Earth bloodies the moon
its face drowned in severed veins—
harangued in the sky
for all to see Sun's disdain
in being eclipsed usurped
The heavens lament,
scattering rust into dusk,
for the blood red burns
when what's seen is black and white—
space smeared with wrath set ablaze.
A blood moon warns us
every orbit has peril,
in being dethroned
by an unyielding eclipse,
tainting our shadow of self
I am awoken by the summer night crickets and lighting that strikes the roof rod.
The wind and the abnormally hot air that begets the ominous dark cloud filled with ice rocks and Gods tears.
My dying light marked by the lost touch of a handsome beacon to the dullness of my heart.
A killing angel forgotten by the depths of a secretive shadow, engulfed in an endless pit of darkness.
He is, but a memory one must hide away in the heavens of the heart and the evils of the mind.
The forgotten peach wrapped in a towel under the intense heat of the summers breeze.
Written as a spiritual insurance when the floorboards creaked
As the wind caught my feet and the whispers that knew great feat.
It is no trick or a forgery of truth, but a para-perception to make up my lack of you.
I cannot move back the misty pendulum, wishing for some other to fill the gaps of what was once true.
Before you left, I should have cleaned our mess, but I am a hoarder of memories
That you must've despised, toxic soldier.
I cannot promise the stars I won’t draw for you, nor for the winds of time to forget your name
But your love will always roam the realms of my universal truths.
The apostle Paul calls on believers
to say no always to circumcision
standing firm in the gospel of Christ
which sets you free for God's mission
To stay in Christ, not under the law
for the law will never save you
only in Christ and in Christ alone
is God's salvation found to be true
Now by trusting in the old covenant
that Moses brought down from Sinai
because of this, you are severed from Christ
out of Christ, you'll remain left to die
Now seeking to be justified by the law
for in it you are never justified
Christ alone is the justifier of the just
it is finished Jesus victoriously cried
These matters finally clearly show
you have fallen away from grace
make sure never to trust the law
in Jesus' name stand firm in that place
(For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.
Look: I, Paul, say to you that if you accept circumcision, Christ will be of no advantage to you. I testify again to every man who accepts circumcision that he is obligated to keep the whole law. You are severed from Christ, you who would be justified by the law; you have fallen away from grace.)
Galatians 5: 1-4 (ESV)
Sitting here thinking and searching my mind
For new ways to say I love you
The most daunting task you can ever imagine
But I really don't think we need to
A simple “I love you” has always been uttered
In the heat of a passionate embrace
No matter, if you're saying, “The world is ending”
Or “I've travelled from outer space”
No one takes heed while consumed by the act
Of passionate intense lovemaking
You're literally transported to another dimension
And everything else is forsaken
Had a sweet dream that we both were bound
Locked in each other's arms forever
What a beautiful conclusion to life here on earth
Seems my ties with reality I've severed
Though it seems my fantasy world is exactly that
I still feel the thrill of your touch
Just have to close my eyes and there you are
Oh how I love you so much
I wasn’t looking for love.
She just whispered in my ear.
Couldn’t trust a word she said,
But it sounded so sincere.
Boldness when called for is purpose enough.
Kindness when asked for should not be refused.
But let us consider the question of motives;
What use to be married if not to be used?
I wasn’t pining for love.
I had problems of my own,
But she hooked me from the start
Like a shady payday loan.
Leaves in the gutter, fresh from the fall.
Typical autumn, full moon and all.
Home for the evening, time on my hands,
Flintlock ambitions, gunpowder plans.
I wasn’t yearning for love.
No one ever gets it right.
A smuggler’s moon is what I need,
Not expensive candlelight.
Portraits and landscapes, abstract affairs,
Tokens of lovers’ unanswered prayers.
Burnt toast appointments; not much to miss.
I’ve gotten over worse things than this.
I wasn’t hungry for love.
It should ripen on the vine.
I played the gent by standing up
Got a knife blade from behind.
I wasn't looking for love.
O' my severed heart
Don't shed a tear for me
I so am bleeding out
My heartbeats slower
I grieve for your stare
Wishing you were yet here
Time is precious as reality slips away
While in my mind, my mind does sway
each passing day afflicts the body
I am not clear but cloudy
as I clasp my hands and pray
Praying you were here with me
I shed a tear for your smile
As I’d walk a country mile
Now, just for your touch I am now just only memories.
7/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Christmas is over
one
by
one
the severed forest
is dragged to the curb
a plastic Christ is covered
in frost of the soon forgotten
another reason for winter birds not to chirp.
Over the weekend
the city has culled the herd
middle east oil is starting to boil again
another season-another war...
one heart strums a golden harp
the other pours heavy metal
on the Bedouins of the soul.
carry me home in a pot of severed circles
i must become a square to become more well rounded
i am but a recluse giving french kisses to the public eye
visine is the stop sign caution of the day
at night i have the flashlight sniffles as a direct pathway to clarity
my body feels soapy but there is no streaky scene i'm squeaky clean
i invite myself to ceremonies where all themes are monolithic
i take several falls until i stand with all bones broken
nothing makes sense anymore so i stop sensing
nothing has a groove anymore so i imitate max headroom
nothing pulls me in anymore so i push myself to outer limits
when nothing is left i will be one with the deer and such
jigsaw puzzles become shards of glass of wilted, fragmented souls
this is what we call life now but there will always be disagreements
Each of us is an infant seized
In the moment of labor spent.
We each are Samson, stained, restrained,
Chained between the pillars that confine us.
The womb of the mother god, Wisdom,
She holding us back from our awakening,
But we press outward, downward,
But we force, our desire to emerge,,
To be free of our old abode,
The hold of another's will,
The hold of another's thoughts,
To be free to become more--or less,
To be free of the cord that binds us,
That cord Umbilicus that makes us a part of Her,
Our breath her breath,
Our blood her blood,
Our life her life.
To be severed from the She that finds us
Being disgorged between her thighs,
The holy pillars through which all life
Must pass.
To leave the holy sanctum
At last.
To see with our own eyes,
To hear with our own ears,
To utter our own sounds,
Knowing this: That there is no going back.
I let one man fall
the whole world then falls with me
This will ruin you
Half winged images
hopeless
of flight
believing
insufficient
to bestow
delight
Fluttering in shadows
reluctance
to fly
disgraced
and shameful
reticent
to try
Hesitant to soar
averse
to fail
distraught
and untrusting
of what
may avail
Pruned not severed
capable
of aviation
when joined
together
and merely lifted
from isolation
11/9/17
Seven Savvy Sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tensile tangled truth
while warily watching
crafty crook's coup.
But, busted and bested,
dames drink despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's thorny trap.
Severed starlight, brief lanterns
Truncate tingles, sugar burns
pen puzzling in oily ink
Dark dots on papyrus slink
Metre measure on tongue tip
Riddling rhymes gaining their grip
Cursive verses in past tense
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Trying a new form tonight. Hope you enjoy
Severed
You have severed my heart,
Forcefully ripped it apart.
Bleeding.
My tears, how they flow,
Covering the ground below.
Motionless.
Unable to defend,
The demons tear at my skin.
Horrified
Hanging by a thread,
I fear the noises in my head.
Desecrating.
Left for dead on battled ground,
Where laughter is the only sound.
I die.
We're suppose to be
to peas in a pod
we use to share everything
I share my heartache
you share your pain
I've been
thrown for a loop
because you're
shutting me out
I'm like a bystander
on the outside looking in
no longer part of the action
they say things change
I never thought
it would happen
this time around
but the signs are there
you're changing
you're becoming a stranger
I'm not forcing you to open up
just want you
to know I'm still here
I’m still me…
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