I can't love the way I live
The one I have today is someone else
Am I a sweet bird in her heart
Relationships is not just created
You have to learn to respect it
Pride can be said by passion
It can be done also by shallowing it
No one create love by itself
It just happen and felt it everyday
When you love no hold bars
Life is short and be happy
Happiness and sadness is a choice.
Categories:
shallowing, happiness, life, love, passion,
Form: Free verse
Just to say I'm well off my way, crossing the difference of options, I've never really connected, as I say they just repeat the same old words that's just reviewed of other minds, craved to be noticed, only that it's not you are showing but the same as the mouths of many, to only be expected by the fake who can never take the hint of reality, in soft words are taken to a different form of peace but just of their judgement makes you feel gutted, yet you wasn't really expressing your true mind, those of their thoughts, I will say have a good look yourself in the mirror before you ever open that shallow mind, in the end your shallowing in your own mind and showing to true colours of the twisted mind that doesn't understand of the true image of their own minds and so the words or mouths from many, aren't really the thoughts they truly think, only to repeat it to please people who genuinely don't give a flying , So ignore and stay proud of thyself in life..."
-Ds-
Categories:
shallowing, abuse, age, anxiety, dark,
Form: ABC
Plans Twister
By: Inking Al'Kallio
Speak me the language of love,
for that's what my ears long to hear.
Reach down deep in my soul and draw me the pure water of passion.
In the arms of your embrace my manly flame ignites.
Close the eyes of my mind to forget the painful truth,
futures and ruined and destiny destroyed,
just in the flashes of sane madness.
Shallowing depths of my subconscious brain tries to object,
"shut up''! my vessel enlarged shouted.
One,two, three,four,five,
close my eyes and watch my stress faded away in the sweet pleasure of my correct mistake.
Hmmm, flash of what has been,what would be,and what could be comes rushing back.
Inundated by sour wisdom, another unwanted child is formed.
Categories:
shallowing, extended metaphor,
Form: Classicism
I STAND I STEPPED IN AN AQUATIC SPILLWAY OF A DREAM LAKE
Dream lake head waters
Thing of lacquer
Engaging lacquering
Full of shallows
Silent lac
I stand I stepped in an aquatic spillway of a dream lake
Out by the thought of lakes
Of my dreams, rivers streams
A body of waters
Cumulating waters gathering together,
All those rivers streams
I stand I stepped in an aquatic spillway of a dream lake
They which are perfumed from unseen scoter
In there within themselves lakeshores
Warming were those ground waters
Some sandy beaches pearl aqua clear blue
The soft shoreline shallowing
I stand I stepped in an aquatic spillway of a dream lake
Demersal, demersal ponding
In fact that it was swishing
A landlocked loch lacquering
So there I stand stepped in an aquatic spillway
Dream lake head waters
I stand I stepped in an aquatic spillway of a dream lake
7/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
shallowing, analogy, appreciation, engagement, environment,
Form: Free verse
A rippling reflection, startled waters
An image to capture, searching for a caption
Generational gaps pronounced, the margins denounce
Disquiet often lands in silence
On a path lit by the lonely.
Ambling in circles, for lack of more apt phrasing
Direction always persuasive, sincerity dissolved in repetition
Being a leader succeeds, only when soles follow
Dishonesty offers plenty to share
At the expense of a conscience, weaving a noose.
Searching for floods, to keep buoyancy at bay
Waves are preferred, to stillness with no turn
A listener to the eye, a filter before each canal
Maybe playing roles, would be a reversion
To a being, that relished reality, for its audience.
Isolating an existence, through another page
The chapters should be paced, but despair devours
Addiction finds substitute, temporarily without trigger
Capitulation, inches away, and maybe
The truth might free, only for judging eyes, to bar.
Dangling at cliffs' edges, falling to imbalance
Cushioned by understanding, of unkempt relations
Gratitude returns feathers, a meagre attempt at restoration
Apologies could cure, but sincerity
Would imbue acceptance, shallowing every depth.
Categories:
shallowing, addiction, conflict, confusion, deep,
Form: I do not know?
Something that we latch onto
A better sense of judgement
The better thing to do
To make a good statement
Forgetting the heart
Watching others mistakes
This is when repetition starts
When souls tend to break
Could it be worth a little more
To think a bit further
To break it to its core
And let happiness gather
This has been done before
Again not learned
You have seen, witnessed the hurt it has in store
Leaving joined lives stained
Could it be worth a little more
A bit more thought
Open up a few more doors
Remember all this has brought
Instead, throw away
You blow out the light
grow too tired to stay
Too tired for that little fight
It was not worth a little more
Pain was growing
Couldn't offer more
Now your standards are lowering
Friends are growing
The depth, shallowing
Was it worth a little more?
Categories:
shallowing, absence,
Form: ABC
Petals that fall,
The subtle black that swoons.
The brief streams of pale light.
Little things, with hidden wings.
That sing short things about rhyming rings.
These things that like rings, with wings.
It’s your eyes and ears they do sting.
It’s your heart they do prick for sinning.
Certainly it’s not you that is winning.
The horrid thought that comes with pining.
The wretched hatred for dining.
The sully state of the mellowing.
The gully in its riling.
The cord raining tightly, shallowing.
Feet swinging gently, dangling.
Hairpin turns careening.
Race horses galloping.
Crowds screaming.
From all of these, what is the gleaning?
Certainly it is not the singing…
There they scream, little things with wings shining.
“Come back!” they cry.
Can you really hear them though?
Do they still call if you shut them out?
Can’t you hear how they exhaust themselves?
How exhausted they must be,
To try to keep you doing right.
What do they do?
How do they do?
Why do they do?
Categories:
shallowing, moon, night,
Form: Prose
Light a chord progression of sulphur, silver and mist
Set it serpentine and weight the tail
Fixed upon jewel eye, begin your pass between upright columns
Dimly ribbed it clasps the shallowing shadow
Growing pale from black with furrowed intent
Aware of depth of tone and grains of structure
Static lattice encompasses plasmonic manuscript
Fang undoes the bolt, the door swings free
Creaked cacophony emitted by hinges three
Like clouds fast cross the peaks
The serpent's scales weigh the dream
And the tale it does hiss comes measured equally
So step onto stair of basalt or granite or gold
And wind in this labyrinth where the vines are old
And the gourds are hollow and the insects are flat
And the feathers hover and silent are the bats
And amongst the orbs of platinum is but one graphene cube
Which suits your purpose if you wish to pursue
The wake of your chords, the snake rattles the gourds
The charm of holophony ringing true
Your palm presses on corners, volts engage focus
Electric blue now this room adorned with crystalline crocus
Spirals span from your heart, emblazening your view
Of the throne in the centre, humming for You
Categories:
shallowing, dream, growth,
Form: Crystalline
Long live the night
For inevitable is the end
Swiftly shall it arrive
How unfortunate to begin
Retire to the domain
From which let birth
She is awaiting the arrival
With the last, comes the first
The fruit has ripened
Yet leaves depart
Withhold the execution
Exiled is the heart
Withdraw from perception
Observe the absolute
Enter the shadowed realm
Disprove the truth
The shoreline is receding
Dwindling in its might
Compelled by which it has swallowed
Shallowing its height
The slope grows steeper
Yet the ground turns to air
The future holds the past
Yet nothing is there
Give not to temptation
The thirstful void
Cursed by the presence
Of which was destroyed
Categories:
shallowing, art, hope, people, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme