In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me,
but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly,
they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence,
and I polish them with guilt until they shine like silent confessions.
I tell myself there is beauty in this digestion of thoughts and emotions,
that consuming means transforming, changing essence into silence,
but every night, I wake with a mouth full of unbelieved prayers,
as if my soul seeks to speak unshared truths.
And yet, within this dance of shadows and unlived memories,
I struggle with the ghosts of those words that never belonged to me,
I am an alchemist of my own conscience, seeking to find gold,
in the ashes of promises I never understood, only swallowed.
I place these relics under the pale light of introspection, seeking healing,
but each rattle is a reminder of transformation through forced silence,
and I wonder if I will ever be able to release these captive words,
or if my heart will remain a reliquary of eternal melancholy.
Ah!
Sleeping showerings
Hello! I have a slight humid headache
My eyes shines betrayed by the clouds
I heard a makeshift thunder lightning unbelieved instincts Fantasies of my psyche expressive
Cloak
Deity...
Who me?
Bla, blah, blah
Kingdom full of clearance
Old fashioned party lines
Realities
Bla, blag, blah
Whatever!
And my promise to the multi clover bow
in the sky there I stress
As my spirit ask WHY?
Blase
5/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
In earlier year pages
there were the time of sages
prophesying of things to come,
but today, it is the ground that rises to speak of nature spun
the messages of what may yet be if heard without heed
if history remains forgotten and unbelieved.
Rumbles and shockwaves scored
tremble on the land and shores
windswept dreams of magnificent edifices rose then torn
and the sky grayed and clouds were restlessly formed
along the surface of the ocean storms forewarned
to respond in upheaval irretrievable.
Beneath the towers made by man
everyone and everything is washed away to sand
and in the aftermath of the world's demise,
soft somber whimpers scour foolish man's pride
and as it all begins to disappear by fires seared
the empty earth cries.
As none would be, yet still exists,
One who creates a perfect bliss.
So sensational as to be unbelieved;
Yet tales are told as first was seen.
The image there for all to see,
Gave birth to words and epiphanies.
A mind of light and stars and streams.
Connections made and ways believed.
And all upon a head of clouds,
Were seen a million times and how,
All understood the thought as one,
As all never needed a mirage in the sun.
Electric bolts from mind to mind,
Shared all the knowledge of all mankind
And as man all stood on land to view the sky,
Beneath the moon and sun all was clear to the eyes.
At last a chance to see the next footstep in humanity.
A language born a long time ago,
Was able to be used to translate,
And now all into a brighter future can go.
The mind of a hive, a continuous culture.
A change of life; breaking the spell we were under.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Traveling in time
The mind is free to fly
One step behind
Going to the past for a while
No fairy tales are about to come
Swam songs are not mine to write
The sweet destiny of a prince is about to doom
And the key to the castle is out of sight
Can you hear and can you see?
One step behind I am about to be
I wish my life was so simple
In the empty world of invisible
Back in the word I write
Maybe two steps behind
Deeper in the past I fly
The clock ticks and I still try to find a reason to be
Take this nipple out of your face he said
While a child was laid to live
Or where a child was thought how to live
No complaints about the black and white were allowed
Can you hear and can you see?
I took one more step behind
And I am still looking for the colored blue skies
Invisible and unbelieved to the same eyes
Can you hear and can you see?
My footsteps gone with the sands of time
I am now walking many years ahead in time
Visible are my brand new small feet that play alive
Uninspired
Undesired
Unadmired
Unstable, unable, unemployed
Unbelieved, unbelieving
Unachieved, unachieving
All this - Undisputed
But was he Unhappy?
Now that he's no longer
Unknown?
I found you in a dream
I found you in a dream . . .
subtly surmised
of this bed sheet warmth,
darkened skies felt,
Lost in silent hours
of a dream
A beauty unbelieved
in flowing night lace
Drinking from the fountain
of every joy I have longed
Aglow where shadows
once traced
Song birds lift
of growing branch,
new leaves in velvet green
shading marigold sighs
falling from morning glory skies,
resting upon my heart
A touch greets
dampened milk paint skin,
salted of time,
weathered in season’s charge
Coated satin emerging,
reclaiming its glisten of youth,
breathing
Whirlwinds gather,
swirls of tapestry, patterns,
floating me on
cut crystal wings a’ shimmer
Soaring into your arms,
a feeling of kite string wisps
as love takes me
to you and
. . . I write you in poetry
Good night Soupers
Do Dance To Distant Drum
They do seem to dance to a distant drum;
What you hear and see is Republican scum;
Always unbelieved,
Yet still received,
From dishonest President who is being dumb.
Jim Horn
The Sealing
What is that soft wind swirling ‘round the air?
Catching my breath in its Word without words.
Nothing could other than your Spirit be,
Surprising, Love of loves enveloped me.
In wonder I walked, in wonder I lived,
Feeling the glow of peace above the earth;
That soft wind staying very gently felt,
Unseen, unbelieved and yet believing.
Those weeks Love held me in its tender vice,
Slowly, slowly bringing my feet to ground,
Love not leaving, but so reassuring,
Impossible to forget, turning life.
When mean dark nights now try to break my heart,
Sealed by your Spirit forever I know.
The Rebirth
David Alan Garrick
1993
A child is born today
With feelings not expressed
It will shine with every sun
And with laughter it is blessed
The frame of God’s creation
With land and air and sea
It’s purity to cherish
It’s destruction a tragedy
Through the tests of man’s abundance
And the scheme of better things
Confusion soon takes over
All humanity begins to bleed
An illusion of serenity
For all the world to see
The truth that lies beneath
Will be witnessed beyond the eaves
A glow from deep within
An anger unbelieved
This final generation
Will never pass this grief
A child is born today
With feelings not expressed
It will shine with every sun
And with peace it will be blessed
An act of kindness unbelieved
Love freely offered not received
A thoughtful deed offered to ease
Pain of words from those who tease
A kindly gesture from a friend
Advice and help from those who?ll lend
A means and chance to help me mend
And lift me up least I descend
When all was said I?d hoped you?d sway
And not dismiss these words away
At last we finally both agree
That I love you
And you don?t love me
Age 5 .
Threw sticks at the sunlit patched sphere of a darkening blue.
Can I break the hanging ballon?
Instant raw atmosphere
Scattering moment.
On the black skyline.
Whitness beam , Now unevenly line spilled
Numerous sparkle , Sharp Triangles doomed silently
Mass disappeared for a second of eternity
Entire ground. Unfeltable
Unbelieved brittle fall ..
The day that the moon broke.
Trully unforgettable.
Ironical pain
By paths filled with crimson tears;
May it be finished?
Alive with all hope heartfelt,
Within now confused visions...
Lost, broken belief;
Remorseful mists messaging;
Aching unbelieved,
Scarred warrior wanders through ways;
On stained decisions to waste?
Battles could soon end;
Finish my calm aggressions,
My restrained instincts.
A bitter blur messages
My instincts beneath lost thoughts...
In my broken heart,
Ironic wishes revealed
Muted wars inside;
Hidden voices within me;
Suppressed shouts, silent screams found...
In dead, silent pain,
My serene light and darkness
Quietly call me;
Beasts, demons, dreams, angels, sins;
Fighting for heart, mind and soul...
When it starts to rain
I fear my face paint to fade away
My identity to reveal
but may be not
Not just today
When times come around
that are bad, evil times
They come so quickly
And just keep on staying
long for our life time
This world has turned on your head
Your heavy head has a reason to fall now
A reason for a prolonged grief
Sight dim, faith unbelieved
What i want?who i am?
no one knows,no one needs to
want to keep me in their shades
wanna make make me what they want me to
but it ain't gonna happen
not me, not here, not today
As I sit in silent thought,
Of all the things I've been taught,
I ponder questions like who and why?,
Why am I here , and why not die?
I think about the simple life,
Working hard, loving a wife,
No problems but those of nature,
Surviving her forces and her anger,
Feelings deprived, unbelieved,
Her storms subside, and do relieve,
The pressures of the world around,
The sun reveled , it's warmth unbound,
To warm and heal the scars of the earth,
The scars of us, and the scars of birth.
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