You Think
You Can
Easily
Turn It Off
Yourself.
When You
Cause Yourself
Pain...
Either Deliberately
Or Fool-Heartedly
Or Both...
Quantum Magic.
It's Not That Easy
To Unfool Yourself
Without Damage.
But It's Just
Pattern Matching,
Little Quanta
You'll Be OK.
After All, The Pain
Is Just Alarming,
Not Real, Pattern
Muncher.
LOL.
-Gray Squirrel
10-17-2025
That’s not the light you're seeking.
Words cannot live
with your brain all lit up like that.
Let those dark parts of your body,
those body-prayers mostly ignored,
gift to you a poem.
Most of your better images
are born in that low-grade radiance
of flesh and bone.
After the glow
you can fill in the gaps
but not too much
or you’ll cover up
what you should have revealed.
Every dollar that I spend
Is one less for you in the end
Think about that concept friend
It's not that hard to comprehend
Have you ever thought to sit down and just think?
Have you ever thought to just lay down and let the wind blow to you, kiss you, hug you and be with you?
Have you ever heard the thought to just let the sun shine unto you with his brightest light?
Have you ever thought to just look at the trees? See how beautiful the trees are? The ones with leaves and the ones with no leaves?
Have you ever thought to sit still and let your body speak to you? To let you heal and let the process process?
Turn down the noise of your television
Turn down the noise of the social media
Get off your phone. Get off from your certain environment. Get off from your noisy friends and family.
Get off. Get more off.
Turn down the noise of the news.
Turn down the noise of the echo chambers.
Turn it off. Turn it off.
Turn off your anger
Turn off your madness.
But instead, feel emotions first and calm down.
Just let the silence speak to you.
Just let nature speak to you.
They're waiting for you to counsel you.
Just…shhh….shhh…shhh
Turn off the noise.
And let peace and love reign.
Do not turn off the lights yet,
Tomorrow's Suns will shine.
The rain will beat, the sun will bite
A moment too soon, these stains will fade.
They care not, because they are blind
to your tulips. And you sit on life's edge because
no one perceives your scents, stay calm,
Do not turn off the lights yet.
Every trial makes one stronger
Every scar will heal
When the storm grows in wings, stand firm,
A moment too soon, these stains will fade.
Braising traumatic brain injury pain
easily distracted by too many ads
the sheer notion of being creative
is having a creative space to write
sincerely fight flight beyond plight
Turn off the TV
Turn off your TV device
And let us face reality
Can't you see too many
Illusion in this screen
The news are similar to
High blood pressure
The media are not far
From immoralities
And all we watch are
Programmed
I guess I need to see reality
It shows exactly the point
We truly needs
It is not full of illusion
Just like the TV
So if you are of truth
And wish a change
Face the reality and
Turn off the TV
hypnotherapy
the power of suggestion
subliminal clips
mystery of human mind
such propaganda
turn off your TV people
your heart needs your attention
That’s not the light you are looking for.
Words cannot live
with your brain all lit up like that.
Let those dark parts of your body,
those body-prayers mostly ignored,
gift to you a few poems.
Most of your better images
are born in that low-grade radiance
of flesh and bone.
After the glow
you can fill in the gaps
but not too much
or you’ll cover up
what you should have revealed.
I met a man on the road today
otherworldly, gamin, fey.
A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye,
he held my gaze and I questioned why
he wandered here,
a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour,
when, from his coat, he produced an ocarina
and proceeded to play a tune so jolly
yet full of pathos and melancholy
that my soul was transported to another place,
another dimension in time and space,
where I danced and dined and wined and made merry
with Fauns and Satyrs and the Juniper berry.
Great Pan himself held court over all,
and many and varied were held in his thrall,
as nymphs and faeries pranced and disported
my view of the world was skewed and distorted.
As mushrooms and toadstools were proffered and ate
a table of provender was assembled and set.
My pupils dilated and my eyes grew ever wider
and I promised myself to stay off scrumpy cider.
To any of you this happened to, get busy.
Notify PS.
There is no point in me posting~a thing!
I am in a state of distress.
Why struggle to pen at all....
When you all get false notications?
There's not one thing I can do.
But this leaves me stewing at the Soup.
I just renewed my membership, too.
To keep being part of you.
Thanks, Tom for letting me know.
Hope to hear from more of you.
Pangie xx
July 31, 2029
Please do not turn off the light
I’m thinking that perhaps you might
Just leave it on so I can see
Although it’s really not for me
It’s hard to see when it is dark
And I don’t want the dog to bark
So leave it on so he can see
And that will be ok with me
Then after I have counted sheep
And when at last I’m fast asleep
Turn off my light before you go
And if it’s dark, I will not know.
bargain teasers
creature features
bedtime peace time
showtime on time
school night, sleep tight
TV off, turn off
nighty, nighty
goodnight, goodnight
sleep tight, sleep tight
12/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
LIGHT-SWITCH
I was ignored in the light
So I hid in the dark
I was shamed and sly
So I told myself a-lie
Full of despair, now I grown out my hair
Like Samson my strength in follicles
My feelings recreational
Neither longer truth nor dare
This chapter in my life sparks
Memories no longer in the dark
For you see I am a sinner
And now I’m coming out of the dark
You see I’m saved and forgiven and now I see the light
My life is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My love is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My eyelids are liken a Light-Switch which turns on or off
Unlike my feelings for God and Our Lord I will serve Him in peace and when I’m distraught
Unlike myself you see God’s not a light-switch, for He doesn’t turn on nor off
10/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
NOTHING TO TURN OFF
Crashing red lights having already entered my brain,
Insisting to stay no matter how much thoughts do complain.
Prancing white apologists entwined with remorseless killers,
Muttering useless explanations of a cause so very long dead.
Watching assassination of spirits while minds are orphaned,
Living forever alone surrounded by nothing that cares.
Switching globes yet still finding blindly looking glares,
Flying shadows spinning their evil webs of desolation.
Sickening images vomiting those deaths of innocent ones,
Escaping only from weary television eyes too tired to see.
Facing little evacuation because they are not responsible,
Laughing at foreign faces dealing with distant problems.
Climbing but really falling from cliffs of accountability,
Dying long before last breath taken so sadly for granted.
Executing that power held firmly in grasp for centuries,
Terminating millions of lives without a care for the future.
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