The air is metallic,
a taste of old pennies.
A zombie sky hides in our eyes
as an extra in a walking movie.
Torpid vapors
hang over the mind
bleed an avian infrared blood
as vision.
Stale winds smear
statically charged branches,
there is a fizzle of white noise
in the hedgerows.
Anger is rampant,
the anger is a malignancy,
children feel and know this
as the very truth.
Adults believe in systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is wounded.
This is not weather,
this is the way
days and nights grow tired
of each other.
Such climatic intimations
do not move on,
they enter battery held cameras
and the electric hives
of humming fears;
are recoded as warm or cold fronts
funnels and zones of uncertainty.
Later, cats are found
in faraway places
alive but forever haunted
by the spaces between each night.
Categories:
statically, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Explicit lavender
Conscientious twine
Copic statically connected and combined
Kabbalistic socialist
Purple oranges
Holographic systematical images launch
And just what does all of this mean
It could have been a radical nightmarish dream
For though it seems
My reality is impaired
Reasoning why I'm not going anywhere
I just stand here and just stare
Pinching gnawing, burning itching, and scratching
biting pain on my pangs
Eating and gnashing of teeth
Heated ravenous all-consuming fire moaning and groaning Darkness oh well
Unrepentant sinner must be being devoured in hell
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Categories:
statically, adventure, angst, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
statically
touching lips
her bed
next
kneeling
of years
attraction
finding exact
searching
soul
gone awry
took a turn
then things
spelunking
so wanting
in the cave
a man been
never has
landing
like a lunar
"exploring"
Categories:
statically, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Seasons change
From winter to summer
But in my case
It’s dreaded snow every hour
Is this my fate to live
What be it be
Frozen flowers in a garden
by a glass of blue sea
Strolling in the park
No children are laughing and singing
Lovers hand in hand
No sound of music's playing
So I say to myself
What happened to me
It's like a thousand stormy winters
With no birds and the bees
And I pray and I pray
I pray and I pray
But nothing really happens
Nothing's coming my way
It’s going to be...
An Icy summer
Alone in my icy world
No April showers falling
And autumn winds don’t blow
Just another...
Icy summer
Alone with my icy soul
Where plastic trees sway statically
And nobody's loving me....
Categories:
statically, change, sad, seasons, winter,
Form: Lyric
Be Statically Dynamic
When I stood beside you,
holding your hand
You didn’t understand me
discarding my stand
When I filled you with life,
ignored my love
When I mold you to withstand,
kept me behind
When I shaped you to live
made me to leave
My cherished memories
My beloved pleasantries
My charms of dreams.
My vision of togetherness
My mission of go along in futures
Remained as feature
Why this ? in creature
Is it the nature ?
Is it the creation ?
Is it the attitude ?
Is it the law with flaw ?
Is it written ?
Is it static ?
Is it dynamic ?
Dynamically static ?
If so we have to live
No need to leave
Face to resurface
Be Statically Dynamic
Categories:
statically, inspirational,
Form: Bio
An Oxymoron in Oblivion
My soul sweetly shouts a supernova of a yawning yell
To ponder and penetrate our inept gravitational shell
My love to explore the dimming nebula of lustrous light
To faithfully fulfill my dreams of the narcoleptic night
Within the sirens of silent solitudes, there must be one
To liberate my lachrymal linger that I have sanely shun
At the speed of limited light, I unleash my venting verses
They reach a billion suns and serve no pompous purpose
Symphonic solar systems in a calcific chaotic ranting rage
Statically spinning gasses of sorrow surrender to engage
Black hole bathing & banishing within the abundant abyss
My heart faintly fluttering admits the hexed harmonic hiss
Asteroids comets & meteors in their felony friendly flight
Hindering my jaded journey defenseless in drooling delight
Sabbatical stars sailing through streams of self-seduction
Will my love reach the end of its frivolous fusion fluxion?
April.07.2018
BRING ME TO LIFE
Sponsored by: Aiyah de Torres
Categories:
statically, absence, heartbreak, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Black and black crime
You got to read about it
These knife crimes is the breaking news of all time
A hundred dead mankind still not grieving
The Goverment say they're caring
But these youths are constantly dropping
All this body counting have families fearing
Black and black crime is a bit disturbing
Why haven't the government done any intervening
Knife and knife crime is alarming
The government should issue a lifelong warning
Children are dying
Mothers are crying
Graveyards are over pouring
Knife and knife crime is statically concerning
The Government needs to do some serious problem solving
Before these knife crimes are not only a black and black crime
LONDON YOU NEED TO STOP KNIFE CRIMES.
Categories:
statically, abuse, anger, bereavement, bullying,
Form: Free verse
In the caverns of mountains pathos fathom
Pronominal passages of perils pleasures
In a serene valley in the mountain sides
Collides while window shopping incapacitated boulders
About to fall measured alluring valleys sunbrite
Creases craving lines vertical I recoup regroupings
Of polarized statically referenced duty
I RECOUP REGROUPING OF POLARIZED STATIS
2/7/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
statically, adventure, anxiety, appreciation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Checkers!!!
Black and red squares
going nowhere
you move up, down, horizontal almost everywhere
Jump me , I jump you
Move to the other ends of the square
old one new ones too
All intellectuals do
Crown me, king me, I statically grin
You won, I win, whose next who's in
this a game of
Checkers???
Categories:
statically, addiction, analogy, appreciation, celebration,
Form: Free verse
I am preoccupied with corridors,
Sci-fi canyons with automatic doors,
Leading to spaces of silence
Wherein the one who bore me lies.
The TV fills a visual frame,
Yet the sound is never on,
24 hrs a day, mute dramas and
Bulletins lip synch to nothing,
Whilst, like a profane flag
The graphic observation chart
Hangs statically at the foot of the bed.
Sometimes I follow the lines,
Blue, yellow and red.
Sometimes they lead to solid walls.
The red one, though, umbilicus
Always leads back to something of her.
Categories:
statically, death, life,
Form: Blank verse