Love being lost
My tears merge with the storm
The cool rain is making me sweat
Don't want to be found
Nobody is wondering
Love being lost
So enjoy the quiet vibe of being invisible
So much of so many that I so miss
Don't want to be found
The mirrors go black in solidified hibernation
Love being lost
The apples receive scars from the falling limbs of aging time
Soaked to the bone and blue throughout my weary soul
Don't want to be found
Everybody is centered on self
Love being lost
Stuck in the past like bloody thorns counting sheep making wishes
Happiness is missing the time machine that I have not the simplest of talents to make
Don't want to be found
My favorite parking spot is wherever and whatever is long since forgotten like unsung trailblazers collecting mummified dust
His hands work diligently,
They haven’t been wearied by the passage of time,
They have formed and moulded,
They have created and designed,
He arises early to his duty,
Work hours haven’t dwindled with time,
Age hasn’t been a barrier to his creativity,
He hums and sings as his hands move gracefully,
His confectionery was always the last word in the bakery,
The trade and its tools have seen many enduring years,
They have taught many to find their feet,
They have made many trailblazers,
The baker’s muse, an ageless force,
The baker’s strength, a timeless yield,
The baker’s hands, my father’s,
The baker’s shop, my school.
May 27, 2022.
Balances of parallels
Cryptic speeches of silence
Tolerance talent forgiveness knots
Where are the trailblazers now but they cannot walk
Colors blended now and mixed
High-minded hatred apocalyptic
Hatred grows in mynute places
Where are those soothsayers not if they can't talk
~
Negative being (s)
12/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The island of the rising sun
The land were work is fun
With tireless proletarians
And boundless trailblazers
Land where days and hours clock first
Where it is already tomorrow when our sun sets
At the edge of the world
With a new age for the world
They break paths for us to maintain
The earth cracks but they build again
Lights never dim in Nihon
Nihon always lives on
Gave Thanks
Passed a cemetery today
gave thanks
for all who broke trails
we now look back upon.
Passed a playground today
gave thanks
for a future as yet untouched
by …. us.
Passed a school today
gave thanks
for the opportunity
afforded these “trailblazers”.
Passed a mirror today
gave thanks
for the playground, the school,
the cemetery.
John G. Lawless
11/22/2016
Sons of Memory (For those among you in the soil)
I render this verse to sons of memory
Who have been trailblazers to the history-
In poetry world and many beyond.
I doff my hat to you in your lone ground-
Where words deafen world but dear to your wall.
With all sense of commitment I snowball
For this age to re-elevate your name.
Let it accords your hands the deserved fame
And trails your paths in and out and with lines.
Should this age will spoon satisfactory spines.
Friday February 28, 2014.
Dedicated to all classical poets and writers of other genres
Who have gone to the great beyond.
Rare are those among us
who gain wisdom without errors,
without overstepping a line
we are not allowed to go beyond,
without daring to be different
from what we are expected to be.
Yet they're the ones who do the
perilous trailblazing for most of us,
who map out the constraints we can
outgrow and must overcome,
who, in the frenzy of finding out what's
beyond, must draw the first blood!
Rare are those among us
who gain wisdom
without errors,
without overstepping a line
we are not allowed
to go beyond,
without daring to be different
from what we are
supposed be.
Yet, they're the ones who do
the perilous trailblazing
for all of us,
who map out the constraints
that we can outgrow and
must overcome,
who, in the frenzy of finding out
what's beyond, must draw
the first blood!
Trailblazers and bellwethers
who conduct with dignity
are these noble maestros
who shepherd people.
Honorable and selfless
luminaries are these bold
inspirers of confidence.
Captains of courage
who lead by example.
Directors who orchestrate,
motivate, excite and
spark others to follow.
Emanate role models
of noteworthy distinction.
These are leaders,
champions of the best
who are as rare
as they are great.
Journey centuries passed
walk its trailblazers' path
old memories photographed
are sacred keys to Moab's past
Red sandstone canyons surround
an old western town
its sacred fertile ground
and white sunlight grew sunflowers
near burningwood powered
homes nestled in verdant canyon meadows
where oxen roamed and travelers settled
cooled by cloud color blend and snow capped Rocky Mountains
gracing blue twilight skies growing dark
over Canyonland Park
bordering Colorado River
beneath summer star glittered nights
and china pearl moonlight
Morning summer dream
day brings gentle air and amber tangerine skilight gleam
Nature's presents...eternal Earth's essence
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