the ladder of future
Let every aching bone sing praises to the Lord
We are in a time of global reset
Ask for God's knowledge to be wise
In all the affairs of this life
Stay close to the Lord and guard your wall
Tend to your garden and you will not just exist
But you will flourish in the years ahead.
~RESET~
When those heavenly bodies
Stand before you?
Those the righteous embrace!!!
Those the wicked cast off
Reset
10/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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