Perched in a leafy tree
sipping on poetry
eyes trained on rolling hills
toggling ‘tween windowsills
points of vantage as yet unimagined
heretofore ne’er examined
Dare one say ‘the thrill is gone’
~ leave him listless lie on languid liquid lawns
Like telephone poles on a country road
the years stretch endlessly before him
One no different than the other
an 'only family,' no sisters, no brothers
The first stretch he calls 'office poles'
pencil-sharpening, paper-shuffling
toggling between screens
The next stretch he dubs 'lunch hour'
long lines at Mickey D's, Burger King, KFC
The last stretch he calls 'clock-watching'
and it drags on all afternoon, as in forever
at 3:15 p.m. he blacks out
The skies so brew colors raining blue
Marshmallow clouds raging pillow fights
Sheets folding down bedded grounds
Someone's large hand is toggling the light switch
Flashes of thunders lightning
Nature's uprising demons and angels
in second heaven fighting
Lord reign down on us
Humanity spoiling your creation fallen
Polluted souls running fowl
Humanities pain showers humanities dying
2/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
My spirit is smiling but my body is reeling, the pain is riding in my chest and I am almost out of breath. The days have come and gone but my spirit is standing tall, the ocean is moving around and the squirrels are running in and out of the ground. The fishermen are diving and sharks are dining and the crucible is glowing in the dark. See the horsemen coming with bags laden on their backs; they are moving in the direction of the wind and climbing slowing up the hill. I stood on top of the hill watching them toggling along, suddenly a rush of wind came in and knock them off their tired horse and exposed their hidden manly socks. The vultures suddenly flew in from the east and encircle the dying beast they took the laden bags and flew towards the west with the most prized possessions and destiny wrapped up in their hands. I breathe sigh of relief and watch the people celebrating in the streets, the job was finally done and at last I had abundance to eat.
The perfect night arrived in a Porsche
Stars were happy
Bright and glowing right there in the sky
With silence and ear-soothing whirling of cool remnants of harmattan escaping through the windows
Duvets were joyous of been wrapped of our soft skin
Silence was good but the partial demise of eavesdrop made it better
Four legs wrapped amidst each other with tender friction that raised the sleeping flesh to life also the arid land to moist
The journey was so intense that we didn't want to end it but couldn't wait to begin
Patiently, I drove my soft lips around her neck just for quick caress
I stole the moment to graduate to her lips
Then I found out hers were softer and deadlier
This brought her more to life but not as alive as I want her to be
Suddenly, I found the tip of tongue toggling her nipples forth and back
She grabbed my neck with passion with her eyes half closed with the pupils disappearing in the process
It wasn't a convulsion but the amusement of doing a good job
The I migrated to the sacred jungle, was it a jungle? or more of a desert with a lot of waters.... Then I woke up, It was all a dream.
Its' truth,
and it's in the dark,
but with the spark we can wall off like a plaster of farce,
any indecent start,
with incandescent sprawl to remark.
As if it were all the placated thing that does the hard lard-
I never needed but grew to embark!
Outcasts spell me neededly' as I see whats seething-rot with grease on things.
I'm pleading eagerly,
for the right stage for the print of my priest-
but wonder allowed if i'll have to keep repeating and easily wondering about the joggy' facts,
the eccentricity of my real badge-
the maps toggling themselves to distance innumerably far from my wrangler in park,
and the truth that's so dark.
Climbing the mountain cliff,
Banging crazily led to foot slip,
Gone like a mad toggling mind flips what a new outlook trip!!
Frozen mind stopped like a clip, Slipped only little down yepp!!!
Felled to a new edge, Waited for a moment thinking out of cage
Now stopped mind blood flowing like a leeward gaze.
Cutting the edge of mountain with a new knife,
The sharpness has its own impact on life
Like a voice shrilling over high shout
As if the weapon with tempered music out.
The idea of falling down from a huge height
O my god!!!Give me courage to fight ,like a kite
like a free fall, face is turning from red green pale white
Now unable to see the ground sight, I know I am doing is not right.
Wake up dud wake up ohhh!!It was just a dream of night!!!!!!
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