Now torn from out the home I’ve ever known,
Propelled by unseen winds to stray away,
The chilling rain that bathes my form is shown
By moonlight in this dance of swift decay.
I twist and turn as tender veins now tear,
Impelled by gales that push me to the dark;
My frantic tumble plunges down to bear
With sudden force against this rugged bark.
Yet, resting in this comforting domain,
I bow, amazed to know the sun will rise;
A deeper life shall bless the soil again,
Where quiet roots ignore the stormy skies.
Held fast within the forest’s cool embrace,
I fade into the shadows of this place.
"Note: AI image generated to complement the themes of my original poem."
camel's back like a rough mountain terrain
Lost places
Are filled with dread
Most houses build on top of land
Undecided undeniable fixated sensation
Compromise all I see in the rain is dread
The Elohim terrain space is ablaze red
8/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
Brined voids surround my already bounded vision, throwing me headlong into confusion and disarray.
Hesitation in what may be the next correct course is what has landed me, and with much despair, in this current crisis of identity.
It is also what keeps me still.
This sea of doubt, once touched by the poet Alighieri, drowns my senses, casts my sails of logic askew and all at once sends my fluttering mind into a turmoil so grand as to take the attentive and oblivious alike.
Oft in mesmeric trance, the soaked foundation upon which I stumble offers none but fleeting moments of blessed relief. The rotten cored planks creak and shudder with the shifts and contemplations of my psyche, and I feel as though one misstep or overreach will drop me into a depth not easily realized.
And, I fear.
Oh do I fear.
I fear that will be the end. The end of a great many precious jewels which have hitherto been forgotten, discarded, and altogether scorned.
I fear that I will not be mourned, or that I will but be it with half of heart.
I am surrounded by unknown terrain.
There are things you don’t start.
Would you just break a heart
Like some daughter now tart,
Earlier being trained: for Art?
You might too, break a leg,
While there’s no means to beg:
In bad terrain, bad cart
Now this way that way dart…
There are things you can’t start:
Much like torching a mart,
Not unlike a stark bloodbath,
Minds can work out like Math:
Dreams of counter attack:
A pregnant woman track…
Play we should not bad part:
Away Public Wealth cart;
Before a panel fart
No “Please, try to take heart!”
Because its never smart!
Till tomorrow The Spectacular
Not a thing about it jocular;
Does keep wasting Nature's Wondrous gift
While rugged terrains giving new lift...
Steely replica of Dynamite:
It has been the same show of might;
The weakest of them all still iron
And that's the reason it is Lion...
Caterpillar at work vibration
But it's a prelude to foundation;
A couple of Day's Disturbing Earthquake
For tomorrow's structure that won't shake...
In movies crushes one like a car
And real or not the bloke turns a star!
So, would you still fault Caterpillar,
Modernist flaming sword and pillar.?
In the dance between
the moon and grass,
There I stood indifferent
to the tears in my cheeks.
Once again I fall back
To the terrain
I hadn’t seen in a while
It welcomes me sweetly
While I desperately try to get away
Suffocating my sleep
Sabotaging my breath
Blurring my gaze
Slowly
Becoming home again
I am black cuz
God don't make no mess
I am white cuz
I'm not invisible
I am beige, I'm brown
Caused
because I am clay/dirt and sand
All the colors of the terrain rainbow
God has made man
1/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022 ©
Map not the terrain, walk the talk
Moment by moment thus
Discern ego cravings that stalk
Choosing truth without fuss
All enabled in silence
Aligned with innocence
Each touch blissful vibrance
Theory in vain
Map not the terrain
01-October-2021
Quietus
Missed floracious valley quams;
Thunder rolls across the plains;
Rolling hills valleys arms;
Distant grasses shrubs grow wild and high plains;
Praising reaching the heavens skies;
Glorious bounties floral gardens dry;
Browning from the Sun blazing boiling dawns;
Midsummer air frightening ablazing battle bear all now rain falls;
Those the woodlands grassland fires rage ;
Where are the common calming cool waters sage;
This that thirst to make mud;
Where are the coming cool waters;
That lust for the puddles;
They make dirt and water;
Mixed together makes mud distilled liquids;
Seeping out a human body flowing out wicked
Plasma clear mix it with the atmosphere turns red they call it blood;
Where does the dirt the sand the clay, the grasses, the mud go when there's a flood;
Only the terrain knows for sure;
Valleys harvest shores?
8/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Falling aqua pours
Tandem flowing waterfalls
Embracing terrains
Covered abundant grasses
Aqua pearl jaded landings
5/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Always could complain
About those running campaign
Wanting more champagne
From a tough terrain
When they would have much to gain
cannot stand the pain
From doing abstain
get wet while standing in rain
and did it in vane
Jim Horn
MOUNTAINEERS TERRAIN
evening valley fold
up down around the horizon
mountaineers terrain
~
sun, moon, wind touches
up down around the horizon
terrain mountaineers
12/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I knew you hated me,I knew you despised me,
I knew you were my enemy,I mean my foe
I Knew you wanted me dead,buried O`engraved,
I Knew you were pretending yet I never knew it ran so deep.
I Knew who I am, I knew my whereabouts,
I knew my heart,its avalanche,its weakness
I knew you planned to kill me,I knew your plans,
Yet I Never knew they ran so deep
I knew the time of your dreams,your nightmares
I Knew when happy and pretending
I knew you were a hypocrite,knew the acquisitions of your life
I knew we'd marry and all you''d be my wife
Yet this I never knew,that you were this deep.
I knew you were silent and coldblooded,
I knew you were keen,but not this hyperactive,
I knew you were egocentric and all yet not this selfish
I knew you were deep yet i never knew that you were deeper than oceans.
I knew you were deep but not this deep
Terrain The Poet
Up, up, up
Is the atmospheric pressures rise
Innermost static zero-dynamic
Winds do cry
As all wing creatures fly
Up down in the midst of the terrain
Smoke fill island mountains
Brown, green, orange ridged volcano
Smooth trim valleys bronze and gold
Down, down, down
As all wing creatures fly
Up down in the midst of the terrain
Into the ground the sub-terrain
Blacken dark caverns and caves
Moles and bats conversant
Dampen cooled caves bears and other animals hibernate
The middle ground is the safest to be found
Ivory blue lines the skies
As all wing creatures fly
Up down in the midst of the terrain
2/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
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