Is insidious
the color of honey
adds texture to
my thoughts of you
all my glossy
intentions
drip with true
viscosity
I am weighed down
by the carpet-heavy
deigns of future plans
Time to realign
Start dinner
A pit of molasses
devoured my glasses.
Coiled tendrils rose
to seize and dispose
of treasures unsighted
so minds are blighted
with flaming contusions
and twisted confusions.
Faces glowed scarlet
like strawberry tartlet
when things sailed
from pockets unveiled.
Scarlet is the nature,
The color of birth red
in essence, cousins
To the Browns if so,
Soul essence be red
Place in a hierarchy
in the royal Crown.
The rainbow contains
Scarlet and scarlet
Contains oxygen as
The oxygen turns
From clear to red
Auburn vessel
Auburn soul is
...Scarlet
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
My soul likes
to ******
in a barrel of
slippery seeds
In her little red shoes
she stands out in a crowd
turns heads each and every time
and if she looked my way
I'd be walking on air
I'd be on cloud nine
in her little black dress
she enters the room
everyone stares you can hear them sigh
and if she smiled at me
I'd be over the moon
I'd be flying high
the little black dress
completes her wardrobe
her stilettos complete my fantasy
drinking champagne from either shoe
scarlet crimson carmine vermilion
red is the colour any hue will do
The scarlet rope from a window hung
was used to let the two spies down
from brothel built in city wall,
it rescued them from a close call.
A token of the covenant
between the spies and prostitute,
That scarlet rope made the house of sin
a refuge for dwellers within.
When Jericho’s walls were laid flat
And all within its walls were slain
the only ones spared within the town,
were in the house where the rope hung.
When death’s angel o’er Egypt passed
that dreadful night in Pharaoh’s land
The only ones whose lives were spared
were in houses where blood was smeared.
The blood of lambs sacrificed
pointed to Christ, the Lamb of God
whose blood was shed upon a cross
to save man from sin’s death and dross.
The scarlet rope from heaven hangs
from where the Son of God came down,
to bridge the gulf and smash the wall
which sin produced, through Adam’s fall.
But only those who claim Christ’s blood
as payment for a life of sin
will be spared from the fire of hell
the kind that on Gomorrah fell.
Unfilled to over-flowing,
as was her bottle of tears,
with weeping for the fallen woman,
while from her lips to God's ears...
said the Mother Superior,
“I have completely lost track
of how often the Archbishop and I,
wearing ashes and cloth sacks,
crept into the crypt
and made the beast with two backs.
Altho' no one can hold a candle,
to his Grace, yes,
not even the Venerable Abbess,
flagellation notwithstanding,
as a nun married to You,
who committed sacrilege,
I'm ashamed to confess,
I broke your Lord's Commandment
as an unrepentant adulteress.”
Scarlet Red
Sunset into vermilion
Your a garnet auburn
Eyes a blur radiant
Marron surrounded
Take me with you
Beet red flowers lurid
Can’t fathom in violet, your the one
Tomorrow blood moon, uncertain
A journey beyond brilliant wonders
Graceful in your presents
Scarlet divine claret wine
Caught off guard,parallel absurdities
You have my undivided attention
Rendered into the moment
Something about her
Scarlet wine through calm oceans
Silver mist emotional immense
Last a lifetime
Sculptured into something beautifully
in dawn’s solitude
scarlet rays strip night away . . .
bleeding heart buds bloom
her Scotland calf was a lovely color
I call him Marshmallow, she told us
Her parents had not named him
she thought this was a mean oversight
Her name was Scarlet and she was lovely
with her little white trainers, and her winsome ways
Her smile lit up the meadow, enticing the flowers to grin
She was a beauty with her bouncy ponytail
Marshmallow loved Scarlet too
He watched the house and ran when he saw her coming
They were a team, two kindred spirits
most did not realize they had met in heaven before arriving here.
leaves of sun
k i s s e d love
lip s n
y c sweet s
i g h
s of soul stars ~
scarlet symphony
In the storm of my mind,
You were my quiet yearning.
Nothing to hold onto, nothing to chase,
Nobody can adjust to this phase.
Do not claim the jargon words,
Words mean nothing when they are hollow.
Letters and pauses are only the reflections of my urge
To put you in my precious seat.
I see a scarlet paradise,
Beneath the fabrics, beneath the skin.
I can even see what's underneath your skull,
My heart is nothing but an omniscient witness.
When you claim that you are feeling all alone,
Isn't that worthy of being welcomed?
When you claim that you do not want to be left alone,
Isn't it pleasurable to be denied?
The empty clock reminds me of your sweet but mean promises,
Temporary happiness is what you always crave.
But I have been an equivocator for so long,
I just want to see what my strides mean to you.
Souls connected through time
Coupled together by love and blood
Arranged into families
Realizing where that thread originated and
Leads, tells us who we are.
Engineered by the Creator
To bring about His will
Time to open our eyes
Hear with our ears the
Reality before us.
Evidenced by the blood lines
Aligned back and back, leading us to
Deliverance!
FOR STEVE
Lonelier than lonely, the walls cry out to I.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to reply.
Feelings bunch up to crouch inside my throat.
I want to let them loose, put them afloat.
Not upon mountain peaks or in valleys low
would my heartbreak know a dauntless echo.
Sweet cascading, scarlet dark, bold wine,
please, relieve this crimson space that is mine.
My sad flesh feels emotional winds blow,
reminding my heart of all I just let go.
Melt me away, wine – let your fragrant taste
erase all my fears and mellow me to waste.
As heading down the streets of Paris,
I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air
somewhere behind my ears.
Leaves fell twirling around as if,
autumn started a bit early this year.
The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it
except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' .
Was the nature romanticising around?
Or was it just my another delusional world dawned?
My heart became a bit tachy, skipping a beat or more
and the eyes just forgot to blink in the flow !
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