Many adults seem
like they are
spiritually broken
and the youth
already knows
so when we
show the light
and call
things out
openly
the ones
who do not
know how to
be honest
or self-regulate
will always
send forth
what we write
to one another
all just so they
can psychoanalyze
and crash out
about what we said
to whoever will
listen
even though
the ethical
healthcare
experts
tend to
agree
with us.
Note: Alison Smith: Deep down I genuinely want you to leave me alone and stop commenting on my poems. You are being parasocially invasive and I don't welcome your intrusive energy.
Triggered from your words, makes me want to take action, making me feel unable to self-regulate.
Triggered by your picture, makes me want to kiss you all over, making me forget all logic.
Triggered by that food, makes me want to eat it, even though I am full and have reached my calorie limit.
Triggered can come by many ways, it can be with words, and pictures and smells, just to think of a few.
Triggered can make us do things we would never do, but some are tricky and know how to get to us and make us move.
Triggered can be for money, making us do something ugly, and then later we feel sad because we let someone lead us to wrong.
Triggered into growing into a bad person, or to living a negative life, all can be caused by someone who triggered us into a result.
So be aware, and do not get triggered, move away, and leave the situation.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Something oh so simple
Shows me how I’m rooted
In this life’s time and place
But with roots really out of time
I’m triggered by connections
To recall my original face
(11/16/25)
To those who reject it
Truth is a trigger
While to those who embrace it
Truth is a glimmer
Of the light and love and joy
That so utterly and simply
Is what it means
To be alive
(11/5/14)
SUBSTANCE FIRED TRIGGERED OUT TAIL MAN BUTTOCK MOVES- A Grook
I lit the substance it fired not
I pulled the trigger something shot out
I shake my buttock, yet don’t have a tail
Like a dog we both move…WELL>
2/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Finally relaxing
on my high-rise roof
I notice you across the street on
your balcony seemingly aloof
listening to vintage Carly Simon,
"That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard it Should Be"
You stare my way and energetically waive
I hesitate, smile and then return the gesture
As if on cue you stand and press against the railing
Still smiling as my heart beats faster
"What's your name?" you playfully cry out
"Who wants to know?" is my surprising reply
Who really am I?
Sudden flashbacks hijack my thinking
Song lyrics dredging up buried memories…
Why is this happening? Why am I sinking?
Triggered
I hear your beseeching, unintelligible shouts as I retreat
Painful memories open like an oubliette under my feet—
p
l
u
n
g
i
n
g
Lost and languishing in isolation's labyrinth
MEMORY TRIGGERED BY A PURPLE PENCIL
A reponse to Caren Krutsinger’s Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please
sick
in bed
not now
then
daddy
worked for
i.b.m.
simpler times
not now
but
then
to soothe
my pain
dad
brought home
a
glitzy pen
decorations
that lit
up
my eyes
danced me
back
to health
poet
in me
perked up,
colors
could have been
kaleidoscopically
whirling ~
a
mirror ball
treasure,
rainbow crystals
glittering
on the ceiling,
tactile
a friend
reminded me
today
of
this simple
gesture
love
accepts
a pen
or purple
pencil
and doesn’t play dead
you
seem “floored”
as you
look up
at the “pirate queen”
she sees the scintilla of your eyelids
peers
into the opening ~
she’s
no
fool
you burst out
laughing
7/5/2020
People are like lobsters crawling in dirt
with brain cells less advanced than a jellyfish
always digging in the sand without salt they would disappear
They could not breathe the fresh air if it were poisoned by chemicals
fresh water has a better taste unpolluted
Chocolate starfish slimy sea slugs
Silly cones, fake plastic barbies
Toxic people in toxic world
None the wiser
Modern day zombies
Yes men plugged into the machine
Greedy 1 % sharks living off the tuna only scraps to the bottom feeding mouth breathers poor bastards
Fed only bull they kindly ask
"Please sir may I have some more?"
A Liam MacDaibheid and Antonio Acosta
Collaboration
Nowadays
Far too many people
Loaded, primed and ready
To explode,
Just waiting to be triggered.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
18/5/19
He may never be the police calming every protest,
He may never be the soldier fighting unrest,
He may never be the child fighting his pain!!
But he can be a sect quoting a grail,
Believing in justice through murder,
Committing to terrorism through slaughter,
Believing in a god through blood-drinking
And poisoning his soul with hard drugs and piercing…
Combat, combat, combat,
The decision you take makes him pick up a mask!
Combat, combat, combat,
The only thing his deep soul hears resounding
As he runs into the masses blowing up everything with tied bomb strings!
Triggered Jealousy
green eyes storms flares hot
ruptured crust, hot lava, ash
drowning drifting calm
9/10/2015
i am bonded
in memories
of my yesterdays
not through desire
i still choke
on that air
as it falls
steel force
like a bullet
in wind
the smell
of stale beer
and cigarettes
as you
rolled barrels back
and flicked
more than bics
i remember
your mind
fully loaded
half-cocked
as you raged
within
i felt trapped
like the moon
on a stormy night
thunder rang out
then silence fell
through the smoky trail
as it blazed by
i lifted the veil
and mourned
the part of me
that died
i still live
bonded
in memories
of my yesterdays
though not by desire
how the never mind,
sneaks up behind,
to harry confront thee,
the triggered thoughts,
amount to naught,
cos p.d. it is she....
Don
re: the p.d. "AM I"
Dumped and alone,
sure hold the phone,
i sailed that lonely sea,
to suffer, think you're all alone,
poor bloody johnson me. :)
shut up brain and let me be...
Music of the spheres,
spin their composite songs
frequencies which ring as crystals,
when the vine of life triggers forward....
Maybe,there is more to the story in Roslyn chapel,
the vine of life from the green man,and
the music boxes in the ceiling.....
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