I was bound by my bondage in my bondage I was bound;
I have fallen I have fallen down to the ground now I'm crawling;
Encapsulated inside the square I find myself around
Creeping heaping installing encampment found so appalling
What's that sound
Relinquished now
4/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
”You Can Become Dreamy In A Spa”
(by Rainbow ?? Promise)
Soft Erie-like musical strains -
Guitars, flutes, banjos, violins
Float in the Air with rhythmic flare.
With rhythmic flare you lay bare,
Soft lights, candle lit, flicker there,
As Erie-like strains drone on.
As Erie-like strains drone on
Facial being done, masques run
Dripping, nostrils squeezing, squeeze.
Nostrils squeezed, can you breathe?
Hot chemical-filled towel like a wreath
Placed in triangular form, chin to nose
Triangular form chin to nose
Droning, Recurring soft music you pose,
in solitaire,
O, a Spa can be Erie like a Morgue!
I
Have
three sides
two eyes a nose
and a mouth two ears
north south east and west
paradox tops left the bottom right takes sides
7/30/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
up above the smooth triangular hill
on edge of zenith's corner i stand still
holding head high towards the sky
tenacity for wisdom causes to thrill
She wore a Cheshire grin,
slowly munching the bite
she'd snitched from his plate.
"You took my point," he said.
"Everyone knows,
the point is the best part."
We sat around the table,
savoring pie, sipping coffee.
He wore an indignant look,
his fork pronged above her pie,
too late, her own point
already in her mouth.
A new concept to me,
but I have to admit,
the first bite of anything
always tastes best.
Not even sure if I'll keep this, just posting it to show off I'm still around...ish.
___________
Triangular Trees
In the lands of the red maps
Grows a crooked root, a tree
With twisted arms in triangles
Where the fruits were hanged
Until quite ripe for cider press.
But we can see it all from only half the view
We can break and bond upon semantics.
In this tainted land is a tainted house
Where the villagers tread leonine upon debris.
Only to end if he can make wine from apples.
I was caught in a triangle were four hearts were broken.
Two were being played but four took cupids tokens.
Two were speaking in secret while the others tried to hold true,
both on opposite ends of the playing field who didn't have a clue.
Our hearts ached and beat away from each desired direction.
Thinking of our loved ones where we found our true affections.
"I hope you find happiness" and "I hate you" being slurred.
"I don't ever want to see you" and "I hope you die" were her painful piercing words.
Somehow love found it's way, kindled and reunited.
with blissful joy and happiness that four so delighted.
Operant conditioning assisted us in seeing the path,
back to each original love, the love that will last.
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