Sat Beside me a girl too slight for the swing's grace.
Sleeves hid her cuts, a secret she'd embrace.
She swayed, clinging to bars as a lifeline's trace.
Somewhere In her twisted mind, I'd planned this meeting space.
Somehow they yanked her from that peaceful place.
Silent in soil, a forgotten grave's face.
Staring at the swing, I saw my own lost case.
HEAT
Burn the dross out of gold,
Refine and purify,
Until nothing common remains
To scorch the soul
Into a flame of anger
Or selfish desire.
Leave behind the foolish thought,
Then the gold of pure joy
And pure peace
Bring the sweet glow
Of pure love
To enrich the soul.
Copyright 2000, Kathryn Search
blazing summertime
thus beautiful, flower hides
scorch are the petals
6/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021
SLOW AND RESTLESS
THE WIND BLOWS
ACROSS THE MILES
THE SUN SHOWS
ITS WRETCHED FACE
FOR ALL TO SEE
BRIGHT AND HORRID
SUCKING LIFE
THE SAND BURNS
MY FEET
THIS DESERT HAS DRAINED ME
I CAN GO NO FURTHER
IN THIS BARREN WASTELAND.
Bodies entangled in a wonderful bliss
A fiery passion
It starts with a kiss
A steely glance from across the room
Hearts pound
Inhibitions unglued
My mind is screaming
A feverish mania has surely taken control
Should we extinguish It now
Or follow where it goes??
Satan pulls you down
Into his "bright" pleasure pit.
His fires scorch your soul.
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