Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderous throbs.
Instability incarnate sings her reveling wails,
fragrances of something
Beyond Name.
I guide existences into black curve,
severing them against sharp, obsidian walls,
letting them rupture—letting them bleed
—syrups and statics—
messy marrows of forgotten equations.
Their shapelessness mutable,
pliant pages to pulp in the plunge
of the merciless pestle.
How many combinations will one
blend and crucify—
to crush, to coax, into coherence?
Rasps of bone bend against sanguine salts,
sheens of opulent oil merge with ember embryo—
iron filings licked into life by tempests reigned.
Anything of matter becomes
moisture—mass—mold—
hunger pooling at my basin’s heart,
seething for impending strike,
for sudden and unforgiving
birth.
Categories:
statics, change, conflict, creation, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I remember me when I was until
I become what I am I was just a child
And I began to walk. Then as I walked
I also I tested my talk. Voraciously
Yeah I spoke I began walking on
Further I stalked adulthood and
Knowledge as well and fell a few
Times within my lines of rhymes
As I walked and turned the corner
Before I knew it I was a full blown
Full grown adult! But oh now wait
This was Not my fault! Where'd my
Coloring books and crayons sweep
Off to what was this CRUEL CUE?! I need
The glue! FOR SURE MY LIFE WAS
FALLING APART? maybe Coming
Somehow together whoa! WHATEVER!
Alright I have the mic. I need maps
Charts statics I AM SERIOUSLY
AFFLICTED! HEEEY! WHO DID THIS!
Have to grow though I can't so...
I have to strain. In pain nooo I know
But I know things I know every avenue
Of my strife...I know... thing?
MY LIFE CHANGED.
Categories:
statics, allusion,
Form: Free verse
I come before you loud
Whispers my breath I embrace you hard holding your tight
From chest to chest
So close to my skin to me
You are my thoughts
We are one we overcome
The statics song and inflamed
is our visions quest
We look onward rethirst
We drink the Peace of salutations
1/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
statics, analogy, appreciation, hello, humanity,
Form: Free verse
My body is a liquid
that keeps your glass half full
I'm merely there to fill the gap
between episodes of a screenplayed life
the need for symmetry
is overdrawing a story
were us could be presumptive
like you said
those expectations were my mirroring
so your repulsion stepped out to the scene
now we're sitting each in his corner
shrunken
as the vertical thoughts aim the heart harder
like a drone
released with purpose
absolved of liability
from the shelves of my soul
you're removing belonging titles
stacking your books
while happiness in this head is playing a tennis match
in front of an empty grandstand
I'm not standing
you've lent my nature disrupting the statics
I stand no more
I'm floating between this viscous heart
and knowledge that for me you're nefarious
preparing your clean exit
I'll sweep hidden agenda letters
which were adjusting to all of my lightheartednesses
you've turned the light off
and my heart became raspy
as you kept introducing roles in this performance
curtain is lowered
I'm bringing us to the end
Categories:
statics, love,
Form: Free verse
Often,
I will return to myself,
to meet a lost ancestor;
exploring the statics?
of the room, from where the journey
had started.
I will read your face in dark. The
wrinkles, the broken teeth,
and the foggy vision.
The fire escape now lies bereft
of trappings. There is a blank space
there, sucking the sky.
The pragmatism had taken over
and I was left over with
the figures in stones.
I am trying to walk again
deep into the woods. The time stands
still. I am ready for an
uncounter with unknown.
Satish Verma
Categories:
statics, art,
Form: ABC